Sorry for the long wait guys. All characters are over eighteen. Contanes heavy ballbusting. thret of castration, and domination. Please enjoy. And as always idea's and comments are welcome. this story is dedicated to leviBb whose stories can also be found on r/ballbusting stories. Check em out, anyway enough from me on to the story.

Chapter one: a ballbusting punishment. Part one julia.

Julia.

I watched liam's nuts crumple like tin foil under the smaller guys knee. You'd think after the years of busting time i'd put in to his nuts to tuthen them up he'd at least try to keep his cool... "owweeeeou owweee!" he sshrieked.

Cruuunch!

Though i wasn't close the silence of the expected croud made it so i heard the crunch of my brothers balls giving way. I grimessed, "Fuck! now i'd have to take care of him and he wouldn't be able to take me to that restront he'd promiced: balls were so inconvenient."

Tyler. Jackson's knee utterly demolished liam's spuds. I heard the sound all guys fear above all else: the sound i hope to hear from my bro's nuts one day: ′the sound of balls being destroyed!′

jackson. He felt the soft mount of genital flesh flatten beneath his knee: twisting his pointed-boney-knee he ground the two huge melons making a hidious squelching noice fill the air.

Standing i looked down at the destruction i'd rought and lifted my foot: Stop!!!"

Julia. "Stop!!" I rose from my sit: I tood my long hair over my sholder imperiously, stairing down jackson who stood one leg hovering about my brother's mushy nuts. "enough, i'll take it from here, thanks for soffening his nards up for me, however liam's nuts belong to me in or out of the ring, and it's my choice when or if he is to be castrated like the dog he is... isn't that right liam?"

Liam "Yeeeeeesss!" i whimpered still grasping what "remains of my manhood, the swollen, mushy, bruzed contents of my scrotum hardly felt solid or even testicle shaped any more. The only time my nuts had felt a tenth of this agony and mushy, was the time julia had cort me watching porn while beatting my meat to a woman crushing a boys stones to rubble on my computer... still even after she'd forced every last drop of cum my my big balls they'd only flattened to a quarter of their impressive size and were still tuth enough to prevent her fingers to penertrate any more than an inch in to the solid and beeffy depths, the walls of my nuts were just too thick. Now however: those walls had cracked, those inpenertrable nut shells yealding to Jackson's vishous attack. My bull balls broken maybe forever.

"Your profetic," julia who had moved from her seat was standing above me, evedently having endded the match some how while i sobbed and morned the loss of my big, beautiful nuts. "For fuck sake liam! don't be such a cry baby!" she screammed at me utterly humiliating me in front of all my fans that were now giggling and pointing and filming the big, strong, muscular hunk of a man still with my hands between my legs and tears spilling down my face.

i walked through the door, hand clutching josh nuts, aaron and jackson smerking and laughing as i twisted and squosh josh's meaty nuts. "Hey ty," jackson said loudly, "Want me to castrate him i didn't get to check the state of liam's sack!" "Nar, but thanks man: i'll let you help when the time comes when i've decided my stress balls have lost there usefulness and we'll crush them together, hows that sound!?" "Perfect!" Jackson said.

Attention, this is a work of fiction, and all characters are adults, over 18 years old!

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The sky above the private arena was tinged with a deep orange as the sun began to set, casting long shadows over the polished stone floor. Esmeralda walked confidently to the center of the space, the sound of her heels echoing across the battlefield. Her green eyes glinted, and a slight smile played on her lips as she spotted Seraphina and Armand already waiting.

Armand, with his hands clasped behind his back, looked nervous yet determined. He was already at the center of the arena, his eyes fixed on his opponent. Seraphina’s expression, on the other hand, was one of pure disdain mixed with amusement as she awaited the start of the fight. The rules were simple, but in this battle, much more was at stake than just honor.

Seraphina approached Esmeralda with a warm smile and greeted her with an elegant nod. “Esmeralda, darling, are you ready for the fight?”

Esmeralda responded with a slight nod and a confident smile. “I’m always ready.”

Seraphina gave a low, sarcastic laugh, turning toward Armand. “And you, Armand?”

The warlock clenched his fists. “I’m ready for the fight,” he replied firmly.

Satisfied with his response, Seraphina took three steps back, raised her hand in the air, and began counting, her clear voice cutting through the air. “Three... two... one... Fight!”

As soon as the word left Seraphina’s lips, Esmeralda moved with the speed and precision of an experienced hunter. She snapped the fingers of her right hand, and all the runes and enchantments that Armand had spent over an hour setting up around the arena simply vanished like smoke in the wind.

“You really thought the same trick would work twice?” she taunted, her voice dripping with disdain.

Armand felt disappointed but wasn’t surprised that the most strategic teacher wouldn’t fall for the same trick that had fooled Lillith. Before he could react, Esmeralda snapped the fingers of her other hand. A complex magical shield design appeared in the area of Armand’s groin, glowing with a pale light before shattering like broken glass.

“A protection spell?” Esmeralda raised an eyebrow, her voice filled with contempt as she mocked Armand. “Really? So obvious.” She let out a short, cold laugh, shaking her head in disdain. “You’re really scared I’ll castrate you, aren’t you? How pathetic… using a spell like that to protect your precious jewels. Terrified of the idea of me hitting them, aren’t you? Can’t blame you… they’re so easy to target. Big, unprotected, and so… vulnerable.”

She took a step toward him, her eyes fixed on his, full of provocation. “But that spell won’t save you, Armand. Nor will your precious testicles. You entered this fight knowing the risk, knowing that a single blow from me could bring you to your knees, wishing you’d never been born with these ‘easy targets.’ And honestly, you should be worried, because I’m not stopping until I make you regret accepting this duel.”

Armand’s face flushed with anger, the runes were one thing, but discovering the shield spell?… How? He finally advanced, his magic enhancing his speed. His feet glided across the floor as he unleashed a series of rapid attacks. Esmeralda dodged the first three with ease, her movements fluid like the wind. However, Armand’s fourth strike found its mark, hitting Esmeralda directly in the stomach.

The impact made her let out a gasp of pain, the sound echoing through the arena, shock evident on her face. Armand savored the moment, but shortly afterward, a faint purple aura appeared around Esmeralda’s abdomen.

“Shield?!” Armand thought.

“Got you,” Esmeralda thought maliciously.

Without wasting a second, she crouched and, with a swift and precise movement, swept Armand’s legs out from under him, sending him tumbling to the ground. While he was still airborne, off-balance, Esmeralda murmured with a smile, “Let me show you what I’ve been teaching my students… PHANTOM PUNCH!”

Armand’s face twisted in pure despair at hearing Esmeralda’s words. He knew exactly what was coming. The spell she had cast… he tried to think as fast as he could, his body was in the air, he was falling, defenseless, his mind racing through multiple ways out of this situation… all quite dangerous… after all, this was just a duel, and he didn’t want to send anyone to the hospital.

Armand decided to use a spell but held back to avoid making the duel too dangerous…

A white aura began to envelop Armand.
“Bozhestvenny impuls!”

This white aura expanded, sweeping through everything in its path, including Esmeralda, who was thrown back as dust began to rise around the arena.

“Did I overdo it?…” Armand thought.

“Those powers… this time, it’s different from when he fought Lillith; he’s really fighting seriously…” As the dust settled, Armand couldn’t see Esmeralda. He looked around, but the woman was nowhere in sight—until he looked up just in time. Esmeralda was falling toward him from above, with the Phantom Punch still active in her fist.

“What?! She used the impulse to gain altitude?” he thought, doing his best to dodge…

Esmeralda’s hand passed less than an inch from the primary target, and Armand narrowly escaped.

At that same moment, a kind of electric particle began to form around Armand. He extended his hand, and the particles concentrated in it. Armand’s hand moved toward Esmeralda, and to his surprise, instead of trying to dodge, she met the blow head-on, placing both of her hands against his. This made the electric shock hit her body, and she collapsed to the ground…

Armand smiled, looking at Esmeralda on the ground, dirtied and exhausted…

He looked at Seraphina. “So, judge… is this the end of the duel?”

Seraphina analyzed, preparing to raise her hand, but before she could, Esmeralda stirred, and Seraphina’s hand lowered again.

Armand looked down, took a deep breath, and began to gather sparks in his hands once more.

"Give up, Esmeralda, it’s over..."

"Aghn... yes... it’s really over..."

Esmeralda replied.

"I am the victor!"

Armand simply ignored her and started to walk toward her to deliver the finishing blow when suddenly he found himself frozen in place.

"Huh?... what... I... what is this?! I can't move?"

Seraphina looked surprised at the scene, Armand was in shock, and Esmeralda began to stand up slowly.

"Here's a warning for you, Armand... out of all the teachers in this school, you will NEVER be able to mess with me..."

She lifted herself a bit more.

Seraphina, curious, closed her eyes, channeling all her mana into her vision. Moments later, she reopened them, a glowing Egyptian eye formed from mana surrounding her gaze. She looked at Armand, noticing his body was completely bound by a yellow chain...

"Sabotatio chains?... How?... You need to mark the start and end points of the chains on the target's body..."

Seraphina then spotted the origin and endpoint of the chains… both marked on Armand's hands, precisely where Esmeralda had gripped him.

Armand, still in shock, confronted Esmeralda.

"You allowed yourself to be hit just to mark rune points? Are you crazy? If I had gone full power, you could've died!"

"This is just a duel," Esmeralda replied. "I know you wouldn’t use anything too dangerous... that’s how things are, Armand, play dirty but play smart... and that's the thing, I’m too smart for anyone in this school..."

Esmeralda finally stood up fully, much to Armand's dismay. He focused his mana and tried his hardest to break free from the chains on his body. Esmeralda noticed his efforts and taunted him.

"Oh, come on, Armand... I know you're powerful, but... you know breaking these chains is nearly impossible." She took two more steps toward him.

Armand ignored her, continuing to concentrate. Seraphina watched with a serious expression, feeling that, to her, this fight wasn’t over yet. Armand stayed focused as Esmeralda drew closer, inch by inch.

"Well... since we're here, let's end this once and for all."

The glow on Esmeralda’s fist reappeared, her Phantom Punch was active again as she approached.

"Prepare yourself, Armand, for the world of pain only men can feel!"

She shouted as she pulled her fist back, ready to strike. At that moment, Armand's eyes finally opened in surprise. He managed to break free from the chains and threw himself backward, a perfect dodge… or so he thought… but once again… his balls were too heavy to keep up with his body’s movement.

In the next instant, Esmeralda's fist collided directly with his left ball with brutal precision.

For a moment, absolute silence reigned. There was no sound, no movement. The world seemed to have stopped. Even the wind in the distant trees seemed frozen.

Esmeralda, with a malicious smile on her lips, took a step back, still struggling to stand, and looked at Armand with a mischievous look. She made a quiet "pop" sound with her mouth...

It was the final trigger. Armand's body convulsed violently, and a guttural groan escaped his lips, slicing through the silence with palpable agony. "My... balls..."

Esmeralda, still standing over him, watched with disdain as Armand writhed in pain on the ground, clutching his injured parts with both hands. She shook her head in disapproval.

"It’s really a terrible idea to be a man and challenge a professor to a duel," Esmeralda said, her voice soft but filled with mockery. She looked directly at Armand, a malicious smile forming on her lips. "Especially a man like you, carrying those... big, vulnerable balls between your legs. Honestly, I always wonder how you manage to be so foolish. Such large targets, practically painted there, just waiting to be crushed..."

Seraphina, who had been observing the fight, finally breathed... still processing everything that had just happened, and said, "Well... it seems that went as expected..." She began to clap, "Very well done, Esmeralda!"

She approached Esmeralda.

"The winner is Esmeralda!" Seraphina proclaimed.

Esmeralda smiled triumphantly, feeling Seraphina's admiring gaze upon her. "It was a good match, but you need to learn a bit about nature..." she replied, looking at Armand's motionless body on the ground. "I hope you've learned your lesson."

Esmeralda limped toward the exit, while Seraphina looked at Armand lying there...

"Ah... it was a good duel... she's right about that... Don’t be discouraged, Armand... Esmeralda is the best strategist in the school... Well! I have things to do; when... you know... your balls leave your throat, please return to work."

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OK! I basically deleted the other 2 episodes that were ready, because ... they were broken in a way that I couldn't get ready, so ... What will the future of this series be? Well ... the next episode will be something more loose too, just to finish this Esmeralda presentation arc, then in EP 14 finally start the main story at once! This chapter was very long, and I won't lie, I changed a lot, a lot, a lot in him, before he was so basic ... Minus ... the fight was over, but after talking a little with the readers, I I saw that I needed to make more details, and start developing a few more things ... so ... more than half of this chapter were ideas taken on time ... so, I hope you enjoy, thanks for reading! And get ready!

Previous chapter: https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1gf5wtq/lillith_chapter_11_esmeralda/

I have appeared in many clips,vids,etc for Ballbusting,sounding,tease edge denial,ruined orgasm etc before and this was for a shoot/scene that I knew the script obviously beforehand but underestimated how brutal and difficult this scene would be

Scene breakdown was 2 petite females would be Ballbusting me barefoot while also teasing edging and denying me to cause blue balls throughout…it was done in a level system so basically 1-10 of level of strength used…so round one was each girl would kick me from the front 1x each with a level of 1 strength,then 1 kick of 2 strength and so on till we got all way to 10 strength which was full strength as hard as possible kick from each girl so after round one I’ve taken 20 kicks total..each round exactly the same 1-10 of strength/force used for total of 20 …round 2 was kicking from behind while I was leaning over, rnd 3 was girls hands on my shoulders and kneeing me in balls, by end of round 3 and 60 total kicks/knees my balls were considerable swollen tender and hurting pretty bad. Rnd 4 was with me standing my balls hanging and straight punching, rnd 5 was the girl would hold my balls tight with one hand while punching with the other, rnd 6 was only one without a strength of 1-10 system it was 1 minute straight of hard squeezing of my balls from each girl with a 1 min break in between…first girl grabbed one nut in each had and between her thumb and forefinger squeezed down on each nut very hard, then 1 min rest and 2nd girl decided to grab balls at base with one hand and squeeze both balls together with other hand for a min…by time she was done I was on my knees in serious pain…rnd 7 was back to 1-10 system with me on all fours and the girls kicking me from behind, these hurt from level 3-10 really really bad to point I was having trouble continuing..after this round my balls were developing bruises on them and one hematoma as they were grotesquely swollen and the pain was off the charts bad..round 8 was me lying on a bed and each girl took turns doing hammer fist punches on my balls, rnd 9 was still on bed and the girls performing standing on the bed between my legs kicks, and finally final rnd 10 was each girl using a hard rubber bonger as one girl held by balls at base and other one struck them 10x each level 1-10..after this the bruising was really awful and my balls were throbbing in a way I’ve never felt before and deep into my abdomen and my lower back even…so at this point I’ve taken 180 impacts to my nuts total and 2 total min of squeezing and it was time for INTENSE teasing edging and denial thru various methods..I was continually edged and denied for about 30 min till I was seriously backed up and dripping pre cum bad…they asked if I wanted to cum and of course I said yes to which they replied I would be allowed to cum anyway I choose but ONLY if they get to give me 10 full force level 10 kicks ,knees whatever each anyway they wanted..I begged them I couldn’t take that(for real at that point) and the teasing etc continued until I was begging and pleading and finally agreed thinking I gave myself enough rest and recuperation for my balls. At that point they told me if I can’t take the full 20(10 form each girl) and fail and give up then I lose the right to choose how I cum and they will decide how I cum if I get to at all....first girl wanted to kick me from the front as hard as possible and delivered 3 kicks like this, my balls felt like they were on fire, then she chose 4 knees as hard as possible and it felt like my left nut was seriously damaged as 3 of the 4 knees hit the left nut directly and only, she then wanted to do 2 punches as hard as possible and one of the 2 nailed my left nut only finally she wanted me on all fours and deliverd a running kick from behind as hard as she could, the smacking sound was deafening and I fell over in fetal position moaning and feeling sick as my balls were throbbing and aching and on fire and my left one was hurt bad..2nd girl said it was her turn and she decided she wanted me back on all fours and was gonna deliver all 10 full force as hard as she could running kicks from behind. The first kick I thought she broke my dick as she kicked my balls so hard from behind her foot went thru the balls and made full contact with my cock..I was in a serious world of pain in fetal position and she told me I can just quit and it will be all over…I didn’t say a word and got back into all fours position…I heard her come running from behind and her foot launched into my nuts with a sickening smack and my world exploded in pain. I barely got back into position of all fours and she quickly delivered another full blast kick this time nailing my injured left ball only. I thought I was gonna vomit as I was pouring sweat and rolling on my side holding my balls in horrible pain…she told me to quit and after a bit I got back into position for kick 4, this one she kinda missed a bit more hitting my inner thigh which was a relief for me and she knew it, she got mad and said the next kick will make up for it and took a running start and blasting a kick between my legs from behind, unfortunately this kick made full force contact with my poor fucked up left nut only and I saw flash of light as I was on ground moaning and groaning “oh god oh god my left ball,my left ball it hurts so fuckin bad my fucking balls” she told me she purposely aimed for the left one only and I had 5 kicks left…I couldn’t go on I was near tears and seriously about to get sick..she asked if I quit and I thought about it and figured it’s only 5 more I can do this..well that was a big mistake, as kick 6 felt like a sledgehammer hitting my swollen bruised balls square on both and I was done..I was dry heaving and teary eyed and begging for the pain to stop which it didn’t….after I was on ground in pain for about 10 min scene moved to bed again and they told me even they I “failed” they would allow me to cum but in the way they choose..I said it doesn’t matter I just need to come to relieve some of the insane pressure and buildup in my balls..they said “oh I don’t think you are gonna think same way when we show you how we are gonna make you cum”. They asked how bad my balls hurt from 1-10 because they look awful and I told them off the charts bad..my balls were purple at this point and one big swollen sack with so much fluid inside(blood,etc) they didn’t even look like two testicles and they throbbed in pain and the pressure in them was insane…they then informed me that they will each grab one ball in their hands and apply pressure to each nut as I jerk off and the sooner I cum the sooner it’s over but they will continue squeezing until they milk each nut completely. As I laid on bed they were between my legs and the girl that made me quit said “I want his left ball” I literally begged her to be careful with it but she said sooner you cum sooner it’s over for you…as I started to jerk off they started applying pressure to one nut each…the girl with my right ball chose to squeeze it more with her entire hands as the girl with my left nut went with a double thumbs into the meat of the nut while pulling it away from my body. The pain was beyond excruciating as I jerked off furiously, it didn’t take long to be on threshold of cumming and they kept applying more pressure. I felt it boiling up and cried out I was gonna cum they squeezed their hardest. As I fired first spurt of thick backed up cum out of my cock the girl with my left nut it felt like something squished or popped or I don’t know what tbh and I saw stars and the most sickening pain of my life and she apparently felt it too as she let go and her eyes went wide! Girl with right ball kept squeezing until every drop of cum was drained out..scene was over but I was in serious pain. Fast forward next morning my balls and cock were a weird black and purple color and swelling from bottom of balls all way up shaft of cock. The pain was unlike anything I ever felt before and for first time ever seriously worried and went to hospital….long story short I had a fracture(not rupture) of the left testicle and they also had to drain the blood and fluid from inside the sack etc….the recovery process sucked bad as it was about 10-12 wks to recover and the pain during that first 4 weeks was stomach turning 24/7…I still had discomfort for about 6 mos after

"Let's start with the basics," Mia continued. "The Foot Stomp. It's simple, really. You just need a good pair of heels and a willing... or in some cases, not so willing... victim." She stepped over to the first man, his eyes wide with terror. "Now, this is where we really get to feel the power," she said. "You're going to want to place your foot right here," she gestured, her finger brushing against his balls. "And then," she said with a wink, "you just stomp down as hard as you can."

The room was silent as the men lay on the floor, their cocks still erect despite their fear. Mia picked the one she deemed most attractive, his abs rippling with anticipation and dread. She stepped over him, her crimson stiletto heels gleaming in the light. "Don't worry, darling," she purred, "I'll make it quick." She raised her foot, the heel pointing straight down at his testicles. "Ready?" she asked, looking over at Stacy, who nodded eagerly.

With a sadistic grin, Mia brought her foot down with a sickening crunch. Her sole landed on the base of the man's cock, her heel pinning his balls to the floor. The man's body arched upward, his scream piercing the air. The camera zoomed in on the point of impact, the fabric of his boxer briefs stretching taut around his crotch. Mia's eyes never left his groin, watching with a twisted sense of satisfaction as the pleasure drained from his eyes, replaced with agony. She lifted her foot slightly, giving him a brief reprieve, before slamming it down again. And again. And again. Each stomp was met with a guttural moan from the man, his erection slowly wilted under the onslaught of pain. The rhythmic thud of her heel on his crotch became a morbid metronome, keeping time with his whimpers.

The smell of fear and arousal grew stronger, filling the room like a thick fog. Stacy watched, her eyes alight with excitement, as Mia's foot rose and fell in a macabre dance. She couldn't wait for her turn, eager to feel the power that came from crushing a man's testicles beneath her heel. The man's face was twisted with pain, his muscles quivering as he fought to stay conscious. His hands gripped the floor. The sound of Mia's stomps grew louder, echoing in the room as she increased the force with each blow.

Finally, with one last, brutal stomp, the man's eyes rolled back in his head, and he passed out, his body going limp beneath her. Mia looked at him, her heel still embedded in his crotch, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. She glanced over at Stacy. "Your turn, darling," she said, her voice dripping with excitement. Stacy practically bounced over to the next victim, her heart racing with the thrill of it all.

"Alright, everyone," Stacy began, her voice a mix of excitement and naughtiness. "Now, we're going to show you the next move in our ballbusting playbook: The Foot Grind!" She looked down at the man below her, his eyes wide with terror. He was cute, she had to admit, with a chiseled jaw and muscular physique that was on full display as he lay on the floor in his tight boxer briefs. But right now, all she could focus on was the bulge between his legs, the target she was about to obliterate.

"So, for The Foot Grind," she continued, "you're going to place your heel right here," she said, her foot hovering just above his crotch, her crimson stiletto pointing directly at his balls. "And then, you just lean into it, adding all your body weight to the mix." She paused, a devilish grin spreading across her face. "It's like giving them a little... foot massage, but with a whole lot more pressure!" The camera zoomed in as she brought her foot down, the sharp heel sinking into the soft flesh of his testicles. The man's body jerked, his eyes rolling back as he let out a muffled scream. Stacy's foot remained in place, the fabric of his underwear stretching and straining beneath her.

Mia stepped aside, her eyes flicking to Stacy's ample chest. "And with Stacy's... assets," she said, her voice dripping with innuendo, "she's got a little extra weight to play with." She winked at the camera, her eyes sparkling with envy. "It's like having your own personal set of ballbusting weights!" Stacy giggled, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. She leaned over the man, her breasts nearly spilling out of her bra. "You know what they say, girls," she whispered into the camera, "the bigger the boobs, the bigger the crush!"

The man beneath her was barely conscious, his eyes glazed over with pain. But as she leaned closer, he seemed to snap back to reality, his gaze locking onto Stacy's ample cleavage. His mouth formed a silent 'O' as he stared up at her, his mind seemingly unable to focus on anything else. Stacy took note of his distraction and leaned in closer, her breasts on full display. "How much do your balls hurt?" she asked, her voice a sultry purr. The man's eyes didn't leave her chest, his mouth hanging open slightly as he took in the sight. It was clear he was in agony, but he couldn't find the words to answer.

With a wicked smile, Stacy took the opportunity to press down harder, her heel grinding into his testicles with a sickening squelch. The man's eyes widened, his body arching off the floor as he let out a gurgling sound. His cock began to pulse with a strange mix of pain and pleasure. Stacy's eyes lit up with glee as she watched his reaction.

Mia leaned in, her own curiosity piqued. "Looks like our little demonstration is having an unexpected side effect," she said, her voice a mix of amusement and excitement. "It seems we've got a bit of a premature... well, not quite an orgasm, but definitely a little leakage." The camera zoomed in closer, capturing the bead of cum that had escaped from his cock. It clung to the fabric of his boxer briefs, a testament to the bizarre and intense sensations that the ballbusting was causing him.

Stacy couldn't help but laugh, the sound echoing through the room. "It's like I'm squeezing the last bit of toothpaste out of a tube!" she exclaimed, her foot still pressing down on the man's crotch. She wiggled her foot, watching as more cum oozed out from his cock. "I guess you could say I've got him by the balls... literally!"

But her laughter was cut short when she felt a sudden tug on her ankle. The man's hand had shot up, desperately trying to push her away from his sensitive area. The grip was surprisingly strong, considering the state he was in, and Stacy had to plant her other foot firmly on the ground to keep her balance. She glanced down at his hands, his knuckles white with the effort of holding on. "Naughty, naughty," she scolded, her tone playful but firm. "You're not in charge here."

With a sudden surge of power, she pressed down even harder, her heel sinking deeper into his testicles. The man's eyes rolled back in his head, his body spasming. His hand slipped from her ankle, and she felt the tension beneath her foot release. He went limp, and Stacy stepped back, her breath coming in quick pants. "Looks like someone's had enough," she murmured to the camera, her voice thick with satisfaction.

Mia leaned in, her expression one of actual concern. "Now, now, Stacy," she chided. "Remember, we're just here for a little fun. We don't want to actually crush them, do we?" Her voice was a seductive purr, but there was a hint of steel beneath it. She felt her assistant's enthusiasm could perhaps get the better of her. Stacy nodded, her cheeks flushing with both embarrassment and arousal. "Right..." she murmured, her eyes flicking to the unconscious man.

Mia turned to the camera, her smile wide and bright. "But enough of that!" she exclaimed. "It's time to introduce our next technique, the Knee Stomp!" She strutted over to the next contestant, a look of excitement in her eyes. "Now, for this one," she said, her voice taking on a more authoritative tone. "You're going to want to get on your knees between the man's legs, and then," she demonstrated by balancing on her toes, hovering both of her knees above the man's package, "you just lift and slam your knee down onto his balls, over and over again."

The man's eyes widened with fear as Mia's knees came crashing down, one after the other. The impact was brutal, the sound of her knees connecting with his testicles echoing through the room. His body jolted with each hit, his erection fading rapidly as pain overwhelmed his senses. The camera captured every moment of his torment, the lens zooming in to show the imprints her knees left in his boxer briefs.

Mia and Stacy couldn't contain their laughter as they watched the man's once-proud erection shrink before their eyes. "Ah, the fickle nature of male arousal," Mia said, her voice a playful taunt. "So eager to rise and shine, yet so quick to wilt under pressure!" The man's cheeks burned red with embarrassment as he laid there, his hands futilely trying to shield his bruised testicles. His cock, which had been standing tall moments ago, now lay limp and defeated against his thigh.

Mia stepped back, her heels clicking on the floor as she surveyed her handiwork. "How are those precious berries of yours feeling?" she asked, a twisted smile playing on her lips. The man could only whimper in response, his breath coming in shallow gasps. His eyes remained squeezed shut, his body shaking with the aftermath of pain.

"Alright, let's not keep our viewers waiting," Mia announced, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Time to teach you all about The Knee Grind!" She turned to face Stacy, her expression shifting to one of eager instruction. "Now, for this move," she began, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper, "you want to place your knee right here," she demonstrated by placing her knee gently against the man's crotch, "but instead of stomping, you just let your weight do the talking." She winked at the camera, her voice dripping with anticipation.

Mia gracefully moved aside, allowing Stacy to take her place. The redhead's cheeks were flushed with excitement, and her eyes were alight with the thrill of the newfound power she wielded. "Remember, Stacy," Mia said, her voice a gentle reminder, "don't crush them, just grind them. We want our boys to feel the pressure, but not turn them into a pulp, right?" Stacy nodded eagerly, her eyes never leaving Mia's as she took a deep breath, her chest heaving in her sexy lingerie. She knelt down, her knee hovering just above the man's groin. She was eager to prove herself, to show Mia that she could handle the job.

With a sadistic smile, Stacy lowered her knee, feeling the warmth and softness of the man's testicles against her skin. She paused for a moment, savoring the anticipation, before starting to apply pressure. She began to grind her knee in slow, deliberate circles, the man's muffled cries growing louder with each rotation. His body tensed, his muscles quivering with the effort of enduring the pain. Mia watched with approval, nodding as she saw Stacy's technique improve with each pass. "That's it," she coached. "Keep it slow and steady."

"Now, don't forget, girls," Mia said, turning her attention to the camera. "Stacy's got a secret weapon here." She gestured to Stacy's ample chest, her own eyes lingering on the redhead's breasts. "Her heavy tits!" she exclaimed, her voice full of mischief. "The extra weight makes all the difference when it comes to grinding those naughty little balls."

Stacy giggled, her knee still grinding into the man's crotch. He had stopped moving, his eyes squeezed shut, his body rigid with pain. His hand had reached up, his fingers digging into her thigh, begging for relief. "Please," he whimpered, his voice strained and desperate. "No more. Please, spare my nuts." His grip on her thigh tightened.

"Now, now," Stacy cooed, her voice a mix of sweetness and malice. "You forgot the rules, sweetie. Your balls," she emphasized the word, her knee pressing down harder, "belong to us now." She leaned in. "To Mia and me. And we're going to play with them, as much and as hard as we want." The man's eyes shot open, meeting hers, his pupils dilated with fear and arousal.

Mia watched from the sidelines, her own desire growing as she took in the sight of Stacy in complete control. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of pride. The redhead had really come into her own, embracing the cruel art of ballbusting with a passion she hadn't anticipated. And as she looked down, she noticed the same reaction as before, the man's cum slowly being forced out by Stacy's relentless knee. The fabric of his boxer briefs grew darker with each pass, the wetness spreading like a blossoming flower of defeat.

"Look at that, girls," Mia said, her voice dripping with excitement. "It's like Stacy's squeezing out every last drop of manhood from his pathetic little balls!" She chuckled, watching the man's face contort in a silent scream. His eyes were squeezed shut, his teeth bared in a grimace of agony. "It's like watching a cow being milked," she quipped, her voice filled with delight.

Stacy's knee continued its relentless grind, her eyes alight with sadistic pleasure as she watched the man's testicles squish beneath her weight. "Oh, I'm sorry," she said, feigning concern. "Am I putting too much pressure?" Her tone was sweet, but the cruel smile on her face told a different story. "It's just that I'm so excited to show you all how it's done!" With each word, she increased the pressure, her knee moving in a slow, steady rhythm that had the man's body quivering. "You see, it's all about the technique," she continued, her voice a tease. "Just a little twist of the knee, and... oh!" She paused, her eyes widening with mock surprise as more cum seeped out of his cock. "I'm making him cum, but without the fun part!"

Mia couldn't help but chuckle at Stacy's words, her eyes glued to the screen of the camera. But as she watched, she noticed something peculiar. The man's testicles, which had been so plump and firm, now looked... different. Flattened, almost pancake-like beneath Stacy's knee. "Careful there," she warned, her voice a mix of concern and amusement. "You don't want to turn his balls into pancakes, Stacy." She stepped closer, her hand reaching out to gently touch Stacy's knee, a silent signal to ease up on the pressure.

Stacy's eyes snapped to Mia's, her smile faltering slightly. She had gotten carried away in the moment, her excitement for the new technique clouding her judgment. With a pout, she lifted her knee, allowing the man's bruised testicles to breathe. His body went slack with relief, his cock finally going soft. She couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed, the power rush of the moment dissipating as she realized she might have gone too far.

Mia stepped back, her gaze moving to the remaining two unbroken men on the floor. "Don't worry, boys, you're not off the hook yet," she said, her voice a mix of seduction and danger. "We've got a real treat for you next. It's called The Knee Drop." She closed in on the man closest to her. "It's like a trust fall, but instead of a soft mat, we'll be landing on a pair of balls."

The man's eyes went wide with fear, his cock already retreating back into his body at the mere mention of the next move. Mia took a moment to appreciate the sight before she leaned over him, her knees bent slightly, her weight poised over his crotch. "You know, I've always been a fan of trust falls," she mused, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "But I've got to say, this is so much more satisfying."

With that, she dropped her knee with surprising force, the impact sending shockwaves through the man's body. His scream was cut off as the air left his lungs, his eyes bulging as Mia's knee connected with his balls. The camera zoomed in, capturing the moment in all its detail. The fabric of his boxer briefs stretched to the breaking point before bouncing back, leaving an imprint of Mia's knee on his swollen testicles. The sound of his pain was music to their ears, a symphony of agony that filled the room with a twisted sense of excitement. Stacy watched, her eyes wide with a mix of horror and fascination.

"Oh, my," Mia said with a laugh, her knee still pressing into the man's crotch. "It seems our little demonstration has had quite the effect on you, hasn't it?" She leaned in closer. "I bet those balls are feeling pretty flat right about now, aren't they?" The man's moans grew more desperate, his hands reaching up to clutch at her thigh.

Mia pulled back, her smile turning into a wicked grin. "But let's not forget about the show, shall we?" She turned to the camera, her eyes sparkling. "We've got one more move to show you today, something special we've been saving for last." The anticipation in the room grew thick, the remaining man on the floor trembling in anticipation.

"Stacy," Mia said, "have you ever heard of 'The Electric Massage'?" The redhead's eyes widened with curiosity, and she eagerly leaned in to listen. "It's a little trick I learned," Mia continued, "where you hold a guy's ankles and use your foot to grind his... well, everything, really." She winked at the camera. "But here's the kicker: you do it while vibrating your leg, which sends a shockwave of pain to the testicles, but a delightful buzz to the penis."

The man on the floor looked up at them with a mix of fear and confusion, his breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. "But we don't want to leave our audience hanging," Mia added with a wink. "So, let's show them how it's done." She stepped back, allowing Stacy to take the spotlight.

Stacy eagerly took the man's ankles, her grip firm and confident. "Remember, it's all about the vibe," Mia instructed, a hint of sadistic amusement in her voice as she watched her assistant's excitement. "You want to keep it steady, but not too much pressure."

The redhead nodded, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she placed her foot against the man's crotch. He was trembling now, his eyes wide with fear. Stacy took a deep breath, her chest heaving in her lacy red bra, and began to grind her foot against his balls, the vibration from her leg sending waves of pain through his body. His erection grew, despite the agony, his cock pulsing with every stroke. Mia leaned in, whispering into Stacy's ear, her breath hot and sweet. "Faster, darling, faster," she urged, her eyes never leaving the man's contorted face. "Let him feel the power of your foot, the control you have over his pathetic balls." Stacy's grin grew wider, her cheeks flushed with arousal as she picked up the pace.

The man's moans grew louder, a strange mix of pain and pleasure. The vibration of Stacy's leg was doing its job, making his cock swell even as his testicles screamed for mercy. Mia's eyes glinted with excitement as she saw Stacy's confidence grow. She couldn't resist joining in on the fun. "Why should you have all the fun?" she quipped, moving in to stand beside her assistant. She took the man's other ankle in her hand, her grip firm and unyielding. "Let's give him the full experience, shall we?"

Mia positioned her foot alongside Stacy's, both pressing down on the man's swollen testicles. The combined pressure from their vibrating legs made the man's eyes water, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. His cock, caught between the two points of contact, began to pulse with an erratic rhythm. Stacy's eyes widened, watching in amazement as Mia's foot danced in sync with hers.

The man's gaze was glued to their chests, his eyes unable to look away as their breasts jiggled with the vibrations from their legs. Mia and Stacy's breasts bobbed and swayed as they both leaned in, their foot pressing down on the man's testicles. The vibrations from their muscles reverberated through the man's body, adding an extra layer of torture to the already unbearable pain. The sight of their bodies moving in unison was mesmerizing, a dance of dominance that left him utterly at their mercy. The man's cock, now a rod of steel, was trapped between their grinding feet, the fabric of his boxer briefs sticking to the wetness of his pre-cum and sweat.

Their laughter filled the room as they watched the man's face contort with each grind, his eyes darting between their faces and their breasts. The pressure was unbearable, and he could feel his balls retreating into his body, desperately trying to escape the relentless assault. But there was nowhere for them to hide, not with both Mia and Stacy's feet bearing down on them. The pain was intense, a throbbing ache that seemed to resonate through his entire being. Yet, inexplicably, his cock remained rock-hard, a testament to the confusing mix of pleasure and pain that their sadistic game brought him. Mia leaned in closer, her left breasts pressing against Stacy's right mound as they both bore down on the man's crotch. They watched as the man's cock grew even more engorged, trapped under their foot like a tiny, helpless creature.

"Looks like someone's ready to blow his load," Mia said with a wink to the camera. She glanced down at the man's face, his teeth gritted in a silent scream. "What do you think, Stacy?" Stacy giggled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I think he's enjoying the view," she said, her voice low and seductive. "It's like his eyes are glued to our boobs, begging for mercy." She leaned closer to Mia, their breasts brushing against each other, the friction of their lingerie adding to the man's torment. "It's so kinky, watching him squirm like that," she whispered, her breath hot and moist against Mia's ear.

Mia straightened up, her expression turning serious as she stared down at the man. "Do you like our breasts?" she asked, her voice a mix of curiosity and challenge. The man's eyes snapped to hers, his pupils dilating with a mix of pain and desire. "Answer me," she demanded, her voice a low growl. "Do you like staring at our tits while we crush your balls?"

The man's voice was a strangled whisper. "Y-yes," he managed to get out, his voice strained and desperate. Mia's smile grew wider, her grip on his ankles tightening. "Good," she purred. "Because we're going to make sure you remember this experience every time you look at a pair of breasts again." With a mischievous glint in their eyes, both girls pushed their breasts together with their free hands, amplifying their already impressive cleavage. The man's eyes grew even wider, his gaze flickering between the sight before him. The pressure from their feet grew more intense, the vibrations more insistent, and he could feel his balls being crushed beneath their combined weight.

It was as if every nerve in his body was on fire, the pleasure from his erection warring with the pain in his testicles. He was trapped in a cycle of agony and arousal, unable to escape the clutches of Mia and Stacy's sadistic play. His breath grew ragged, his body tense with the effort of holding back his climax. But the view of their breasts, the vibration from their legs, and the relentless pressure on his balls was too much. With a strangled cry, he exploded in his briefs, his cum spurting out in a hot, sticky mess.

Mia and Stacy couldn't contain their laughter as they watched the man's release, his semen staining the fabric of his boxers. "Well, well, well," Mia said, her voice dripping with amusement. "It seems our little demonstration has had quite the... explosive finale!" The man's face was a blend of agony and humiliation, his eyes flicking back and forth between theirs as he desperately tried to process what had just happened. Stacy leaned down, her foot still pressing into his crotch. "Looks like someone had a little accident," she cooed, her voice a dash of mock concern and sadistic glee. She reached out, her fingers grazing the wet fabric of his boxer briefs. "Did you just cum from us crushing your balls?" she asked, her eyes dancing with excitement. "How pathetic."

The girls stepped back, giving the man some room to breathe. He took the opportunity to roll onto his side, his body curled into the fetal position, his hands protectively cradling his bruised testicles. "How was it, Stacy?" Mia asked, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Did you enjoy making him cum by crushing his balls?"

"Oh, Mia," Stacy replied, her voice filled with awe. "It was amazing! Watching him squirm under our feet while his cock was rock-hard? It's like we've got this power over them, and all it takes is a little... persuasion." She giggled, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red. "Men are such strange creatures. They think they're all tough and in control, but one good ball-crushing session and they're begging for mercy."

Mia nodded in agreement, her smile wicked. "It's all about knowing your audience, Stacy. And our audience? They can't get enough of watching these boys get what they deserve." She winked at the camera. "But that's enough for today, my lovelies. We wouldn't want to leave you hanging with blue balls like some of our friends here." She gestured to the men on the floor, who were still trying to recover from their merciless display. "Tune in next week for another episode of Ballbusting Encyclopedia, where Stacy and I will be teaching you even more ingenious ways to keep your men in line." They both waved goodbye to the camera, their smiles as bright as the lights above them.

"Welcome back, my gorgeous goddesses!" Mia's cheerful voice filled the room, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she waved at the camera. "It's your favorite time of the week, where we dive into the thrilling world of... ballbusting!" She giggled. The studio lights cast a warm glow on her perfect face and the fluffy pink background that was her signature. "I've got a surprise for you all today!"

Mia looked down at her outfit, a devilish smirk playing on her lips. "Now, before we get to the main event, I just have to talk about this ensemble," she began, twirling around to show off her attire. She was dressed in a black lace lingerie set that barely contained her voluptuous curves. The bra pushed her breasts up, creating a spectacle that was both alluring and intimidating. The matching panties left nothing to the imagination. Her long legs were adorned with fishnet stockings that ended in a pair of crimson stilettos, the heels sharp enough to make any man squirm in anticipation. "Isn't it just to die for?" She winked. "I picked it out just for this special episode." The room was filled with a tension that was palpable. The male volunteers, all dressed in tight boxer briefs, couldn't help but feel a mix of fear and arousal as they looked at her. Their cocks, already fully hard, strained against the fabric. It was clear that the mere presence of Mia had them all on edge.

"But enough about me," she said with a flourish, extending an arm dramatically to her side. "Let's bring in my new assistant, shall we?" The door opened, and in walked Stacy, a redhead bombshell with a body that could make any man's knees buckle. She had a sweet, innocent smile, but there was something in her eyes that suggested she knew exactly what she was getting into. She was dressed in a similar fashion, a red lace set that highlighted her own ample assets. The contrast between her angelic appearance and the sadistic intentions was intoxicating. The camera zoomed in as Mia leaned in close to Stacy, whispering something in her ear that made her giggle.

Mia stepped aside, allowing Stacy to take the spotlight. "Now, isn't she just the prettiest little thing you've ever seen?" Mia's voice had a hint of envy as she eyed Stacy's chest. "Her breasts are at least a cup bigger than mine, and I swear, they look so bouncy and... soft!" She playfully bumped Stacy's chest with the back of her hand, watching as the other woman's breasts jiggled enticingly. "But don't worry, she's here to help me show you all the new and exciting ways we can make balls turn into a pair of sad, deflated balloons!"

Stacy's cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, but she kept the smile on her face as she waved at the camera. "Hi, everyone! I'm Stacy, and I'm so excited to be here with Mia for today's episode of Ballbusting Encyclopedia!" She glanced down at the lineup of men in their underwear, her smile growing more predatory. "Today, we're going to be focusing on elbow strikes and stomps. I've been practicing, and I can't wait to show you what I've learned!"

Mia nodded approvingly, her eyes glinting with excitement. "That's right! We're going to start with the basics and work our way up to the big guns, or should I say, big balls?" She laughed, her voice echoing in the room. The men shifted uncomfortably, their faces a mix of trepidation and arousal. "First up, we're going to talk about the four ways to use our elbows. They're not just for nudging your way through crowded spaces or giving a half-hearted hug, no, no, no. They're tools of destruction!"

The first man in line, a nervous-looking college student, took a deep breath as Mia approached him, her stiletto heels clicking menacingly against the floor. She placed her hand on his shoulder, the nails painted a vibrant pink that matched the background. "This one's a classic," she began, raising her elbow and pointing it toward the camera. "It's called The Elbow Hit. You aim right here," she said, poking at the male's package with her other hand, "and you hit with all the force you've got." She demonstrated the motion, her elbow slicing through the air with a grace that belied the pain it would soon deliver.

Without further ado, Mia knelt down next to the trembling young man. She leaned in, her elbow poised, and with a swift, deliberate motion, she smacked him in the testicles. He let out a strangled cry, his legs buckling as he crumpled to the floor. Stacy giggled, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she watched Mia's demonstration. The sound of the impact was sickeningly satisfying, a wet thud that reverberated through the room. The smell of fear and arousal grew stronger as the other men watched, their cocks tenting their boxer briefs.

"Look at him, girls," Mia said, her voice filled with glee as she pointed at the writhing man on the floor. "Isn't it just delicious to see a man brought to his knees?" The camera zoomed in for a close-up of the man's face, which was contorted in pain and humiliation. "And now, it's Stacy's turn!" She clapped her hands together, her own excitement palpable.

Stacy stepped forward, her red hair cascading down her back like a fiery waterfall. "Now, for the second technique," she began, her voice dripping with sweetness that belied the sadistic nature of what was to come. "I will demonstrate what I like to call The Elbow Grind," she announced with a wicked smile. Mia nodded, gesturing to the next volunteer, a slightly older man. "Bring him over to the table," she instructed, licking her lips. "We want him nice and comfortable." The man was laid out on the same table from the week before, his legs dangling over the side, his eyes wide with fear.

Stacy positioned herself at the man's side, her red lingerie setting off her fair skin. She leaned over, placing her elbow gently on the man's crotch, the fabric of his boxer briefs stretching over his testicles. "Now, the key is to apply pressure evenly," she explained, her eyes locked onto the camera. Mia nodded in agreement, her eyes gleaming as she watched her new assistant. "And remember, girls," she added, "you want to grind that elbow in a slow, deliberate way, really savoring the sound of those nuts getting crushed." The man on the table gulped, his body visibly tensing.

With a wink at the camera, Stacy began to press down, her elbow moving in small circles, increasing the pressure with each rotation. The man's eyes watered as he let out a low moan. "You can see how his body is reacting," she said, her voice a sultry purr. "He's trying so hard to be a good sport, but those poor balls are just no match for the power of a woman's elbow!" She giggled, the sound music to Mia's ears.

Mia nodded, watching intently as Stacy demonstrated the move. "Remember to keep your elbow in constant motion," she advised her viewers. "The more you grind, the more intense the pain, and the more aroused you'll get watching them squirm." Stacy's smile grew wider as she listened to Mia's instructions, her eyes lighting up with a sadistic glee. She began to press harder, her elbow moving faster, making him jeer. His cock, still erect, bobbed up and down with each painful grind, a testament to the confusing mix of pleasure and pain that the situation brought him.

"How are those balls feeling?" Stacy cooed, leaning closer to his ear. The man gritted his teeth, trying to keep a straight face for the camera. "They're getting a little bruised, aren't they?" She giggled as she felt him tense beneath her. Mia sauntered over, her stilettos clicking against the floor. "You know, Stacy's really got a knack for this," she murmured. "It's like she was born to crush balls." The man's eyes darted between the two of them, desperation and arousal fighting for dominance.

Mia leaned over, her breasts dangerously close to the man's face. "Looks like our second contestant is about to tap out," she said, her voice thick with amusement. The man's face was a mask of agony, his cheeks flushed and sweat beading on his forehead. His hands gripped the edges of the table so tightly that his knuckles were white. Stacy's elbow was a relentless force, grinding away at his testicles with a precision that was both mesmerizing and horrifying. He couldn't take it anymore. His body arched off the table, a silent scream escaping his lips. "Ah, the sweet sound of masculine pain!" Stacy exclaimed, finally lifting her elbow. The man collapsed off the table, his chest heaving with shallow breaths. Mia couldn't help but feel a sense of pride watching Stacy work. She had chosen her new assistant well. "Great job, Stacy," she said, patting her on the back. "Now, let's move on to the next technique, shall we?"

"Ladies, I present to you: The Elbow Crush!" Mia announced dramatically, her voice carrying a sinister edge. "This one is particularly nasty, and I've been dying to show you all!" The camera zoomed in on her elbow, her bicep flexing as she demonstrated the move. "You're going to want to get in nice and close for this one," she instructed. "You're going to use your elbow to trap the testicles between your forearm and the inside of your bicep." She paused, her eyes scanning the room for the next unfortunate soul. "Who's up for a little crushing action?"

Stacy stepped forward, her eyes glinting with excitement as she picked out the next victim. He was a muscular guy, his boxer briefs stretched to their limit over his substantial bulge. She took him by the wrist, her grip firm yet playful, and led him to the center of the room. "Come on," she cooed, "don't be shy, let's show everyone what you're made of." The poor man could only follow her, his eyes filled with apprehension and arousal.

Mia knelt down gracefully beside him, her nails brushing against the fabric of his boxer briefs. "This one is all about control," she whispered to the camera, her eyes locked onto the man's crotch. "You're not just hitting them, you're crushing them in a vice grip of pure pleasure and pain." She placed her elbow against his inner thigh, her forearm pressing his balls against the firm muscle of her bicep. With a wicked smile, she began to squeeze, her muscles rippling with the effort.

The man's eyes rolled back in his head as he moaned in agony. His cock, still erect, strained against the fabric of his underwear, a clear sign of the conflicting sensations he was experiencing. "Look at him, girls," Mia said to her audience. "He's in heaven and hell all at once. Isn't it just divine?" Stacy giggled, watching Mia's demonstration with rapt attention.

As Mia's elbow applied more and more pressure, the man's legs began to wobble. His knees buckled, and he desperately tried to maintain his balance. His hands reached down, grasping at Mia's arm in a futile attempt to pry it away from his trapped testicles. "Oh, I don't think he's going to last much longer," Mia said, her smile never faltering. "But let's not spoil the fun just yet!" She squeezed tighter.

The man's moans grew louder, his eyes squeezed shut as he teetered on the edge of collapse. Stacy watched with rapt attention, her own arousal clear as she bit her bottom lip, her eyes wide with excitement. "Remember," Mia said, her voice a sweet, taunting whisper, "the goal isn't to make them pass out. It's to keep them just on the edge." With that, she released the pressure just enough for him to regain his footing. His legs shook, but he remained standing, panting heavily.

"But what's this?" Mia feigned surprise, her eyes flicking to the bulge in his boxer briefs. "It seems our little crushing exercise has had quite the effect on him!" She winked at Stacy, who giggled and nodded eagerly. "Looks like someone's enjoying this a little too much," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Let's not let him get too comfortable, shall we?" With renewed vigor, Mia squeezed her elbow tight, trapping the man's balls even more forcefully between her forearm and bicep. This time, she didn't hold back, crushing them with the full might of her strength.

The man's knees buckled, and he crumbled to the floor, a whimper escaping his lips. His cock, which had been standing at full attention, now lay limp against his thigh. "Oh no," Mia said with mock concern, her eyes gleaming with delight. "It seems we've gone a bit too far." She leaned over him, her breasts dangerously close to his face. "But wait," she whispered, her voice filled with fake suspense. "Look what we have here!" She grabbed his boxer briefs and yanked them down, exposing his now-shrunken testicles. The camera zoomed in, capturing every detail of his humiliation. "Looks like I've turned his rock-solid erection into a sad little noodle!" she giggled, poking at his limp cock with her stiletto.

Mia stood up, her heels clicking against the floor as she strutted back to the camera. "But wait, there's more!" she exclaimed, her smile wicked. "Stacy, darling, are you ready for the last elbow technique?" The redhead nodded, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Alright, girls," Mia announced, her voice full of anticipation. "It's time for: The Elbow Drop!" She positioned herself over the next man, her elbow poised above his crotch. "This one is all about gravity," she explained, her eyes flicking to Stacy, who was eagerly awaiting her turn. "You're going to let your body weight do all the work." Stacy stepped up to the plate, her eyes glued to Mia's elbow. "So, you just... fall?" she asked, her voice a mix of excitement and doubt. Mia nodded, her smile growing. "Exactly. But remember," she added, "you've got to aim just right." She leaned over the man, her elbow hovering dangerously above his crotch. "You want to hit them with the point of your elbow, right at the base of the shaft." The man's eyes grew wide with fear, his breath hitching in his throat.

Mia took a step back, allowing Stacy to take her place. The man lay down, trembling slightly, his erection already waning from the fear of what was to come. Stacy took a deep breath, her hands on her hips as she took in the sight before her. She stepped closer. "Ready?" Mia asked, her voice dripping with anticipation. Stacy nodded, her eyes focused on her target. She took a step back, braced herself, and with a graceful leap, she dropped her elbow straight down onto the man's balls. The sound of impact was like a ripe watermelon being split open, a wet thud that sent shockwaves through the room. The man's body spasmed, his legs kicking up in the air as he let out a high-pitched scream. The camera zoomed in on Stacy's elbow as it made contact, capturing the exact moment his testicles were obliterated beneath the force. She didn't miss a beat, her elbow slamming into his crotch with the precision of a seasoned ballbuster. The man's eyes rolled back in his head, his body contorting in a silent scream as he lost all sense of control. "Look at that, girls," Mia said, her voice a mix of pride and lust. "It's like watching a beautiful balloon animal get popped!" Stacy giggled, standing up straight, her breasts bouncing slightly. She looked down at the man, who was now curled into a fetal position on the floor. "Pathetic," she murmured, her voice filled with contempt. "Look at these sad, useless little grapes." She nudged his testicles with the toe of her stiletto, the man's body jolting with pain. "It's so funny how something so small can bring down such a big, strong man." Mia nodded in agreement, a smirk playing on her lips.

"Alright, enough fun with elbows," Mia announced, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "It's time to move on to the next phase of our episode: Stomping!" The camera panned out, revealing the line of men now visibly shaking in their boxer briefs. "This one's going to be a lot more painful for the boys," she promised her viewers. "Stacy and I are going to take turns, really putting our heels to the test." The redhead assistant looked over at her, her smile just as wicked. They had spent hours preparing for this moment, practicing their technique and choosing the perfect pairs of heels for the job.

Part three. As usual, all characters 18+, consenting. Still looking for feedback. Thanks

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The next week she wasn’t at class Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday or Thursday. Every day she texted me and instructed to go to that girls’ bathroom at the library and drop the toilet seat on my balls. And every day I did it. I could have skipped it and she wouldn’t have known, but I wanted to. It made me so hard to imagine it was her foot and not the cold toilet seat. 

In truth, the pain when I did it was far less than when she did it. So I wasn’t really sore afterwards and I jerked off a lot that week. Every time I thought about her body, which I desperately wanted to see and her boobs, which I desperately wanted to hold, and her pussy which I desperately wanted to fuck. I would have given anything just to put my face in her pussy. 

I sent this week’s essay to her on Thursday night this week. I didn’t want her to submit it late again and I didn’t know if she would be there on Friday and I didn’t know what to do and I just sent it to her. She didn’t respond to the email. 

Friday, I got to class early and she was there, sitting way in the back. I went to sit next to her. She was wearing a tighter shirt than usual and I got a little bit hard just looking at the outline of her breasts. Then I looked down a noticed her shirt was shorter than usual, I might finally see her ass. I got really hard thinking about that. Then I noticed she was wearing boots and I got even harder. My dick was straining in my pants. I hurried and sat down. 

“Did you get my email?” I asked, nervous.

“What? Oh yeah I got it.” She said, without looking up. 

“Did you… like it?”

“Yeah it was fine I mean…” her phone was ringing, “One sec.” She answered the phone “Yeah… yeah I know… I said I would be there. Look, I’ll leave right after class… Okay fine, bye” She hung up and went back to texting. 

“After class?” I said, “But what about…?”

“Look I have better things to do than kick your stupid balls.” She said.

“But… but… please?” I said. I couldn’t believe I was begging but I really wanted it. 

“Fine, I’ll squeeze them, come here.”

“What?” I was confused.

“Pull your chair up right next to mine.”

“Here?! Now?!” 

“You’re the one begging,” she said, “Now come on.”

I pulled my chair close to hers. I was really nervous someone was going to see, but class was already starting and Professor Smith had turned down the lights so she could play her slideshow on the projector. 

Sasha opened up my top button, slipped her hand into my pants and brushed past my boner, which surged at her touch. I heard her smirk. Then her hands wrapped around my balls. 

The next 45 minutes was heavenly and agony. Her hands were so soft and her fingers so small, but my balls fit perfectly in her palm. I could feel each finger very precisely. 

She started at sort of a medium and just held it there for a long time. She didn’t move, didn’t even give any indication she knew what was happening to me. She just watched the slideshow and took notes with her left hand. 

Then she started pulsing. At random intervals, she squeezed as hard as she could for maybe a second or two before going back down to medium. The first time took me by surprise and I almost yelped. She smirked again and kept pulsing. A few times I thought she had stopped, but then she gave me 3, 4, 5 quick pulses in a row. 

By now I was gripping the table with white knuckles and my whole body was shaking. I didn’t hear a single thing Professor Smith said all day. 

After about twenty minutes she gave me a break and let go completely but didn’t take her hand out of my pants. I was still hard as a rock. I started instinctively closing my legs to try to protect myself but she leaned over and whispered “legs stay spread bitch. Nice and wide.”

Then she grabbed just my right nut any pinched it between her palm and four fingers. At first slowly and then she gradually increased the pressure until I thought I was losing my mind again. After a while she stopped increasing and just held me at an unbelievably tight squeeze for what felt like forever. I looked up at the clock. Five minutes had passed since my break.

Then she did the left nut. This time she held it between her thumb and forefinger and dug her thumb nail in as far as it would go. I ground my teeth and gasped softly for air. I wanted to scream, I wanted to beg her to stop, but I loved it so much. I just didn’t know if I could take it any longer. I looked at the clock, 10 minutes left in class. 

I saw her writing something on a scrap piece of paper and then she handed it to me. “Write ‘please squeeze my balls, Sasha’ 100 times before the end of class,” It said.

I didn’t think I could do anything except sit there and take the squeezing, but I sat up, picked up a pencil and started writing.

Please squeeze my balls, Sasha 

Please squeeze my balls, Sasha 

Please squeeze my balls, Sasha 

Please squeeze my balls, Sasha 

Please squeeze my balls, Sasha 

Please squeeze my balls, Sasha 

Please squeeze my balls, Sasha 

Please squeeze my balls, Sasha 

Please squeeze my balls, Sasha 

Please squeeze my balls, Sasha 

Please squeeze my balls, Sasha… 

And she kept squeezing. Sometimes harder, sometimes softer. For the final two minutes, she squeezed harder than she had the whole time and I could barely breathe. I also could barely finish the lines, but I did, just as class was ending. 

The lights were still off and Professor Smith was concluding her lecture when Sasha finally let go. Before pulling her hand out of my pants, she gripped my cock and gave it a few pumps. It took everything I had not to make a sound, it felt so good. I came after just three strokes from her soft hands. It must have been one of my biggest loads ever, I spurted all over my pants and all over her hand. 

When she pulled her hand out, she wiped the cum on my shirt and I immediately put my sweatshirt on over it. Class was dismissed right then. I couldn’t stand up yet, the pleasure and the pain were overwhelming. She stood and collected her books. Everyone else was leaving.  

“Say thank you,” she said. 

“Thank you”

“For what?”

“For squeezing my balls.”

“You’re welcome bitch boy.” She leaned in, kissed my cheek and planted her fist hard right into my sore nuts. The other times, it had hurt but I had loved it because I had been turned on. I was not turned on and it just hurt. I grabbed my balls and leaned forward until I rested my head on my desk. 

“Have a good weekend!” She said, cheerily. And walked out the door. My head was still on the desk until I realized I could maybe see her ass! I sat up and spun around, but she was already gone. 

i have never busted anyone. If you like to be busted especialy in to self busting message me. i'd like to tell you what to do and know that because you like it you will follow my directions. you can tell me how you felt busting your own grapes or even send me a video if that's something you'd be interested in, that way i can hear it when you crunch your nuts and scream in pain.

All characters 18+, consenting and enjoying themselves, this is all part of a scene/play setting. Please be warned this part may not be suitable for all audiences.

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It was difficult to tell time in abject darkness. In the place where silence and visual nothingness met the seconds felt like hours, the minutes like days. Simon’s brain felt petrified; how long had he been here?

He felt around him, grabbing and tugging on the metal cage forcefully, the bars too thick to bend even slightly. The cage door rattled hard, the heavy pad lock clanging out in the dead quiet room. Slowing his breath, Simon released the cage and fell back into the uncomfortable part he was leant up against, his body already suffering the effects of being cramped and contained within the horrid box.

Unable to stretch out his body tensed, his muscles aching almost as bad as his grapefruit sized balls and stretched urethra.

As he painted, his breathing rapid and fearful he realised, in a roundabout way, this was the first time he had been left alone and uncaged in days, weeks even, perhaps longer, Simon just didn’t know. Trying to calm himself, he focused hard on his breathing forcing his mind to steady and his lungs to slow their intake.

In and out.

He breathed a deep breath, the air smelling stale and recycled, likely growing thinner with oxygen with every inhale. Regardless, the ever horny Simon fumbled around for his dick, careful not to bump his immensely swollen and bruised nuts, a simple graze by his hand, enough to make him cry. Slowly and surely he ran his hands down his body and found his dick in the darkness, taking it into his awaiting hands.

Wasting no time he began to stroke, finally able to enjoy his own genitalia after so long in confinement. Each deliberate stroke was long and powerful, his grip tight and firm.

He stroked in a sensual rhythm from base to head, paying special attention to his extra sensitive frenulum, the sensation of orgasmic pleasure building deep in his near destroyed balls. The feeling was eye-rollingly good, Simon moaning aloud, unbothered by the prospect that anyone would hear him, after all the room was soundproofed.

Stroking faster now he kept going, faster and faster his grip tightening to a near death grip, his muscles now tensing not from being awkwardly constricted but from the budding pleasure that built rapidly in his balls, stimulating and rocketing through his thick, veiny shaft.

“Uhh fuck oh fuck.” He said aloud, taking his hand up the shaft, playing almost exclusively with his dickhead, the jerk off motions short and highly focused around the dickhead.

The method and means of achieving orgasm was unorthodox but it didn’t seem to matter as the pleasure wave rose fast, grabbing each and every receptor that would listen, firing all at once; igniting Simon’s mind and soul with sexual fire, he came. He came hard.

With a jolt the spirit of pleasure left his cock, feeling as though it gave him a hug across each and ever square inch of his body, his cock not shooting the load but dribbling it out quickly, the residue pouring out and down his fat dick, pooling between his cramped legs. Breathing heavy, Simon pushed his head back into the cage, sighing for the first time a breath of relief.

Suddenly, Simon heard the door’s heavy locks becoming undone, the creak and groan of the door instantly recognisable. It slowly swung open, bright orange sunlight beaming it, the beams too strong for Simon, who shielded his eyes from the direct gaze of the ball of flame.

Jackie was still preoccupied pushing the door fully open. Taking this time Simon looked down at his handiwork only to scream a blood curdling cry.

His semen was not pure off white like normal, but now was an eerie reddish pink, blotches of his own blood staining his load, his dick still dripping cummy blood.

Walking in, her cowgirl boots smacking against the floor, Simon looked up, shielding his eyes partially from the sun, the visage of Goddess Jackie partly obscured by the sun.

“Rise and shine sleepy heads. I see Benny showed you how to pass the time.” Jackie said off handedly, Simon turning in the cage to see Benny still slumped in the same position as before, his tight gimp mask obscuring his eyes, ears & mouth, only a nose poking out even indicated a human was beneath that pile of latex. Curiously, Simon reached for the gimp mask’s facial strap, seeking to remove it.

“Don’t do that.” Jackie barked, walking closer to the cage.

“Why not?” Simon said defiantly, almost bratty.

“Benny isn’t much of a looker…anymore. He can’t stand the sight of his own face.” Jackie retorted, unlocking and removing the padlock from the cage, opening the door with an inviting swing.

“What happened to him?” Simon said cautiously turning away and poking a nervous head out of the cage.

“Let’s just say, plastic surgery is hard without the right tools.” Jackie said smiling, messing up Simon’s hair with a playful hand, before latching a thick and heavy metal choker chain to his neck, a heavy-set chain-link lead running from it to Jackie’s hand.

She pulled on it tightly, the leash constricting Simon’s airflow momentarily, causing him to spit and grunt like a wounded dog. Jackie pulled him hard by the leash, practically yanking him to the opened doorway.

Scared to stand upright Simon followed shortly behind on all fours, racing out of the room with unbridled glee; free at last.

Outside now he smelt the pine and forest decadence. He smiled as the sun hit his pale skin. He turned, still on all fours towards the towering Goddess Jackie. Forgetting his place he called out;

“So how long did you have me in the—“ Simon began before a powerful boot to the head from Jackie disoriented him. The kick knocking him squarely to the ground, a daze falling over him.

“Doggies don’t talk. They bark, and whine and pant for a drink. C’mon Simon, let’s go for your morning walk.” Jackie said as if referring to a domesticated pet she had had for years.

Despite the degradation and humiliation, Simon complied, fearful for his Goddesses wrath lest he disobey. She pulled hard on the leash tightening his collar further and further as she made her way far in front of the crawling Simon.

He quickly jostled and made his way forward, the sharp sticks, fallen tree items and other woodland things digging into his hands, knees and legs. The walk was not long as once he rounded one side of the sadistic box he was pulled around the other side and again once more, completing a filthy and humiliating loop of his new forever home.

“I used to walk Benny but that old dog doesn’t have the same get up and go as he used to. I might have to put him down.” Jackie said offhandedly as the pair stared through the trees off of Jackie’s property, the suns glow strange, Simon wasn’t sure if it was rising or falling. Interrupting the near beautiful moment Jackie tightened her grip on the leash, she pushed an evil heel into Simon’s back, the tension building in the choke. Practically lynching Simon, Jackie held the choke for what felt like an eternity, Simon’s lungs screaming for air, his head feeling like it would pop.

As the taught leash was loosened, Simon gasped a deep breath, Jackie leading him back toward the evil box in the woods. Stopping before the door, Jackie lightly tugged on the leash.

“Have a drink before the walk ends lovely.” Jackie said, gesturing to a steel bowl unseen by Simon, the kick to his head to blame for his lack of attention to detail. Instinctively, Simon cupped his two hands together and began to lower them down to the water.

Before he could do so, Simon felt a tremendously powerful kick connect with the backside of his nuts, their fully exposed nature a critical design floor.

Simon practically leaped like a frightened frog, a demonic hollar left his body as he crumpled to the earth below him, screaming into the dirt.

“Get up you big baby.” Jackie ordered swiftly, pulling the leash tight once more, raising Simon to be on all fours again despite his clear and obvious cries against it. Taking no time at all, Jackie launched another perfect placed kick into the back of Simon’s balls, the one place his balls weren’t bruised or bruising so far, which was soon about to change.

Falling in a heap, Simon clutched his two grape fruits, Jackie allowing him the privilege of rolling over onto his back, his balls looking massive, almost to the point of needing to be drained of fluid. Rolling around in tremendous agony on the earth my, dirty floor, Jackie pulled him up, despite his best efforts and pelas to remain curled up.

“C’mon Simon.” Jackie began, patting the side of his head reassuringly. “I have to get going soon, so drink up before cage time.”

Unable to push the pain out of his mind completely, Simon’s eyes closed firmly, the pain making it hard to see, Simon lowered his head to the doggy bowl and began lapping up the warm water. Disgustingly, his mouth soured and puckered as his eyes opened to meet the liquid looking back. Simon nearly gagged as the bowl of piss ebbed and flowed, Jackie pulling hard on the chain to discipline Simon back to drinking.

With each pained mouthful Simon’s tears hit the bowl, only adding to the liquid level he was forced to drink. Lapping it up like the good dog he was Jackie encouraged him from above;

“Good boy, drink all my piss. Every last drop. If you’re lucky I’ll let you eat my shit later.”

Simon pushed through, nursing two ever purpling balls, the damage no longer able to fully heal and repair on its own, the balls likely needing professional care. Simon kept drinking pushing his ball pain from his mind as he focused on drinking down the warm, awful liquid.

It tasted so tangy, so acidic, like a highly concentrated apple cider vinegar. To his dismay, like the pathetic dog he was he licked the bowl clean, his bladder now full of his own piss as well as Goddess Jackie’s.

Simon looked up from the now glistening bowl to see Goddess Jackie smiling at him. Gently now, she led him back into the darkened box, past the chair and back to the entrance of the small cage, Benny still limply breathing in the cage, unbothered by the commotion around him.

Kneeling below a paused in contemplation Jackie, Simon surveyed the room before the light was snuffed out, he saw surgical photos plastered on the walls and Polaroids of men he didn’t know or see hanging from a loose wire, the photos depicting images of such depravity Simon couldn’t gaze upon them for long.

Simon looked over to the potentially sleeping Benny, seeing his left forearm was the only part of his body not covered in latex, his cock and balls readily accessible via a large zipper. Across his forearm, a makeshift painful looking tattoo read the number 9.

Simon looked back at the Polaroids after mustering up the courage to do so, seeing number tattoos on some of the men within, the numbers in no particular order or sequence; what could it mean?

“S…do you want to go back in your cage?” Jackie said breaking Simon’s train of thought.

“No Goddess.” Simon said honestly, not thinking before he spoke. Worriedly, he tensed up, expecting a hard boot to slam into his balls any second, yet the sensation never came.

“Well if you stay out you’ll have to do something for me.” Jackie said, looking down at him.

“Anything Goddess.” Simon said, practically sitting up on his hind legs like a dog begging for the last stale biscuit.

“You’re going to hold a light for me. I have some light reading I need to do.” Jackie said unclasping the heavy leash from Simon’s collar. She didn’t bother undoing the collar, leaving it on him.

Jackie walked away from Simon, trotting over to the gynaecologist chair. As she got to it, she spun around and clicked her fingers, whistling a degrading note. Instinctively, Simon ran on all fours across the floor of the dungeon toward her, stopping inches away from her legs, bowing his head deeply, his lips now millimetres from her cowgirl boots.

“Get in the chair.” Jackie ordered, pushing her foot into Simon’s face to lift him upward. Scared he stood up on weary legs and with a worried mind he backed up into the chair, finding the coarse cushions comforting compared to the stifling cage where Benny resided.

Like the time before, Jackie strapped him down quickly, pulling the door to the torment room closed firmly. Simon’s brain rushed with terror as flashes of the horrific pain from before entered his mind, his mouth shot open, screaming in terror, wails of fear overtaking him, completely unable to hold them back.

With a hard slap, Jackie steadied him, grabbing his chin she looked at him, her red lipstick just as bright as the time before, whenever that was. Steadying the freaking out Simon, Jackie stared deeply into his crying eyes, her bright blue peepers steely with focus.

“I’m only going to say this once; you’re to hold the light steady and keep your noise to a minimum, I have trouble reading and I get VERY annoyed if I can’t finish my stories; ask Benny.” Jackie said, slapping Simon twice more, once across each cheek for good measure, the pain distracting him long enough for Jackie to grab today’s tool of devastation; another sounding rod.

Like before, she grabbed his fearful yet hard dick and shoved the rod down his tight urethra with malicious intent. Simon wailed and flailed, this rod had more girth and was longer, the pain however was almost exactly the same, no tolerance was able to be built up against it, it broke him down all the same. She pushed it down, and dragged it back up again only to push it further down, where it felt like it was knocking at and pushing on internal veins and areas which man was never meant to touch.

The pain was unbearable; his brain a mush of pain Simon began gurgling as the rod slid with finality into place. Quickly, Jackie grabbed something from the surgeon’s table and pulled it above Simon’s sounded cock; it was a lighter.

She flicked the ignition, the flint failing to catch the first few times before roaring to life, Jackie bringing the flame down atop an ever so tiny wick at the tip of the rod. Extinguishing the lighter the room now was illuminated by the sounding rod’s wick. The light lightly jostled as Simon’s ruined dick twitched.

“Oh shoot!” Jackie said as if her shoe was untied. “I left my book up at the house, hold on okay S, I’ll be right back.” Jackie said in a low-key almost causal tone as she walked up and pushed the heavy soundproof door open.

Sliding out from it and closing it behind her the darkness enveloped him, the only source of light illuminated solely by his dick wick. The rod felt as though it was heating up, a light burning feeling inside his cock began to grow stronger, the sensation horrid, like literal hellfire.

With no way to track the passage of time and the pain all he could feel, Simon did his utmost best to retreat into the far reaches of his mind and, for a brief moment contemplate the meaning of the numbers.

They were all so garbled and random; perhaps they were meaningless, perhaps they were to number her slaves or perhaps, Simon thought; it was a ranking system. A way to desígnate which sex slave was the apple of her eye.

It made sense, Simon thought, Benny, the only slave Simon had seen so far, of whom Jackie talked so highly of, was number 9. Surely the past few days of torment that Simon had endured happily would rank him close if not higher than 9.

Simon promised himself that, even if the numbers weren’t a ranking system that he would become Goddess’ Jackie’s number 1 slave; even if it killed him.

Ironically, he thought about the other Goddesses as the heat plume in his cock grew hotter. He wondered if they missed him. They had warned that Jackie played more intensely than they did and foolishly Simon didn’t heed their warning and yet, oddly enough, his time with Jackie was euphoric, a new normal he couldn’t describe.

It would only be truly understood to someone who had lived it. He felt okay in servitude to Goddess Jackie. If she pimped him out or gave him over to the other Goddesses to use he wouldn’t mind but he longed to be Jackie’s and Jackie’s alone; he hoped, as the fiery heat began to burn him that she felt the same.

Screaming and hollering the door opened finally, revealing Jackie, with a magazine tucked under her arm, something else concealed in her other hand, her tight white shirt drenched in sweat from running around her large property. As she entered she readjusted the rod, pulling the metal pole up slightly, the heat dying down, although the inner of his cock still felt as if it was burning at a low rate.

Persevering he tried to hold still, as Jackie flippantly flicked through the magazine. A few pages in she stopped, placing the magazine on the surgeon table beside her before standing up.

“I almost forgot. You’ve already been sounded so you’re semi used to this pain. If I want to test your ability to stay still I have to up the ante.” She said gleefully revealing to Simon a large piece of peeled ginger and a roll of duct tape.

With a smile she forced an unlubed finger into Simon’s unprepared asshole. Fondling around she poked and prodded him, stretching him with one hand as she readied the ginger root for insertion. As she pulled out her finger she slid the ginger root in its place.

The root immediately began leaking, the chemical reaction causing Simon to spasm wildly in terrible discomfort, the jostling shaking the only light source in the room, much to Goddess Jackie’s dismay.

With a huff she pressed on, ripping a large piece of duct tape off and placing it over Simon’s asshole. With another piece she fortified it. Again and again she sealed it in. Satisfied it was buried she grabbed her doctor’s stool and grabbed her magazine. Simon bit back screams and tears flowed down his face like a cascading waterfall, the heat in his dick and ass both different heats but both incredibly painful and discomforting. He wriggled and writhed. Hearing a purposeful huff from Jackie he tried his best to keep still.

“Hold that light steady dear, it’s hard to read, and I need to learn this for you.” Jackie said, patting Simon encouragingly on the knee like a grandmother would do to a small boy.

So Simon sat there, baking in mind melting pain, his body a human candle, flickering often as his Goddess in an unbothered focus kept on reading, flicking the pages eagerly as she grunted and made noises of surprised observation.

Simon tried his best to avoid screaming and to avoid screaming lest he disturb her, yet both options felt like they were mere seconds from occurring. As he felt the world around him dull, the familiar feeling of the night time setting in, his vision blurring, his head becoming too heavy on his neck, he looked over at the magazine Jackie was reading. In fact, Simon thought magazine was the wrong word; it was more a journal, a scientific journal that appeared to be abridged.

Simon only read the title of the journal before he screamed loudly, his bellow sending a gust of wind out, blowing out the light source. Fearful as the world went dark the words seemed so bright even in the darkness. The phrase embedded in his brain as he cried out. Jackie getting up to open the door. Simon screamed once more as the light entered the room, now illuminating the book’s front cover;

‘How to perform a circumcision’

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

Last week I tried to steal a Macbook from one of those big box electronics stores. The security seemed to be really lax and it looked easy. It was a setup, they had security cameras and got footage of me lifting the computer. The head of security was an insanely hot woman named Miss Morgan, she paddled my balls until I was nearly unconscious and promised to do it twice as much the next time she caught me.

My first reaction was to avoid that store at all costs, but over time my perspective changed. Bit by bit, I wanted to beat her at her game. I went back to the store to see if I could spot the video cameras. I dressed in the same outfit she caught me in last time, and just like last time the security guard completely ignored me. I stood over by the laptops and looked around, there it was, a camera mounted up high on one of the columns. Fuck, there was another one behind me, they had this section of the store well covered.

I began moving around the store, looking for blind spots, there was one along the side wall near the laptops. There was one by the registers too. If I could carry the box over to the blind spot, snag the computer, and then put the box back I should be in the clear. But, I was sure Miss Morgan was in the control room watching me. The security guy up front was a decoy, there may be other security guards on the floor too. I needed a plan.

I wondered if I could if I could flush them out, I picked up the laptop box and carried it towards the registers. I quickly turned back, there was one of the big guys I had seen last week. They are definitely following me. I needed a diversion, or possibly a helper, I had to give it some thought. I put the laptop back onto the shelf and turned to leave the store. Miss Morgan somehow materialized in front of me.

"I warned you, four minutes with the paddle if I catch you again. What are you doing here?" she asked.

"Nothing, just looking at the Macbooks. I think I might buy one if I can scrounge together the money."

Her hand quickly reached for my crotch, she found my balls through my pants and began to squeeze.

"Can you imagine how much four minutes of the paddle will hurt? I think you should reconsider your life choices."

"My balls ... uh, okay. Reconsider..." I barely managed to speak. Miss Morgan is fucking strong. My balls were getting squashed.

"Maybe you should try another store, not mine."

"Yes ... another ... store..."

She let go of my balls and turned me around, then she shoved me towards the door. I made my way out slowly, it was hard to walk with my aching balls. Oh, and I had an erection. I covered it with my hoodie and pushed it down as best I could. There's something about Miss Morgan, I was scared of her and yet I wanted her.

I went home to think about how to lift the computer without getting caught, obviously, they were watching me. I needed a plan. I could try a diversion, but my usual plan was to have my friend Katie distract the security guards. I knew that wouldn't work with Miss Morgan. A pretty girl was not enough to throw her off. I'm sure I could get my buddy Mike to help, but I didn't really have a plan yet.

I sat around and thought about it, then it hit me. They think I'm going steal a computer by stuffing it down the front of my pants. What if I grab two, stuff one in the back of my pants, ditch the box, and then carry the other one to the register and ask a dopey question? Then I can put it back and get out of the store quickly. That should work.

I was excited to try my plan, I got dressed and walked over to the store. The usual lame security guard was up front, but I knew Miss Morgan was watching on the cameras. I grabbed a boxed computer and tipped it up to block the cameras, then I grabbed two laptop boxes together and held them both below counter level and made my way to the end of the counter where I was out of camera view. I pulled out one and stuffed it into the back of my pants and ditched the box, I held the other in front of me, then I walked back into camera view. I made a big show of carrying the laptop to the front of the store and asking a question about financing, and then I took the box and returned it to the shelf. I walked casually to the back of the store. As I rounded the last aisle before my escape Miss Morgan and one of the big guards stopped me.

"We got you again, I have video footage of you taking two computers and putting one back."

Fuck!

The guard turned me around, and Miss Morgan yanked the laptop from the back of my pants.

"Come with us, Matt."

I followed her into the back room, she motioned to the guard to hand her his handcuffs. "So, what will it be, the cops or do I get to punish you again?"

I had no choice, I already had a record, if the cops got me I was sure to do some jail time. I held my hands out in front of me, she put the cuffs on and hooked me to the wall.

"Okay, Walt, you can go," she said to the guard. "Come back in twenty minutes just to check on me." The big guy left the room, and as soon as the door latched shut she yanked off my shoes, undid my pants, and pulled them and my boxers off. My cock was erect, though I wasn't really sure why it would be. I knew my balls were about to be beaten, why would I be hard?

Miss Morgan walked up close to me, she ran her finger down my chest and along my stomach, then she ran it along my cock. She traced it around the edges of my cock head, I was so fucking hard I felt I might burst. Her fingers reached lower, she enclosed my balls in them and started to squeeze.

"Either you are a moron or you like having your balls beaten," she said quietly right in my ear. I could feel her breath as she spoke. Her grip tightened. "Maybe it's both." She smelled good, I tried to look down the front of her dress to get a look at those big breasts. The soft curve of her breasts pushing against the dress was so sexy. I wanted to squeeze them badly, but there was no way. Then her hands tightened on my balls.

"Unnnnh," I groaned. Such strong hands, holy shit.

"I warned you, we're going to do four minutes with the paddle, you'll wish you had never heard of this store." She pushed her knee up between my legs, then she let go of my balls and drove her knee up hard into them.

"OOOOOOOF!" Pain flooded my brain, all I could think about was trying to get a breath, but I couldn't. She did it again. "FUCK!" And again. "FUCK! MY BALLS!"

She let go of my balls and stepped back. "Look at that erection, I think you do like it."

I hung limply by my restraints, my balls hurt so much, but she was right. I did like it, at least on some level. I was so hard, I wanted to cum. It felt nuts. She took a step back and then went over to her cabinet and pulled out the paddle she used on my balls last time. I remembered the sting, the pain was searing, and now she was going to do it for twice as long.

She ran the paddle under my balls, just barely touching them.

"I do have a question, why the fuck would you come back here?"

"The challenge."

"What? Are you a fucking idiot?"

"I guess so, I wanted to see if I could beat you, I don't really even care about the laptop. How did you catch me?"

"I won't tell you, but the answer is obvious. You missed some of our cameras. I saw you scoping the place out, you only looked at the mounted cameras. Of course, we have some hidden cameras, I'm good at my job."

Yeah, of course. It looked too easy, I underestimated her again. That's twice now, I wouldn't make that mistake again. She walked over to her phone and set a timer, four minutes, twice as long as the last time. I tried to mentally prepare myself for the beating, but it was impossible. The loud slap echoed through the small room as she smacked the paddle into my balls. The pain came quickly, washing over me a tsunami. Just as the string began to subside she struck my balls again, over and over. The pain built and built until it was too much for me. My mind seemed to shut down and I hung limply from my restraints. It didn't slow Miss Morgan down one bit, she kept paddling my balls. I managed to look at her timer, I still had a half minute to go. FUCK!

"Miss Morgan..." I groaned. "Please ... have some mercy."

Nothing, she kept hammering away at my balls. "My ... balls...."

"Please, Miss Morgan! FUCK!"

On and on it went until the phone finally beeped when my four minutes were up. My balls were red and swollen, they hurt so much that I couldn't process it. Miss Morgan looked a little winded, her face was red, but not near as red as mine. She knelt down in front of me and examined my balls, she took them in her hand.

"These have to hurt, they really look swollen."

"Yeah, they hurt like hell. You were brutal."

"Maybe you'll learn your lesson?"

"Yes, I've learned, I'll never come back."

"You said that last time."

"Never trust a thief."

She chuckled at me, then went over to the cabinet and pulled out a jar of the cream she used to relieve my balls last time. She took a handful and rubbed it onto my balls. It felt so good, nice and cool, such a relief. She took another handful and rubbed it onto my cock, her hand slid up and down the shaft easily with the cream. She had one hand on my balls, the other stroking my cock. The relief from the cream seemed to mix with the pain in my balls, I was being pushed to my limits, then over.

"Oh fuck!" I groaned as I shot a load of cum onto the floor. She kept rubbing my cock and balls, I shot more and more cum, it felt so good. Such a crazy juxtaposition to the incredible pain I had been feeling just minutes before. She stroked me until I was done, then she removed my restraints and gave me back my clothes. I quickly dressed as she buzzed the guard to come and escort me out of her store.

"I don't expect to see you again, right?"

"Never say never!"

I walked out with the guard, I had a new determination, I was going to get that laptop. I was done losing to Miss Morgan, things would be different next time.

Continued from Part 20:

https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1g4pckw/part_20_the_ballbusting_cheerleading_sisters/

The sisters continued to seduce Scotty, taking turns kissing him as their delicate fingers worked over his dick. He barely noticed as the gigantic, round leather toe of Naomi's boot took a measured step to test the distance of her kick, before she planted her kicking foot back to the ground, ready to strike. Naomi smiled at the sisters who winked back to let her know that their hands were clear. With that Naomi took one big step forward and SLAMMED the Massive Boot right into his testicles with incredible force!BAMMM!!!

Despite not even being her full strength, the heavy boot paired with her long and powerful legs garnered tremendous speed that exploded into his balls with a noise that sounded like a gunshot.

"OOOHHHHH!!!!" Scotty's eyes shot wide open as the air was forced from his body. The pain crippled him, his legs went numb and he wanted to curl up on the floor and die. Unfortunately for him the X-Frame held him up, spread eagle, as his attackers just laughed at his pain.

"OOOOOHHHHHH!!!!!" the sisters and Naomi all mocked his cries as they cupped their groins pretending to have busted balls of their own.

McKayla and Alexia howled in laugher, but continued to jerk the boy next door's cock as Naomi prepared for another kick.

POP!!!

This time the instep of her boot perfectly crushed his naked plums, and the hard round toe connected firmly with his undercarriage.

Scotty's moan went up an octave, which made the women laugh even harder.

"Three more to go Mr. Balls of Steel!" Naomi teased. "You got this right?!"

Scotty literally couldn't talk. The pain and pleasure dynamic overtook him, and despite his best efforts he could not formulate words. He could only groan and shake his head, desperately trying to beg for mercy through his tear-filled eyes.

Despite his pain and terror, his rock hard dick was quivering in the grasp of sisters, threatening to orgasm at any moment. McKayla answered on his behalf  "He can take it!"

CRACK!!!

The devastating kick exploded through his crotch, completely squashing his manhood and driving the force even higher. Scotty's body was lifted a few inches into the air but only as far as the restraints would allow. If it weren't for the straps, Scotty would have been kicked a foot into the air.

Krystal and Layla clapped, hooted and hollered as the boy toy struggled to stay conscious through the waves of agony.

Despite the pain, and imminent destruction of his balls, Scotty's cock stayed rock hard as the sisters stroked it towards climax.

As Alexia jerked his cock, she teased her girlfriend, "Is that all you got?" Alexia LOVED watching her Amazon Goddess bust balls, it made her next-level horny.

McKayla joined in, "I think I heard him laugh at how light that kick was?" she mischievously teased Naomi, knowing how competitive she was.

SMACK!!!

For a fourth time, the heavy leather boot with massive platform soles rocketed into his junk with even more power than the others. His swollen testicles were squashed flat, as he was kicked up into the air to the limits the restraints would allow. The entire X-Frame make a creaking sound as the Amazon Goddess damn near kicked him out of it.

The women erupted in laughter, cheering and clapping as a long, high-pitched wheezing sound made it's way up from Scotty's stomach and escaped from his mouth. His body convulsed as he was overcome by pain. His testicles had swollen to nearly double their original size, resembling 2 large baseballs. As the sisters resumed caressing his massive hardon the swollen nuts expanded beneath their grasp.

"Holy fuck!" Layla cheered, "that was fucking awesome!"

"I don't think they're going to last much longer," Krystal added, smiling from ear to ear.

Naomi was proud of herself, and if she was being honest, she was proud of Scotty too. That had to have been the hardest kick she'd ever targeted at any set of balls, let alone a naked set while she was wearing this insane pair of boots. Obviously, it was the X-Frame that had him still "standing", but still, his nuts had remained intact. Naomi felt that were it Chuck (her ex-boss) in this position, his testicles would have certainly exploded from that force.

"You can take it right baby?" McKayla encouraged him as she slipped her fingers down her panties and began to pleasure herself.

"Fucking right he can!" Alexia encouraged as her own fingers made their way to her pussy.

The sisters were both getting extremely wet from witnessing Naomi's deadly kicks, and they were able to refocus their arousal onto Scotty's cock. The two skillfully stroked him, while simultaneously kissing his neck, ears and lips. Their boy toy was practically unconscious yet he was still hornier than he had ever been. As he faded in and out of consciousness he was blessed with incredible sensations that momentarily numbed his pain. He could smell the sweat of his girlfriend and her sexy younger sister. He could feel their soft lips fighting over his, he could feel their four silky smooth hands groping his chest, abs and cock.

McKayla's tongue ran down his abs, along his dick and she opened her inviting mouth, taking in his throbbing member and began sucking on his head.

Scotty faded to darkness for a moment, but came back to feeling his cock being worked over by the sisters. They both looked up at him as they took turns sucking his giant cock.

"Ya baby!" Layla came to Scotty's side, groping his arms and speaking in a seductive voice. "You got this Big Boy!" she encouraged, "You can take what we have for you right?"

Scotty's head instinctively nodded slightly, despite not really knowing what she had said.

"Mmmmmmm," Krystal purred into his other ear. "You want us to go Hard right!?"

Scotty moaned in pleasure. The sights, smells and feelings were too much and his dick began to spasm as his aching nuts fed cum into his shaft.

"He wants it HARD!" Layla encourage Naomi.

"Give it to him HARD!" cheered Krystal.

As the sisters pulled their mouths away from his fully loaded cock, and turned to give Naomi the signal, they saw that she had stepped aside. In per place, Ms. Taylor was positioned, ready to pounce.

"Momma always goes HARD!" Ms. Taylor declared, and in one smooth stride forward she launched her deadly, thigh high booted kick, slamming it right through Scotty's balls.

CCCRRRUUUNNNCCCHHH!!!

The hard leather instep exploded right in-between his testicles, forcing them outward from each other. The force pushed his man orbs to the absolute extent that his sack would allow, threatening to rupture out the sides. Her pointed toe went heavily into his undercarriage and the power of her kick drove further up and into his abdomen.

A massive string of cum erupted from Scotty's hard on, squirting up onto his chest, almost as if the devastating kick had forced it out. It would have been the most incredible orgasm he'd ever experienced, except his world faded to black. His massive dick continued to unload string after string of cum onto the floor beneath the X-Frame, and the sisters finished themselves off as well.

The six pack of deadly ballbusters stood tall around the unconscious Scotty, as his dick finally deflated after what felt like a minute long climax. They breathed heavily, each feeling so incredibly POWERFUL. All of them feeling like GODDESSES. They felt so close, so bonded, and all of them were eager to see what Ms. Taylor wanted to do next.

As McKayla and Alexia came down from their highs, they embraced one another in joy. Their mother reached out to them with her long, leather gloved covered hands. Looking down at her blossoming daughters, Ms. Taylor had a proud smile on her face. "Girls, I want to thank you so much for bringing this well-hung, fairly durable mound of man-meat into our lives. You didn't have to share him with me, but I'm so happy you did!"

Alexia was delighted, "Oh my god mom, thank you! Ever since McKayla taught me about smashing balls I was in love with it, and the things we did together were SO MUCH FUN!" Alexia squeezed her sister, "but doing this with you, learning about this side of you, holy fuck this is literally the Best Day of my Life!"

McKayla couldn't agree more. "Ya, THANK YOU Momma! I've never felt better! Having all this Sexy Nut Crushing Fun with my best friends -" Naomi, Layla and Krystal all joined them in a hug. "My sister, and now My Momma! This is a dream come true!"

Ms. Taylor felt completely fulfilled. Directing her gaze to McKayla she asked, "Honey, are you sure you're done with Scotty?"

McKayla, smiled back at the women, and then over to her incapacitated boyfriend, still hanging hopelessly on the X-Frame. She strutted up to him, looking like a bombshell in her metallic, pink and black cheerleading outfit, with white thigh high stockings, garters and Mary Jane shoes. Twirling her pig-tail in one hand, she fondled his swollen balls with the other. She looked back at her friends, "He's been a lot of fun, but if you're all willing to help, then I think it's time we really BUST HIS BALLS!"

To be continued...

Max and Lily’s sibling rivalry was legendary, and today’s race came with a high-stakes punishment. They agreed to sprint from the driveway to the backyard fence, with the loser facing 50 precise kicks from the winner, along with an extra-long, humbling foot massage afterward. Lily, with her toes freshly painted a bright white, was eager to win. Watching from the porch, their mom—who had her own matching white pedicure and years of karate training—stood ready to help her daughter perfect each kick if Max lost.

Max lined up with a grin. “Hope you’re ready to lose, Lil.”

“Oh, I’m more than ready,” Lily replied, wiggling her polished toes with a confident smile.

Their mom raised her hand, calling out, “Alright, ready, set… go!”

Both Max and Lily sprinted forward, their feet pounding the pavement. Max was quick, but Lily’s determination gave her an edge, her bare feet hitting the ground with rhythm as she surged ahead. She crossed the finish line just ahead of Max, turning to him with a victorious grin as he stopped, panting and realizing his defeat.

“Looks like you’re paying up,” Lily said, slipping off her flip-flops and wiggling her polished toes in the sunlight. She felt a wave of excitement mixed with focus, mentally preparing for each kick.

Their mom walked over, stepping out of her own flip-flops and standing beside Lily. “Mind if I help?” she asked with a grin, her years of training adding an edge to her calm demeanor.

Max barely had time to protest before Lily raised her foot and delivered the first kick. Her bare toes, gleaming white with polish, struck him with a surprising force. The impact sent a jolt through his body, making him double over as the initial shock hit him—a sharp, deep ache radiating outward. Max’s mind reeled, caught between disbelief and instinct as he braced himself, realizing he’d be enduring 49 more kicks.

Lily, meanwhile, felt a surge of focus and energy. Each kick felt controlled, precise, and strangely empowering. With her mom’s guidance, she adjusted her stance, pushing her foot forward with a stronger follow-through. Her polished toes landed with perfect accuracy each time, the force of each kick leaving Max wincing and struggling to hold his ground. She could feel the impact reverberate through her foot with every strike, a sensation that left her feeling victorious.

As she neared her 30th kick, Lily found herself in a rhythm, her concentration sharpening with each strike. Max, by now, was bending over, gasping between kicks as the pain settled into a dull, throbbing ache. He felt a mixture of humility and resignation; each strike reminded him just how intense their sibling rivalry could be.

Finally, after her 50th kick, Lily stepped back, feeling a sense of pride and satisfaction. Her mom, however, stepped forward, a focused expression on her face as she prepared for her turn. Max looked up in disbelief as she positioned herself.

Without hesitation, she raised her foot, her years of training evident in the strength and control behind each kick. Her polished white toes struck with even more precision than Lily’s, each kick leaving Max gasping, the force of each impact almost calculated. The sensation for Max was overwhelming—a mix of shock and respect as his mom’s kicks landed with unrelenting accuracy.

For their mom, each strike felt like a perfectly practiced move, each one stronger and more precise. She delivered her final kick with a sense of fulfillment, knowing she’d given Max a lesson he wouldn’t soon forget.

As the punishment ended, Max was left breathless, both physically and mentally humbled. Lily and her mom exchanged satisfied glances, sliding back into their flip-flops and moving to the porch.

“Alright, Max,” Lily said, stretching out her legs, “time for that foot massage.”

With a sigh, Max knelt down, rubbing each of her polished toes as Lily leaned back, fully savoring the experience. When she was satisfied, her mom took her turn, stretching out her own feet with a smile.

For Max, it was a lesson in humility and sibling rivalry he’d remember forever.

Attention, this is a work of fiction, and all characters are adults, over 18 years old!

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In the room, illuminated only by a soft light reflecting off Esmeralda's silver-toned hat, the teacher paced back and forth in front of the class, her presence filling the space with a mix of authority and allure. Her piercing green eyes examined each student with focus, while her black mini skirt and tight corset highlighted her commanding figure, even though her chest was smaller than many of her students'. Esmeralda never needed physical power to assert herself; her real weapon was her sharp and strategic mind.

"Today, we’re going to talk about a spell called ‘Phantom Punch,’” she said, her voice calm but filled with anticipation. She raised a hand, and as she spoke, a shimmering energy began to form around her fingers. “This spell is one of the most effective ways to cause pain without causing physical harm."

Lilith, seated in the back, leaned forward with interest. The curiosity on her face grew with each word from Esmeralda. The energy in the teacher’s fists pulsed with a ghostly aura, and her explanation became increasingly captivating.

“The magic works by channeling your energy into a punch,” Esmeralda continued, clenching her fist tightly as the phantom aura around it intensified. “When you hit someone with the ‘Phantom Punch,’ it’s as if your hand has passed through their body. The pain is real, but there’s no physical damage. They feel as though they’ve been destroyed from within, but the reality is quite different.”

The class watched, intrigued and somewhat uneasy. Esmeralda smiled, aware of the effect her words had. “Let me give you an example,” she said, making a strategic pause. “Imagine a Jade dragon. Its skin is tougher than steel. A regular hit would never penetrate its chest, but a ‘Phantom Punch’ would make the dragon feel as if the fist had pierced its heart... the pain would be so intense it would thrash as if it were dying.”

Lilith smiled slightly. The idea of controlling such immense pain without physical consequences deeply appealed to her.

Esmeralda then took a step forward, approaching Lilith and looking directly at her with a gaze that hinted at something more. “Now, of course, there are targets even more vulnerable to this kind of magic. Such as... male sorcerers.”

The room went silent for a moment. Esmeralda grinned mischievously. “You know what I’m talking about, right? Those little things swinging between their legs…”

The reaction was immediate; Lilith’s eyes widened, clearly surprised and thrilled. The teacher wasn’t usually this direct about it. Esmeralda chuckled, continuing, “Imagine a phantom punch hitting… well... right in the testicles. The impact would be devastating. For them, it would feel like you’d crushed them completely. Pop!”

The entire class seemed to shudder at the graphic description. Lilith, however, was thrilled.

Esmeralda noticed the glimmer in Lilith’s eyes and smiled slightly, while the young witch seemed fascinated by the power of this spell. "Of course," Esmeralda continued, "the Phantom Punch is just an illusion of pain, but to them... well, it would feel as if they had lost their precious 'friends' forever."

Lilith could hardly believe what she was hearing. Esmeralda's lesson was turning out to be far more entertaining than she had expected. The teacher then refocused on the lesson, explaining the channeling technique necessary to perform the spell.

“The energy you need to concentrate is in your fists,” she explained, raising her own fists in demonstration. “You’ll feel the flow through your body, but you must keep your focus. When the fist connects with the target, the energy will release as a ghostly wave, causing no damage but inflicting the most intense pain they’ve ever felt.”

“Practice makes perfect, ladies,” Esmeralda said with a satisfied look. “Remember, the Phantom Punch can be a powerful psychological weapon. And if used at the right moment, it can mean the difference between victory... and total humiliation.”

Lilith couldn’t stop smiling. She was already thinking about how to put the spell into practice. "So... Phantom Punch, hmm?" she murmured to herself as the lesson concluded.

Esmeralda smiled, noticing her student's enthusiasm.

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Esmeralda walked through the halls of the Magic Academy with firm steps, her mind still focused on the preparations for the next "Stun and Universal Magics" class. The spell 'Phantom Punch' was quickly becoming a favorite among the students, and she had a special practical lesson planned for the coming weeks. However, her thoughts were interrupted when a magical notification appeared in front of her, a summons from Seraphina requesting her presence in the headmistress's office.

Curious and a bit surprised by the unexpected call, Esmeralda redirected her path toward the office. As she approached the door, about to knock, she heard a loud, furious voice from the other side.

"You idiot!" Seraphina shouted, her voice cutting through the air like a sharp blade. "This is the third time this week! Her grades are a rollercoaster! One moment she’s gaining points out of nowhere, the next she's losing them!"

A second voice, clearly shaken, responded defensively. "It’s not my fault, Phina... it’s that damned Morgana... wretch! She keeps threatening my balls if I don’t raise her grades!"

Esmeralda raised an eyebrow at the desperate tone in Armand’s voice, and a slight smile crossed her lips. Before she could react, Seraphina’s voice echoed again, now tinged with sarcasm.

"Oh, really? She threatens your useless parts? Let’s see if she threatens more than that!"

A loud thud echoed through the door, followed by a groan of agony. Esmeralda decided it was the right moment to interrupt. With a gesture, she gently opened the door, entering with a calm, composed expression.

"Excuse me, Seraphina," said Esmeralda, her green eyes quickly landing on the scene in front of her.

Armand was on the floor, writhing in pain, foaming at the mouth as he clutched his intimate parts with both hands. His eyes were rolling back, and his muscles tensed with each second. Lilith, in a corner of the room, was laughing uncontrollably, clearly enjoying the situation. Across the room, Seraphina stood tall and poised, with a warm, welcoming smile as she noticed Esmeralda’s presence.

"Oh, hello, Esmeralda!" Seraphina greeted her, her expression instantly shifting from sternness to a warm reception. "Sorry for this... little inconvenience." She shot a disdainful look at Armand, who was still writhing on the floor, unable to speak.

"I see you’re busy," said Esmeralda, unable to suppress a small smile as her gaze drifted from Armand to Lilith.

"Yes, always busy," Seraphina replied, keeping her tone light. "But, actually, I needed to speak with you about something important." She gestured for Esmeralda to come closer. "We’re having some... issues with Lilith’s grades, especially in potions. And it seems that Armand here," she gave a light nudge to his ribs, "isn't teaching her well enough."

Armand tried to protest, but all that came out was a pained groan. Seraphina completely ignored him.

"So," she continued, "I was wondering if you could take on this responsibility. It would be a favor to me, and I think you might have a more... effective approach." Seraphina cast a sharp glance at Armand, whose face was red with pain and shame.

Esmeralda crossed her arms, assessing the situation. "Lilith has a lot of potential," she said, casting a quick glance at the young witch who was still reveling in Armand's agony. "I think I can help her improve her skills."

Seraphina smiled with satisfaction. "Excellent. I knew I could count on you."

"Of course," replied Esmeralda in a light tone, though a mischievous glint sparkled in her eyes. "And what about him?" She pointed with her chin to Armand, who was beginning to catch his breath, still lying on his side on the floor.

"Oh, him?" Seraphina looked at him as if he were a piece of broken furniture. "His balls are the problem. He just can’t get the job done."

Esmeralda let out a laugh. "I see, I see..."

After a few more minutes of conversation, Esmeralda accepted the new task of teaching Lilith, and the two women said their goodbyes. As Esmeralda and Armand left the room together, he was still walking with difficulty, groaning softly with each step.

"That was humiliating," Armand murmured angrily. "I don’t think you should be teaching Lilith. She’s my student."

Esmeralda shrugged, unconcerned. "Well, it seems your... stupid balls... are preventing you from doing a good job."

Armand abruptly stopped and turned to her, his eyes blazing with anger. "My stupid balls?! You think you can outdo me just because another damned witch is threatening me? Please, a professor who only knows rank-B spells thinks she’s a better educator than me..."

Esmeralda raised an eyebrow, surprised by his boldness. "Coming from the man who was just on his knees a moment ago? Do you really think you’re better than me?"

"That’s exactly right!" Armand snapped, now fully enraged. "You think you can dominate anything, but you’re just a woman with smaller breasts than your own students!"

Esmeralda’s face hardened. She took a step forward, closing the distance between them, her green eyes blazing with anger. "Very well, Armand. You want a duel?!"

Armand hesitated for a second but, seeing Esmeralda's serious expression, grew even angrier. "A duel we shall have."

They stared at each other in a tense moment, anger and disdain filling the air around them. The challenge was set. A duel would be held.

"Two duels in less than a month— a professor who has to prove his strength constantly doesn’t seem like a very good teacher to me."

She walked away, leaving Armand alone in the corridor, still furious. The date and place of the duel would be set soon, and Esmeralda was already eager to teach him an unforgettable lesson. She knew that in the world of witches, a male witch would never defeat her. And surely, Armand would learn that in the most painful way possible.

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Ok, ok, I know, "another duel?" Yes, but trust me, it's going to be worth it... I think the next episode is really cool, well, tell me, what did you think of Esmeralda? I'm a little afraid that I'm creating characters with very similar personalities. Esmeralda will be very egocentric, probably as a form of self-affirmation because she doesn't want to do more advanced magic. However, she thinks she's superior because she's smarter than everyone there (when it comes to planning, that's why Seraphina chose her to teach Lillith). Remember, Armand is indeed strategic, but that's not his main focus. Later on, we'll see that, despite his balls, Armand is probably the most powerful wizard there, of course, when it comes to magic. After all, he probably wouldn't win against anyone due to the weakness he has in common with all men...

This part is getting long, but I have to ask. In the next chapters, I'll "soften" Seraphina's heart. DON'T BE FOOLED, SHE'S STILL CRUEL, but I thought about creating that "little romance" between her and Armand, because they studied together and such... I'm a person who can't live without without a romance in the story hahaha, but I believe some people would be a little disappointed with that, so, give me your opinion, do I really plant this "seed of love" in Seraphina, or do I continue leaving the two characters as just good old friends?

Thanks for reading!

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Previous Chapter:

https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1gelq1r/comment/luch4de/?context=3

Previous part here: part 3

Brad’s life had become an endless cycle of teasing and ballbusting. Mandi took every opportunity to keep him on the edge, her huge breasts and tight body a constant source of arousal. She relished the power she held over him, regularly delivering brutal kicks and punches to his swollen testicles to keep him from cumming. After a month of this relentless torment, Brad's already big balls were huge and painfully blue, his dick almost constantly hard and leaking.

Most girls around school had caught on to his predicament. They would act slutty, flaunting their bodies to drive him crazy. A few, however, found his constant arousal offensive and made his balls pay the price.

Among these girls, the harshest test his balls would face came from Amber, a 19-year-old Asian American girl. Amber was rather innocent and a bit sheltered, one of the last girls in the school not aware of Brad’s situation. Despite her shy character, she was very athletic, with large, perky tits and long, muscular legs. As the Taekwondo state champion, her kicks were particularly formidable.

Brad had just been relentlessly teased by Mandi, leaving him extremely horny and sprouting a massive hard-on. He noticed Amber finishing her workout. She wore yoga pants that hugged her muscular legs and a tight top that emphasized her perky breasts. He couldn’t help but stare.

Amber noticed his gaze and then saw his huge erection. She blushed, shocked by the sight. “What the hell, Brad? Do you have a boner?”

Brad, desperate and unable to control his arousal, stammered, “I can't help it, Amber.”

Her expression turned from shock to anger. “You’re a pervert,” she snapped. She had never kicked a guy in the balls before, but his huge hard-on made an obvious target. Instinctively, she aimed just under it, her foot flying up with the precision and power of her martial arts training.

Amber’s kick connected with Brad’s swollen testicles with a force that made most of the kicks he had previously endured look like love taps. Her foot sank deeply into his groin, lifting him off the ground.

Mandi, hearing the commotion, arrived just in time to witness the devastating impact. Amber’s muscular leg moved with incredible speed and strength, the kick flattening Brad's huge testicles almost to the breaking point.

The sheer force of the blow left Brad mid-air for a split second before he crashed to the floor, his eyes rolling back as he passed out. Despite the shock, his member remained at half mast and was still leaking precum.

Amber looked down at him, her face a mix of satisfaction and disdain. “Pervert,” she muttered before walking away, leaving Brad frothing on the ground.

Mandi approached, shaking her head with a mix of amusement and concern. She knelt beside Brad, her fingers gently probing his swollen testicles. They were bruised and throbbing, the latest assault having left them more sensitive than ever.

“Amber really did a number on you, huh?” she murmured, half to herself. Her fingers continued their exploration, squeezing lightly to gauge the damage. Brad’s unconscious body twitched in response.

Satisfied with her inspection, Mandi stood up, her tiny frame towering over his prone body. She gave his balls one final, gentle squeeze. “Wow, those things are pretty resilient. I got worried she broke my toys! But let's get you checked out to be sure” she said, a mischievous smile playing on her lips, clearly amused by his predicament.

BALLBUSTING. A college student accompanies his crush to her self-defense classes and ends up as her sparring partner (painful consequences will come out of this).

Trigger warning: this story contains >!castration!<

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Original Title: El sparring

Original language: Spanish

Translator's note: Seeing that so many of you really enjoyed the last translation of a story from the Spanish todorelatos author ana, I have decided to translate another one of her story. This time, somewhat tamer, as the last one was kind of cruel and violent.

As usual, at the end of the story, I will be leaving some foot-notes that give more context to this story.

Please leave your thoughts of the story in the comments! Translating it took me various days, so I really hope you all might enjoy this one!

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—I am telling you, Dani. The woman that’s our teacher does know how to fight —insisted Clara, a 22 year old college student who found herself in a new argument with her friend Dani on the effectiveness of the self defense classes that she herself was attending.

—And I’m telling you that you can’t possibly compare a sparring simulation with one of those female classmate of yours and a real fight against a man. Besides, in an actual fight against a woman, we men will always defend our balls because we know y’all going after them —answered the 23 year old Dani. He wouldn’t usually argue against Clara, however, whenever that topic was brought up he just couldn’t help it. The fact that Clara actually believed that she would be able to beat him in a fight just because she had been attending self-defense classes for the last few months was way too irritating.

—I’ve told you thousands of times that there’s other techniques besides attacking the balls, as well as thousands of other ways to distract or break a man’s defense in order to get his balls. I would gladly give you a demonstration, but I don’t want to end up in jail for leaving you with no offspring —joked Clara, who knew how much these comments about a man’s weak spot bothered Dani. His machismo was one of the main reasons as to why he was still only Clara’s friend and not her boyfriend. Dani had had a crush on her ever since they met. How could he not? She was such a tremendous 90-60-90 beauty after all.

—HA! That’s hilarious! —replied Dani ironically— be careful, you might break nail instead!

—Why don't you come over to a watch a class one of these days to see and see what we're capable of? —she proposed to him, it was something she had been thinking about doing so for quite some time.

To Daniel, this seemed like a waste of time, however, he accepted, hoping that Clara would thank him in some way. And at least he would get to see her in her sports clothes, which of course, wouldn’t hurt.

Once in class, the male was in front of about twenty women in various ages ranging from nineteen year olds up to some forty-something year olds. Then, Clara introduced him to the instructor, a woman in her thirties named Marisol, who was just as sexy as the young college girl.

—This is Dani, the friend I had told you about —Clara said.

—Thanks for volunteering, Dani. It's not easy to find men to serve as sparring partners without asking for anything in return. Even when offer them a pay, it still doesn't usually end well. Girls, thank Dani for his help —said Marisol, making all of them thank him with an applause.

He looked at Clara in search of an explanation, since what he had agreed with her was to go as an spectator, not as a sparring partner. Unfortunately, in the face of such a reception, he did not dare to refuse, since even the instructor had taken off her protections to give them to him. While the women did a little warm-up, he put on a helmet, a padded bib and some large foam-rubber shin guards.

You deceived me. —he whispered to Clara, putting on the protective gear.

Relax, we are just a group of women, you have nothing to be scared of. —she joked with her perfect smile.

Since today we have a man among us, we are dedicating today’s lesson to simulations of street aggressions —Marisol announced when the boy was ready with the protective gear.

However, Dani soon realized that he lacked protection for the area of his body he was most interested in protecting: his testicles. He hesitated to tell the instructor about it, as he didn't know wether if they even had a cup back there or if the woman had assumed that, since a cup was something so personal, he would bring his own. He was about to ask for one, but the idea of asking for genital protection in front of so many women embarrassed him so much, that he didn't have the balls to do it. «I mean, it’s just a simulation and I know they will all go for the balls. I just have to defend myself well and there will be no problem» he thought to himself.

Since she is the one who brought him, Clara will start, so that Dani gets somewhat comfortable. Go ahead, try to grab and subdue her. —Marisol indicated to the young man.

As soon as Marisol gave the order, Dani went for his friend, ready to grab her and touch her "involuntarily" as much as he wanted, careful of defending his unprotected crotch. But Clara, surprisingly agile, didn't let the boy's hands get near her, and managed to get one leg behind him and push him in such a way that he fell backwards. He had the boy's testicles in range for a devastating kick, but Clara, who suspected that Dani had no groin protection, was compassionate to the fairer sex, so she "just" bent down and quickly gave a punch to his soft scrotum.

The feeling of that famed soft lump in her fist was a dream fulfilled for Clara, who had not done it until then, and, who better to do it to than her friend Dani? Who, from his point of view, was not finding it so gratifying. His piercing moan announced to all that he was not wearing protection and the fetal position he adopted, along with the moans and groans, confirmed it.

The pain was truly excruciating, although seeing Clara's expression of satisfaction was almost as painful, and the girl, despite her immediate apology, could barely contain her euphoria. The rest of the women seemed to feel sorry for him, though deep down they were happy to see the effectiveness of the techniques.

—Why didn't you say you weren't wearing any testicle protection? I'm sorry, I should have asked you, but in my defense, I just gave you what I was wearing and I since don't need a cup.... —excused Marisol, who found no response from the pained male —It was irresponsible, if it had been a bigger blow you could have lost your testicles, like my poor nephew, who lost them to a girl's attack on the beach [1]. Fortunately yours does not seem as serious. If you recover and want to continue, I have a cup here to lend you. —Marisol told him, after dragging him to a corner with the help of Clara, who stayed with him while he recovered.

The first five minutes were real torture for the boy, who could barely contain himself so that his friend would stop looking at him with a pitiful face as if she were looking at the weakest thing in the world.

Luckily, the pain began to subside little by little. Dani was planning to get out of there as soon as he could, but Clara surprised him by promising to reward him if he stayed for the rest of the class and showed him that she meant it by pulling her friend's hands away and caressing right in the spot where she had recently stuck her fist.

—Mmm I'm glad to see I didn't break anything. —Clara whispered sensually when she noticed her friend’s erection.

Dani couldn't wait for the class to end and was so horny that he almost came, although he would have preferred the caresses to be limited to the penis, as his testicles were not yet ready to be touched. After that Dani was forced to change his mind about leaving immediately. Besides, since he would now have a cup, there was nothing to be afraid of.

After fifteen minutes, the young man was able to sit up, still with discomfort and little dignity, but in apparent good condition. Marisol congratulated him for continuing to volunteer and told him where the testicular protector was. The instrument seemed rather old to him, as it was a hard plastic cup with three small holes, without rubber bands to hold it in place, so he had to put it on under his underwear. Wearing the protector was not a pleasant sensation and he would even say that it sort of squeezed his bits, but if that rudimentary piece of plastic prevented him from repeating such suffering and humiliation, it was certainly worth it. With the return of the sparring partner, Marisol indicated that they would return to the demonstrations:

—We'd better start a little softer. Julia, you start.

At that moment, the youngest and shortest of the students, took a step forward and hesitantly waited for him to approach her or order to try and subdue her. If with her friend Clara he had made any effort, with Julia he instead held back, too much actually; so much so that as soon as he tried to grab her she slapped him hard on the ears (a blow that was luckily cushioned by the helmet) and then drove her knee into the boy's crotch with all her strength. The protective cup deflected the impact to his groin, but even so, his testicles were not spared from the vibration of the blow, that, more due to the unexpected than because of the pain itself, made him exhale a groan and fall to all fours.

—Are you all right? —asked Julia.

—Yes... yes.... —answered Dani catching his breath and regretting that the protector wasn’t totally effective because Clara would see him fall in front of a young woman even while wearing protection.

—You have the cup, don't you? —asked Marisol.

—Yes, it's just that... I didn't expect that even with the cup it would still hurt a little. —he said, getting up with a painful gesture.

—Look, Julia, even with the protector you were able to make him fall, what do you think will happen if you instead knee him directly in his dainty little huevos [2]? —asked Marisol.

—Well... we would be left with no assistant, wouldn’t we? —joked the young woman.

Dani didn't even want to think about what would have become of his testicles without the protection for that blow from which his groin still ached.

The demonstrations continued and the situation did not improve in any way: on the one hand, Dani was not able to reduce any of the girls even if he used all his strength and, on the other hand, all the techniques they used to get rid of him began or ended with a fierce blow to his weak point. The cup allowed him to continue, but the blows were accumulating and, no matter how light the impact, his testicles suffered more and more, making the slight pain he felt after the girl's knee, a real ordeal. To make matters worse, the cup did not allow him to grasp his testicles as his instinct demanded, which aggravated the feeling of discomfort.

Dani was about to ask for a break to recover, but once again his pride and shyness prevented him from doing so. Still he was able to hold on in front of the twenty girls. In considerable pain, but he did it. He was looking forward to taking off his cup, holding his manhood, and finally kneeling in solitude for a few minutes until the pain passed; not to mention that the heat generated by the direct contact with the plastic, had his testicles unpleasantly sweaty. But the end of his suffering had to be postponed a little longer, as Clara asked Marisol for one last demonstration, something to which the instructor gladly agreed.

—I hope you have finally accepted that I can beat you easily. Well, me and all of them, because you haven't been able to beat any of them. —Clara joked quietly when she was in front of him.

—Yes well, but remember that this is just a simulation. —he answered.

—Of course, had it been real, little Julia would have left you without eggs!

—Stop talking and start! —intervened Marisol, starting the fight.

Dani had been containing himself in every demonstration, but against Clara he gave his all despite the pain he had been suffering for a while. His intention was not to hurt her, as that could put an end to his plans for that night, but he wanted to show her that he was not the weakling he was seeming to be.

Clara made the mistake of trying the same technique as in the previous bout, which Dani had etched in his retina and was able to thwart. After this he managed to turn her around and embrace her from behind, a situation of which he took advantage in order to touch her tits discretely, but his legs faltered as he felt Clara's nipple through the thin sports bra.

The girl took advantage of this slip in order to escape by stomping on his foot. He ignored the pain and reached out to embrace her in a desperate gesture, which Clara used to grab his hand and twist his wrist in such a way as to force him to his knees with his arm behind his back. The boy tried to help himself to the other arm, but she grabbed it and held it behind his back as well. He was refusing to give up, but with Clara behind him and both arms twisted behind his back he was only hurting himself more and more.

—I can beat you even without even attacking your little ballsies. —she said loudly, provoking the laughter of her classmates, who were watching everything right in front of them.

Dani could not believe it, her friend, who barely weighed 50 kilos, had been able to incapacitate him with her bare hands, with hardly any effort. That fact was too much for his masculine pride, but adding the laughter and the satisfied faces of Marisol and the rest of the students made him burst with rage. With all his physical superiority in front of the woman, he stood up, got rid of her grip and threw her to the floor, standing over her in a dominant position.

Or that's what Dani expected to happen, but the reality was that, as soon as he put one leg forward and supported his foot to get up, Clara thwarted his intentions by doing exactly what Marisol had taught her in case the man resisted: she kicked him with all her strength between his legs, taking advantage of the separation created by him keeping one knee on the ground and putting the other leg forward.

The boy's instinctive moan was just as slight as the previous ones given the protection. However, almost instantly he noticed a subtle difference with the previous blows: this time the cup did not absorb the blow by moving it towards the leg area, but instead ascended as if it were an extension of Clara's foot, resulting in a brutal blow to the lower part of his testicles. The testicles finally came out of the cup, which remained on top of them, pressing them down.

By the time Dani discovered that such protection is not designed for back-to-front blows, his balls were already in his throat and he couldn't breathe. Marisol's beautiful face blurred and the women's laughter distorted to give way to a muffled whistle as the room began to spin.

But to his misfortune, Clara's technique was not over. Immediately after the kick, she pulled one arm to the side to turn him over and make him fall backwards. Had she noticed the expression on his face, Clara would have stopped at that moment but, counting on the protection of the cup, the girl finished the technique with another powerful kick in the balls.

The testicles were crushed between the cup and Clara's instep, forming a devastating press in which the dangling organs were no more than two porcelain ovals.

The boy's initial reaction was to bring his hands to his genitals to check if his fatal sensations were true. He quickly removed his panties and, with his hands inside his underwear, grabbed his testicles as he had been wishing to do for some time. But his desires would never be fulfilled, for in his scrotum he found only the jelly-like remains of what had once been his testicles.

He repeated desperately what seemed to be a "no" until he finally accepted the obvious: that Clara's foot had pulverized his manhood; she had caped him like a pig. The traumatic discovery of his castration, coupled with pain that far exceeded the ridiculous male pain threshold, left the male in total shock, almost in a vegetable state, but conscious. Mouth open, a trembling in his legs, small convulsions in the rest of his body and his eyes rolled back in his head.

Clara didn't need to see his reaction to realize what he had just done, for it was enough for her to feel that his foot had hit soft, very soft. So she spoke up immediately.

—My God, I think his protection has broken! —said Clara, very frightened, kneeling down beside him as she took off his protective cup. Then, seeing that it was intact, Clara was speechless, for she understood that the crunch sound she had noticed on the instead of her foot had not come from the cup.

When sparring session was stopped, without saying a word, Marisol, who knew from the first kick that the cup had moved, stood between his legs and pulled down his pants. The rest of the students formed a circle around the young man, waiting for Marisol to do the same with his underpants and with the thousands of thoughts of all kinds in their heads. When the instructor finished undressing him, they could all see the trembling mush that the young man had for a scrotum. Try as they might, none of them thought they could see anything resembling a testicle inside the pouch. They also had time to assess the size of the penis, although in that state little or nothing could impress them.

—Well, no, it seems that it is not the protection that has been broken. —Marisol said, breaking the silence.

—What, have they...? No... I didn't want to... I didn't know... —Clara said between tears seeing the state in which she had left the most intimate and delicate part of her friend. —Take him to a hospital, please.

—Of course. Maria, call the emergency room. But don't worry Clara, it was an accident, besides, maybe they have not yet... —said Marisol while she carefully reached into the boy's scrotum.

She immediately shut up when noticing, or rather not noticing anything similar to a testicle in the hanging little bag of skin, which was slowly acquiring a purple tone, not at all encouraging.

—Well, at least now we know that men’s huevos are not safe from our feminine feet, even when using protection. —said the woman.

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[1] This is a reference to another one of ana's most famous stories, (which I haven’t yet read as I find the content of it very questionable and whose name I won’t mention as to not promote it) in which a young guy goes to the beach with her aunt Marisol. I guess one could say that the author ana has somewhat of a ballbusting-literary-universe going on.

[2] Huevos*, literally "eggs". A colloquial and the most common name in spanish for the testicles.*

Kara Kent felt the weight of earth’s beautiful existence whenever she saw it from the watchtower.

Millions of humans, all living their own lives and following their dreams belonged on that blue and green planet. Even from up there, as she squinted, she could see a couple flirting with one another in their colorful apartment.

In the background she see’s a flatscreen tv playing on the news channel, showing off the sunny weather in Metropolis with even greater weather incoming for the rest of the week.

Thats good. Clark should be getting a good recharge from the sun today, she gleams happily as her curiosity brings her back to the couple.

Reading their lips Kara’s bright blue eyes picked up on what the handsome dark haired man was saying.

”—Baby, come on don’t be a tease. You gave me blue balls last time, beautiful. It’s killing me seeing how hot you are tonight.”

Blushing a little Kara walks a little closer to the long stretched window in the silver hallway. Her red cape and skirt swaying around her pale legs as she watched the girl laugh and tilt his head up with her finger underneath his chin. Her cheeky grin showed off her cute pink braces that matched her cute square glasses, reminding Kara of her cousin’s pair whenever he was in civilian mode.

”Good. They’re better when blue.” the girl mouths, pushing her hand between his spread legs to roughly grab the outlined orbs resting in his basketball shorts.

OH! She grabbed his…nuts?! Eyes going wide Kara’s surprised expression reflected the same amount of shock on the guys face as he coughed out a laugh or gasp. It was hard to tell with the no sounds in space effecting kryptonian’s ears too. But from the way he grasped the girl’s wrist and was beginning to tremble told her that yes, his poor balls weren’t in his possession anymore.

“So cool…” she whispers out loud, getting a little distracted until a strong hand claps her on her back, making her jump out of her skin with a balled fist swinging backwards. “WHAA!?”

“Hey, supergIRL-AHHHK!” With the strength of a mountain crusher, Kara’s frail looking arm swung with great aim as her knuckles traveled up between red magical skintight covered thighs to slam into large balls designed by the gods themselves.

Billy Batson, aka Captain Marvel, felt an electrical spark zap through his brain as his loose scrotum rippled from the force of supergirl’s scared punch. His nuts swung backward as his knees closed inward, causing his dark eyes to shrink even more as a painful squeak came out of his mouth.

“Captain?! Ah! It wasn’t my fault!” Kara apologizes as she steps backwards against the window with her cape being held up to hide her cute face. Even now, being in her early 20’s, she still felt fairly new to earthling’s fragility.

Especially regarding men and their…

“Balls…oh Zeus…t-those were my b-balls…” Captain Marvel stuttered, feeling the strength of Hercules failing him as his balls only seemed to throb more aggressively In pain. His legs shook and a horrifying sensation of sharp pain attacked his stomach. The nausea rising.

“Nnnooo…” Why did she have to hit my balls!?

“I-I’m so sorry! I swear I wasn’t…I didn’t mean to hit your…um, magic stones.” Saying it outloud, even in her own awkward way, made her blush harder.

oh my god I can’t believe this happening. I actually nailed him in his nuts! I’ve never done that before…but Black Canary’s training has been getting easier to understand. If that had been anyone else I don’t know if they would’ve lived. Darkly realizing that Captain Marvel’s durability being shown to be on par with her cousin’s Superman, she wasn’t too worried. But then again,

The Kent’s did say balls are sensitive…but how sensitive are they again?

Hearing a sliding door open on the far end of the hallway Kara tensed and reached down to grab Billy by his white cape. His eyes were squeezed tightly and all the gold shine to his costume’s lightning bolt looked dull as he held his aching baby-makers. He only groaned as he was lifted off the floor and flown down the other end of the hallway and into her private quarters.

Her quick eye scan slid the door aside and she was quick to get the poor hero in before anyone saw.

“Ohh…can’t move…” Billy whimpered, realizing none of the wizard’s magnificent powers can make him immune to testicular pain.

“Shh shh, it’s okay. It’s going to be okay.” Floating him to her unmade Wonder Woman themed bed, she plops him down and is relived when his dry heaving stops as he rolls onto his back. One of his long thick legs dangles off the bed and his rising, chiseled, chest gave her chills. The lightning bolt symbol containing something she didn’t quite understand. “D-Do you need anything? Water? Snacks? A reinforced Bat-cup…heh? Joking…”

Shaking his head Captain marvel puts an arm over his eyes and closes them, still squirming but trying his best to block out the pain. Shazam please. My balls…they’re killing me. he secretly begs as his morning breakfast tries to come up, but he doesn’t let it.

…He can heal himself right? With magic or something? hearing her heart pound in her chest, Kara tries a different approach and smiles nervously, pretending to be like her friend Batgirl whenever she got in trouble.

“Heyyy don’t worry. If it makes you feel any better, I didn’t put my back into that punch. At least, I don’t think I did...it’s hard to remember when you go around being nosy. You shouldn’t have scared me like that dude.” Laughing a little under her breath she winces as Billy only groaned pathetically at her words. She could see his outlined testicles, which now do look larger, shake in fear and retract as much as they could when he removes his hands to shift around. But his costume looked too tight to do much adjusting down there.

There were trapped to hang way too low or be stuck way too high.

She knew from experience. With Captain too busy dreading a reality where she had used full force instead of a scared punt, Kara reached behind her back and underneath her skirt to yank down the blue and red silk panties that rode up her cupcake ass when she flew them here. It was embarrassing to admit but since she’s gotten taller and filled out in certain places the other human girls call, “curves” she’s always picking out her cute but uncomfortable undies that find themselves up in her whenever she flies.

Ugh and this stupid skirt. God, I really hate wedgies. she furrows her eyebrow, angry at how earth was so limited to stretchy materials but relived when the smooth underwater snaps back over her bubbly cheeks.

“Sorry…” she heard him say weakly, bringing her back to his bad physical state. “I didn’t mean to…scare you.” Forcing an eye to open he looks at the beautiful innocent blonde and can’t help but still have a huge crush on her.

Even though she’s probably one of the few heroes on this flying station who could actually crush his nuts, if she wanted to.

“Me too.” Rubbing her arm she remembers a romantic novel Martha Kent was reading one night when everyone was asleep. Kara had been doing her secretive flying lessons and was reading alongside her foster parent from the outside window.

What did that farm girl do again? She helped milk her cowboy when the horse kicked him by accident…heh, right in his apples. Hm I’m sure that’s not too hard.

“Here let me help make them feel better.” Biting her lower lip she began to reach for Captain’s golden waistband when suddenly, Kara's ears perked up as she heard Captain Marvel's comms device activate. She listened intently as Martian Manhunter's alarmed voice came through, requesting Billy’s assistance.

"Captain Marvel, this is Martian Manhunter. I need your help. Superman is dealing with a situation in Metropolis and requires your aid. Lex Luthor and I'm teleporting you directly to him now."

Crap. Crap. CRAP! Billy’s real voice frantically bounced around in his skull as he willed himself to sit up and press his comms. Supergirl’s blushing face and her cute small boobs were enough to give him the motivation to tough it out. Cant look like a loser in front of the Girl Of Steel…

“Captain M, here…I’m in.”

Kara's eyes widened as she watched Captain Marvel's body begin to glow with a soft, white and blue light. She knew that Martian Manhunter's control over the watchtower’s teleportation cortex was precise and instant, and that Captain Marvel would be gone in an instant.

Giving his best superstar star smirk, Billy winks at Kara with a pained twitch in his eye. But it was a wink that left her heart pounding. “R-Raincheck blondie…”

"Wait!" Kara exclaimed, but it was too late. Captain Marvel vanished, leaving her alone in her room. “Shoot! He’s not going to do so well, is he?” She asked herself, looking out her room’s window to see earth. Her planet. Her home.

“If Superman needs help then Super Girl has to be there too.” she tells herself before speeding off to make her way to the zeta tubes.

—_—

The streets of Metropolis were ablaze with chaos as Lex Luthor, clad in his green and purple battle armor, stood tall amidst the destruction. His kryptonite blaster at the ready, he sneered at the lovable, boy Scout hero who dared to oppose him as his red boots softly landed in the middle of a road. Pedestrians ran but looked back In hope that their hero will save the day.

The Man Of Steel himself. Superman.

“Lex,” Superman’s blue eyes squinted in disappointment, “how many times are we going to do this? It’s starting to get old.”

"Ah, Superman," Lex said, his voice dripping with arrogance. "How predictable of you to show up late with a bad one liner, before witnessing my triumph. But I suppose you are in time to see the dawn of a new era, one where I, Lex Luthor, reign supreme!"

Livewire, his electrically-charged ex Shock Jock, materialized from his suit and hovered beside him, her body crackling with pulsing blue energy. She was broadcasting her face everywhere, her image appearing on every screen and monitor in the busy city. Giving the people of metropolis a show they’ll never forget. Her skintight black costume showing off her large, pale cleavage and thick thighs. Her spiky blue hair striking a zapping hum in the air as she grins wildly.

"Hey, Metropolis! It's your girl Livewire, back from a hiatus and now here to shock the system!" She winked at the camera, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Get ready for the most electrifying show of your life."

"Lex, you're not going to hurt anyone else today. It's over." Superman, unfazed by the theatrics, charged towards Lex, his eyes fixed intently on the main villain.

Lex sneered, raising his kryptonite blaster. "We'll see about that, Superman. Livewire, show him what we're working with!" Firing a blast of green energy Lex watches Superman fly over it with speeds only a god could have. Lex’s eyes go wide as he’s grabbed by the chest plate and punched into the air with a thunderous uppercut! He soars and manages to put up an energy shield just in time as he crashes onto a small apartments rooftop.

Livewire obliged though, unleashing a blast of electricity that struck Superman’s side with incredible force. “AhH!” The Man of Steel swiveled sideways, his vision blurring from the pain as he lands on wobbly feet to lean against a car.

As he struggled to regain his footing, Livewire took advantage of the open opportunity and strikes him with another blast from her supercharged palms. Time to get my 15 minutes of fame back. The hard way. she thinks as she flies close to him and blasts the hot sparks of energy into Superman’s hefty bulge on displayed in his red underwear he wears on the outside of his costume.

She wasn’t surprised when she struggled to grasp both of his loaded danglers. The rumors were true. Superman is as hung as a horse.

“AHHHK!” Superman’s skeleton flashes underneath his skin as blinding light targets his massive sturdy balls in such a way the hairs on his sack stick out all frizzy.

“Smoked eggs anyone?” Livewire laughs as Superman’s shocked scream sounds like a chicken being stabbed. His large eyes, stricken with fear as the rare sensation of mind numbing pain clouded his mind, took a heavy right hook that blows him he’s off his feet with an electrical BANG! His bright red and blue costume steams as the shock burnt black marks across his chest, his side, and his swelling nutsack as it jiggled between his legs. Superman’s ears were ringing and his entire body felt like it was on fire as he crashes against a nearby building. Bricks crumble all around him as he slides down the wall to land on the same rooftop as Lex.

Livewire hovered above, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "You’re going to pay for locking me up with those loonies.” Cracking her knuckles, quick threatening sparks zapped across her hands that make Superman’s balls shrivel in fear. Her wild eyes staring right where she grabbed them earlier. “This is it, folks! The main event! Superman vs. Lex Luthor and Livewire! Who will come out on top?"

Lex Luthor glared at Superman’s writhing face as he took deep breaths while cupping his super nuts like fragile eggs. His bald headed, sinister confidence radiates from his very being as his gun recharged for another kryptonite blast. "Spoilers. It’s going to be me." he declared, raising his kryptonite gun.

Painfully distracted by the now fading shocking ache in his sack, Clark Kent, part time reporter thought about the first time he’d felt pain like this. Back when he’d met Diana, the well loved and powerful Wonder Woman, he remembered her stubbornness and smugness when it came to discussing who was the strongest.

The memory started humorously at first. Batman being more brooding than a senior emo who loves heavy metal. Green lantern and Flash making bets as Aquaman urged wonder man to challenge him. A space alien vs an Amazonian.

”I’ll only do it if the boy of steel thinks it’s anyone other than me, so sure.” Diana had said back then, smirking as she relished in setting her dominance in the room and seeing who’ll test her. Clark almost found the strength to laugh now, in all this sea of pain, as he remembers his ego filled younger self accepting the challenge and learning that some people can hit just as hard as he can…and kick with the strength of a speeding train.

Remembering Diana’s smooth foot movements avoiding his lasers and how she used her shield to knock his head sideways as she moved in for a soccer kick made his soul shrivel up in shame. He didn’t prepare for Wonder Woman’s dick bending toe kick back then and he paid the price for it.

And right now…he realizes he didn’t do anything to be prepared for Lex’s personal go to attack.

Being a fucking cheater.

As Lex's kryptonite gun’s glowing green energy beam struck Superman with incredible force, draining his of his yellow sun radiation—sapping away his strength by poisoning him. The blowback sends him plummeting over the edge of the rooftop. The wind whips past his greying face and flapping cape before Superman crashes onto a nearby SUV, his large body crushing the roof and popping the windshield like bubblegum. The impact was tremendous, and the SUV's engine sputtered and died.

“Ouch, talk about a hard fall.” Livewire’s voice crackles as she steps on the ledge and looks down to see the leader of the justice league struggling to get up. Like a man with a wounded ego. Clinging to any power they may still have. “I give a 7 for the landing. Hmm but It needs a little more bang for it to be a 10…”

Livewire, never one to miss an opportunity, seized the moment. She snaps her fingers and sends a spark of lightning down the building, the electrical discharge arcing towards the damaged SUV. The spark ignited the leaking oil, and the SUV erupted into a massive fireball.

The explosion was intense, sending flames and debris flying in all directions. Superman, already weakened by the kryptonite, was engulfed by the inferno. His body was thrown backward, his vision blurring from the intense heat.

Lex watched the scene unfold, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. "It seems the odds are finally in my favor old friend." he said, his voice dripping with triumph.

Lex Luthor stepped off the rooftop, his body hovering effortlessly in mid-air as he descended towards Superman. His giant green robotic feet planted themselves on either side of Superman's head, the metal behemoths looming ominously over the weakened hero.

Lex's grin grew wider as he reached down and grasped Superman's cape, lifting him up with ease. Superman's body hung limp, his eyes glassy and unfocused. Lex held him aloft, waving him like a broken toy as Livewire's screens flickered to life around them.

Every monitor, every TV, and every phone screen in Metropolis displayed the same image: Lex Luthor holding a wounded and weakening Superman. The message was clear…the Man of Steel had fallen, and Lex was the one who had brought him down.

Livewire's voice echoed through the screens, her tone dripping aggressive excitement as she helped cripple the symbol of hope. "Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, welcome to the closing act! Presenting the freak who’s got you all tied up in his perfect lie.”

Walking up to the dangling Superman her eyes glow with energy as her dainty fingers reaches out to grab the heavy testicles she couldn’t keep her eyes off of. Her staticky hand wrapped around his heavy right nut as his flaccid cock pressed against the back of her wrist. Soft but trapped behind a ridiculous costume no different from her own. It disgusted her on how huge everything was in between his legs. The arousal she felt sparking against her lightning hot clit told her how much she’d kill for one ride on that super dick but…duty calls.

“Ohhh…p-please stoOOOP!” Superman’s weak voice was barely understandable until the mad woman pushed her thumb into the massive nut and gave it a deadly zap.

She wanted to make it impossible for him to ever have children in the future.

“PLEASEAGHHHH!!”

“Hold on! I’m not done frying your talentless testicles to goop yet.” Livewire’s focus increased as she used her other hand to grip the other super nut which sent Clark Kent, the most powerful alien on earth, into a frantic state.

“OH GODS! MY BALLS!” Superman’s usual strong voice echoed with a high pitch squeal in it, making all the civilians cringe and stare wide eyed at their screens. They’ve never seen Superman take such a beating. “LET GOOO!!!”

The screens flickered with static, and then a new image appeared: Lex's face, his eyes gleaming with victory as his greatest enemy squirmed in humiliating agony. Talking directly into one or the jumbo screens with his face on it Lex hold’s Superman still for Livewire to have her shot at his crumbling nuts.

"It's time to take my rightful place as the ruler of Metropolis," he declared. "And with Superman out of the way, nothing can stop me. Does any other hero have the balls to try?”

“Yeah…I do.” A familiar voice boomed through the air as the sky grew darker and the clouds thickened with an ominous energy. A loud shout echoed throughout the air, "SHAZAM!" The word hung in the atmosphere, a harbinger of power and justice.

As the shout faded, a bolt of lightning illuminated the dark clouds, casting an electric glow over the scene. Rain began to trickle down, pattering against the pavement and rooftops. Captain Marvel, the World's Mightiest Mortal, emerged from the stormy sky. His iconic costume gleamed with a subtle golden aura, as if infused with the power of the gods. His white shoulder cape fluttered behind him, billowing in the wind like a banner of hope. Rain trickled down his strong jawline, and his lightning bolt emblem seemed to pulse with energy.

“Oh goody, big blue’s replacement.” Lex cheekily rolls his eyes at the captain.

Billy’s piercing eyes sparked with energy as he hovered above Lex Luthor and Livewire, his presence commanding attention. The air seemed to vibrate with anticipation, as if the very fabric of reality was poised on the brink of a great reckoning.

Lex, still holding Superman's cape, laughed up at Captain Marvel. "How’d that Jackson song go again? Another hero bites the dust." he taunts as he wagged Superman who was still too busy trying to dislodge Livewire’s horrifying grip around his tightening scrotum.

Funny enough, Livewire actually seemed more cautious now as her eyes darted between Captain Marvel and Superman’s balls in her palms. Ugh another spoiled punk. His energy…I can tell it’s messing with mine but he’s just like weak-man over here in my hands. I can get one good zap on his balls too and get my shot to show these men who’s boss.

“C-C-Captain…f-fly away before it too LATEEE…!” Superman tries to warn the younger hero but is forced to scream as his now kryptonite-weakened testicles began to deform in the shocking woman’s nut strangling hands.

“Shut your trap! I’m barely squeezing your balls of steel. But if you want me do it harder then that’s what I’ll give you!” Doubling down on squeezing the organs against each other with a wicked look in her eyes, the living energy woman felt her hot supercharged pussy throbbed as the strongest hero ever was about to become nutless thanks to her powers.

“Time to cancel these balls while we’re still live-streaming baby!” Livewire’s Villian smirk stretches as she begins to take all the nearby electrical devices energy to fuel her up for one big ultimate ballbreaking shock. But being a psycho who needs a higher charge to hit the climax she’s buzzing for, she leans in close to Superman’s burning red ear to whisper something he’ll remember for the rest of his life.

“I hope your girlfriend Ms. Lane isn’t too upset when your dick doesn’t work anymore.” Her whispering Voice sounded like a pay phone operator with white noise in the background. A nightmare he can’t escape. A world where he is no longer the one in control. “By the way, I’m not breaking your balls because I think it’s the only way to beat you. No no…I’m going to break them because you turned me into the best blue version of myself. The one who’s free to do anything…including ruining your super nuts. Just because I fucking can.”

Blue eyes filling with tears, Superman goes out to cry for help when Captain Marvel, in a flash of stylish slow motion, golden lightning appears beside livewire and slams his elbow into her left boob, inverting her blue nipple with a painful jab that sends the worst kind of electrical shock to her brain. She didn’t even realize she let go of Superman’s doomed balls as Billy’s muscular knee comes flying in and smashes between her legs to hit her shocking clit.

“FFFFUUUUCKKK!” Livewire’s screech bursts lights and TV’s as her horrified face of unbearable pain was scattered across the city as she lost control of everyone’s devices. The blue sparks of her energy faded and her spiky hair sizzled as the rain tried to drench her. Instead it only made her more pissed as she drops to her knees in front of the chosen one. Forced to stare at his cocky stance, his loose pants allowing his large dick to sit perfectly on his thigh. But his glowing form intimidating her to reconsider her entire life…but it didn’t get rid of the pain.

“MY PUSSY! YOU BITCH!” She screeches harder, sending a cold chill up Lex Luthor’s spine as he watched Captain marvel go beyond what he expected for the red hero.

Good help is impossible to find these days. Lex shakes his head and focuses on the real prize. Still holding Superman by the cape Lex was reminded of his main goal. With the high tech gun still in his other hand Lex didn’t want to waste a chance to finish Superman once and for all. “Now you die alien!”

Superman’s tears filled eyes opened up more to see Lex’s crazy eyes as he pointed the barrel of his weapon at his face. Is this how I go out? Shot with a stupid ray gun…

As Lex pulls the trigger, Captain Marvel's lightning-fast reflexes allow him to react in the nick of time. With his massive, Hercules-like hand, he covers the entire gun, engulfing it in a yellow electrical aura. The gun's report is muffled as Captain’s hand closes around it, and with a swift, crushing motion, he annihilates the weapon with a loud CRUNCH

The gun explodes in a shower of sparks, but Captain Marvel's grip remains unyielding, his strength and magic absorbing the impact.

As the gun disintegrates, Captain Marvel swiftly catches Superman, gently cradling him in his arms and flying across the street to water tank, leaning him underneath the cover to avoid the rain. Superman's weakened form goes limp, his body exhausted from the kryptonite's effects.

“Don’t w-worry sir…I got this.” Captain nodded, trying to give his personal hero some hope too. But deep down Billy’s pained thoughts told a different story.

*yeah, I got this…if I manage not to hurl. My balls are still hurting. I think that lightning girl’s outburst got my left one when I threw that knee…ugh why did I have to move so fast.”

Captain Marvel, on the outside, stands resolute with his stone-cold face a testament to his unwavering determination. However, a faint sheen of sweat glistens on his brow, and his eyes betray a hint of pain that Lex did notice as the boy playing god wiped his brow.

The aftermath of Billy’s previous failed to impress Super Girl attempt #26 has now taken its toll with his heavy cum tanks still throbbing from her concrete crushing punch. For month’s he’s tried to talk to her and it’s always been interrupted by city level disasters. So of course he wasn’t shocked that it happened yet again…except he wasn’t expecting to save the day with bruised nuts.

Despite his own discomfort, Captain Marvel remains steadfast, his priority Superman's safety above all else. With a gentle rise the lightning bolt on captain’s chest glows yellow as he powers through the deep ache radiating up his testicular chords and into his chiseled six pack. Under his breath he reminded himself, “You’re the wizards champion Billy…ball pain can’t stop you.”

Lex Luthor's face twists in anger as he realizes his kryptonite weapon is destroyed but he calms himself and uses his brain, like any other good futurist.

No matter. Big blue won’t be getting up from that bitch’s twisted torture. eyeballing Livewire clench her eyes tightly to try to stop crying, Lex smirked at his tag along’s crippling realization about her own sensitive spot.

Is she really surprised that hurt her? As if men were the only ones with a weakness between their legs. the thoughts filled his large head, making him wonder if Captain’s impressive speed but immediate slow movements had anything to do with his own dangling red pair. Quickly activating another piece of his robotic battle suit he’s equipped with sharp knuckles that pop from his armored hands and missiles on his shoulder. "You may have won this small victory, Captain Marvel," Lex sneers, "but my super suit will finish the job! Starting with you.”

Captain Marvel dodges the initial two missile attacks with ease. However, as the assault continues, his movements slow even more as his swinging nuts slap against his thighs whenever he runs and comes to a full stop, his energy waning with each flip and splat. Despite this, he manages to take out the missiles with precise energy bolts from his fingertips and a super clap creating shockwaves that destroy the flying projectiles.

But as the battle rages on, Captain Marvel's dodging becomes slower and more labored. Lex’s scanner blink red as it finds an opening as Captain leaps into the air to do the splits, narrowly avoiding a missile with Lex’s company logo burned on the side of it. The pointed tip barely grazes his magical costume as it misses his precious orbs.

“Try stopping this!” launching a particularly fast missile directly at Superman's unconscious form, Captain Marvel’s body vibrates as he uses the speed of mercury to react like the flash, using his pointing finger and thumb as a gun as his energy bolt intercepting the missile mere inches from Superman's body.

“Ha! B-Bullseye!” Inside the magical form, Billy Batson, an 18 year old with a video game rotten brain, imagined experience points leveling him up as he lands with a mighty thud, wincing as his spread legs jostles his nuts that loved to remind him how much they still ached.

Ugh! Just ignore it…you’re winning. Billy reminded himself, keeping his perfect smile so that any of the civilians still watching and in need of reassurance would marveled from their windows and devices. You’re not a boy anymore. You’re a man! So sack up and win this thing.

But despite the pep talk, Lex is relentless and brutal. Using his robotic suit to close the distance between himself and the Captain, With a vicious punch, Lex strikes the hero in the stomach with his sharp brass knuckles, the blow landing with a loud clump. Captain Marvel grunts in pain, his eyes widening as he struggles to maintain his footing as the nausea doubles.

Oh crap...

Lex Luthor's robotic suit amplifies his strength that matches Superman, allowing him to grab Captain Marvel's shoulder cape and slam him to the ground, back first, with incredible force. The impact creates visible cracks in the ground, and Captain Marvel's body bounces upon hitting the hard surface.

“You’re no Superman kid. This city…its people, They’re tired of you and your band of Halloween freaks always bringing in trouble.” Walking slowly towards captain marvel’s rolling body Lex kicks an abandoned taxi cab to watch it tip over a car and land near Superman’s sprawled body. Not hitting him but putting him in enough danger to make the Captain slip up.

“No!” Captain couldn’t keep his shaking arms from buckling as he tries to get back up after his head slams against a bed of destroyed bricks. He’s too dizzy to concentrate as Superman’s sickly face looks at him with a hand reaching out.

“Yes actually. And don’t worry. When I’m done with you, you can wait around in hell for your favorite person to be there shortly. One good stomp to that bulletproof skull should do the trick, don’t you think?” Raising a foot Lex Luthor stomps on Captain marvel’s back, crunching him like a bug in the sand, creating a large foot sized crater as he ignited the thrusters to get a leap into the air just to land dramatically.

Trying to warn Superman points behind Billy but it’s too late when Lex roughly grabs both of Captains outstretched legs, lifts him into the air, and slams him down again but harder!

The repeated impact sends shockwaves through the ground, causing it to shake and tremble. The sound of the shaking slams echoes through the air, a testament to Luthor’s unyielding ferocity.

Captain Marvel's body lies there, his movements momentarily halted by the brutal attack. His eyes narrow, gritting his teeth as he struggles to find the strength to rise once more. The ground around him is scarred, a testament to the sheer force of Lex's assault. Despite the pain, Captain Marvel's determination remains unwavering, his unshakeable resolve fueling his quest to protect Superman and stop Lex's evil plans.

“Cough if you’re still alive.” Lex demands, feeling the thrill of being the winner. Getting everything he’s ever asked for and wanted. His goal so close he’ll do anything to prove he’s deserving of power.

As Captain Marvel lies on the ground, one of his eyes flickers open, his gaze narrowing as he coughs out a whisper, "You're just a bully, Lex..." His voice is weak but laced with a hint of accusation, as if he's seeing through Lex's facade.

Lex Luthor's response is a cold, mirthless laugh, his eyes heavy with untold darkness. He holds up a robotic foot, its metal surface charging up with energy. "…and your balls are about to become the gum on my shoe you fake god…Goodbye Captain Marvel," Lex sneers, "You won’t be missed."

To Be Continued…

"I'll call Anne", Claire said while taking a step forward. Without consideration, she stepped directly onto Marcus's balls. He screamed, but Claire didn't care. She decided to just keep standing on his nuts with the sole of her boots, looked at him one more time with eyes of hatred, and then called Anne. But she didn't move. The feeling of the flat and hard sole pressing down his balls made Marcus feel nothing but agony while Claire was talking to Anne on her phone.

"Yeah, come down here. This little bastard was puttin' his nose deep into your shoes. Your Adidas. If you want to teach him a lesson, put on some hard shoes and maybe bring your riding crop. Love you babe." Claire put her phone away and looked at Marcus.

"Should I put my boot off your genitals?", she asked.

"Ye...Yes please.", Marcus mumbled.

"Yes WHAT?" Claire pressed down her riding boot with more force, making Marcus squeal.

"Yes...madame...please..."

"Good boy. I think you're right, I should do that. Because I am sure Sara and Victoria would also like to have some fun until Anne's here, right girls?"

"Damn right, Claire!", Victoria said and approached Marcus. He froze. For a second he'd thought he would at least be given a short break until the arrival of Anne, but no.

Claire stepped back, finally releasing Marcus's swollen testicles. They were blue already.

Victoria looked at Marcus's face, then at his balls. "Truly a damn shame to kick such big nuts. But imagine how good it would feel to turn them to paste under the heel of riding boots...they would explode like a snail!", she laughed. Then, she drew back her right leg and swung it into Marcus's nuts. The Stuart Weitzman boots hit the balls brutally with the tip of the boots, sending a shockwave of pain through Marcus.

"He's screaming like a little baby!", Sara laughed. "Come on Victoria, show him who's the boss!"

Victoria bent over and pulled Marcus off the ground. "Spread your legs NOW!", she demanded. Marcus did what she said, tears rolling down his face. Victoria took a step back, drew back her right leg again and then slammed her boot into Marcus's groin. Suddenly, the air was filled with the slapping sound of leather hitting naked skin and the screams of Marcus. He wanted to collapse, but Victoria was faster. She grabbed his arms and ensured he wouldn't fall over.

"I am not done with you yet, scumbag!".

BLAM

Without showing any signs of empathy, Victoria hammered her right knee into Marcus's ballsack. But not just once, not twice, but thrice. Each of Marcus's screams were cut short as each blow to his balls took his breat away and created a new and fresh scream that tried to escape his throat.

Then suddenly, Victoria let go off him, took a step back and kicked her black overknee into his balls, sending him to the ground. Marcus was lying there, crying and groaning.

"Alright Sara, now it's your turn", Victoria said before going over to the other girls and hugging her. "Show this sack of shit what you've got."

"With stride", Sara replied. Marcus's vision was blurry, but he heard the flat heel of Sara's riding boots clicking on the floor and coming closer.

"Look at me. I said LOOK AT ME!", Sara commanded.

Marcus did his best to focus his eyes on the college girl.

"Good. Now kiss my boots", Sara ordered and held her boot over Marcus's head. He shuddered once he saw the dirt and crushed instects on her sole. Reluctantly, he raised his head a bit and kissed the sole. It was disgusting.

"You're a good boy", Sara said and stepped between his legs. "Your prize for kissing my feet is...getting one kick less!" This made both Victoria and Claire burst into laughter. But Marcus couldn't laugh. He was still sobbing and breathing heavily. "Brace yourself!"

Sara raised her leg and held it up in the air above Marcus' balls for a second. Then, she let her booted foot come down full force. The flat heel hammered Marcus's balls against the ground and squished them so hard that he emitted a sharp, painful scream that echoed through the area. Sara's flat heel was brutally hard and did some serious damage to Marcus's ball - they were completely blue by now, with certain areas being violet. Foam was gathering around Marcus's mouth as he was crying, screaming and groaning all at once. Unbelievably pain flooded his body.

"Hey brave man, we're not done yet!", Sara said with a laugh. She didn't take her foot off his balls however, her riding boot still rested on the balls that had endured a great amount of hardship. Sara increased the pressure, the flat heel pressed Marcus's nuts against the ground even harder now. His dick had gotten rock hard in the process of all the kicks and jiggled around as Sara increased pressure.

"Awww look at this", Claire laughed, "his little friend likes you, Sara!"

"Yeah, it looks like it. Or maybe he just likes our boots...he's a pervert, remember?", Sara replied.

"Then I guess he likes you boots the best", Claire laughed before adding "or what do you think, Marcus? Which ones of us has the best-looking boots?"

"I...I...don't..."Marcus stumbled, unable to form a coherent sentence.

"Tell me now, you idiot! Or else I'll turn your balls to mush, and believe me, my riding boots are perfect for exactly that! This is not the first pair of nuts that I have kicked in these MK boots, so better tell me!", Claire commanded.

"I...I like...your boots...the best...Claire..."

"Awww how cute", Claire laughed. Then she knelt down next to him. "Should I castrate you with these boots then? It would be a great pleasure for me!". Lust and excitement filled Claire's eyes.

"No, please...please spare my nuts...I wanna have...children...at some point..."

"Hmm that's a damn shame. I think you'd be such a shit father. Any other reasons as to why I shouldn't turn these little fellas to mush under my riding boots? Cause you sure as hell would deserve that!"

Marcus looked at her with wet eyes, his vision blurry. There was only one thought in his head at that moment: that his mandhood might be taken from him this day.

"No", he said, "I beg you, Claire...don't do it...I have a girlfriend and...and..." The rest of the sentence never came out of his mind. He didn't know how to finish.

"You want to fuck her, right?", Claire said with a smirk. "Poor girl. I'm really sorry for her. First, because she has such a loser as her boyfriend, second because she'll maybe never see these balls again." Claire took a few steps back, laughed and then put an evil smirk on her face. "But I mean, if I tell her what you did with Anne's shoes maybe she'll castrate you anyways, right girls?"

Sara walked up to her and layed her arm around Claire's neck, nodding in agreement. "Sure as hell!"

"If I was your girlfriend, I'd take your balls of instantly", Victoria laughed before adding another comment. "But even if I am not, I can still bust your balls."

With that, she swung her elegant right overknee boot into Marcus' groin, sending another shockwave through his body. He screamed, and his vision went completely blurry. Marcus almost lost consciousness, but then he heard something.

Click, clack.

Steps.

They were coming down the set of stairs. Help was on the way, Marcus thought. He gathered his remaining strenght, lifted his head a tiny bit and looked directly into the eyes of a girl.

Anne had arrived.

To be continued

Sorry in advance this post may be quite long.

I am including two stories as I feel the first inspired my confidence for the second. Hope you enjoy Part 1 as it was really fun, Part 2 is definitely a lesson learned the hard way. I absolutely acknowledge my recklessness in Part 2.

Part 1:

About a month and a half ago I decided to see a professional dominatrix for a session. To preface, this was not my first time, as I had seen one years earlier. With the first domme, let’s call her GH, I had expressed interest to try ballbusting. While I enjoyed the session overall (I have several other kinks, won’t go into details here) the ballbusting was challenging. Particularly because since it was my first time ever really trying this fetish the pain was much more intense than I anticipated. I naively did not express to her just how painful it was. This led her to perhaps push me a little too hard. I do not blame the GH for this whatsoever, I should have communicated much better.

Onto the story, learning from my first experience I was much more careful this second time with the new dominatrix. It was the best experience I have had with this fetish and despite the pain, I loved every second.

In our initial communication I expressed that my pain tolerance was not very high when it came to ballbusting. I told her I would like to push myself. She reassured me she will work with me on it. Based on her website and the reviews she seemed very skilled at doing this.

To paint a picture she was about 5’5, middle eastern, with fair skin, long dark hair, and big brown eyes. She was wearing a leather skirt which hugged her small waist and round voluptuous hips and great ass. She was easily one of the most beautiful women I have ever laid eyes on. I was visibly nervous when I arrived but she calmed me down and talked to me further about my interests and limits.

To begin the session she had me strip naked and kneel in front of her as she sat on a couch in front of me to explained the rules. When she finished she began to tease me with her shoe before giving me some light taps with her foot. These were very minor and I became aroused at the prospect of more. She then made me stand. Walking around inspecting me and talking to me about how she loved hurting balls. The sadistic smile on her face and look in her eyes was indescribable. I knew in that moment it would be a privilege to suffer for her. She proceeded to give me a couple of slaps. These hurt but I was falling into subspace and took them. She then tried a kick I took this as well and remained standing the entire time with my hands behind my back.

Pleased with this she took me to another room to really begin the session. She sat on a bench in front of me quite high up. She allowed me to worship her feet and while I was doing so she got down and tied a rope around my balls as a leash. I don’t want to stray off topic but foot fetish is my biggest kink. In our preliminary sessions I had floated the scenario of being rewarded with foot worship if I was able to take pain. She began gagging me with her foot and had me lay on my back so I was under the bench with my exposed tied balls sticking out. She continued to shove her foot down my throat but then used a crop to smack my exposed balls. This hurt quite but I was in ecstasy. She continued to smack each ball individually while I yelled a muffled “thank you mistress” though each hit with her foot down my throat. She continued smacking each ball separately and pulling on the rope. I hadn’t even noticed but with each strike her foot pushed even further down my throat. Every few strikes she would tease my cock head with the crop and spit down on my face. As the strikes got harder so did the pain. My gagged thank yous became louder with each hit. She pushed my limit expertly before finally untying my balls and giving one hard strike which hurt a lot less in comparison.

She then gave a short break by continuing with other activities. When she resumed the ball busting she did so by restraining my wrists to my legs and having me lie on the floor on my back with my legs spread. She teased me with her ass and feet before kicking me at about medium strength. I was in pain but wanted to suffer for her and took several kicks. The smile on her face as she delivered each kick was unmatched. I thanked her profusely for each one and did not dare close my legs for fear of ruining her clear pleasure.

Finally she put the final touches on the session. She had me stand in the same restraints. She explained to me how my suffering amused her so far but even the smallest things can be oh so painful. Initially, I was perplexed by this statement. She then grabbed my sore balls between her hands. Her soft hands felt incredible. She then squeezed very slightly on my balls with one hand and began flicking each ball individually with the other. I quickly hunched over in pain and was surprised at just how bad a simple flick could be. She continued giving a a few consecutive flicks and asking me if I got the message now. She talked casually during the onslaught. I thanked her for each flick until I almost had tears in my eyes and begged softly “please mistress”. She knew I was at my limit. With my balls still in her left hand she asked cheekily with that beautiful sadistic smile “please what? Are you asking me for more”. I paused, but looking in her eyes and pushing myself to suffer further for her, said softly “yes mistress”. Grinning even wider now she gave me a few more flicks before finally relenting. She had broken me in the best way possible. I could tell she knew this as well. I was grateful for it all.

The session ended there and this is where my ego got inflated for Part 2. During the aftercare as we talked through the session, and how I liked it, she said she was very impressed. She said while she was not going full force, for someone as concerned as I was she gave my balls a good punishment and I took it all. As I said this was the best session I have ever had.

Part 2:

Following the aftercare discussion I was pleased with myself for taking so much during my session. This will be my downfall as you will see soon enough.

A week back I went to a strip club with some friends. The place was massive and the private booths were indeed private with almost full doors.

We had been drinking heavily through out the night and at one point I decided to get a private dance from a stripper. She was a gorgeous, petite brunette with a slender build? When we got in the booth I told her how I was into dominant women. She asked me what kind of stuff I did and I told her how I liked to be ballbusted. She seemed very interested in this. I asked her if she would bust me and she was quite excited at the prospect.

She leaned me up against the wall and gave me a firm knee to the balls. While it was painful, it wasn’t as painful as I expected. This was likely due to the alcohol but in my drunken state, and with the inflated ego from the session in part 1 I just assumed my limit was higher now. I told her to continue and she gave me a few more knees each nailing me head on but again I did not feel any excruciating pain they were only slightly painful.

Finally, I told her she can go full force as hard as she can. She gave me two very hard knees. I felt these a lot more and thanked her but asked her to stop.

Here is where I learned my lesson. When I got home that night, I noticed my balls were about three times the size. The next morning, I was in a ton of pain. My balls were very swollen still and dark purple with bruising all over. Even the bottom of my shaft was bruised. It was excruciating.

I ended up seeing a doctor and while I was told they don’t think there is any serious permanent damage I should still go for a scan to confirm. I am still awaiting this scan. It has been over a week and the swelling has gone down significantly but I still have some bruising and it is still painful.

Conclusion:

Moral of the story is I will never overestimate my limits again. Also I will never engage in this activity when under the influence. Safety is not something to be played with and I learned that the hard way.

Hope you enjoyed my story and maybe take some lessons from my experience.

Check out part 1 to know what's happening. I forgot to mention in the last post, all characters are 18+ (I implied by "college" but worth stating for the record) and consenting. Thanks for all who commented on the last post, still looking for feedback so lmk what you think of part 2. I'm planning three more parts after this one.

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The next day, I was early to class. I walked in and she was already sitting in her usual seat. I sat down in my usual seat.

“How did you know?” I asked. 

“I didn’t. It was a guess.” She didn’t even look up from her phone. Today she was wearing another sweater. This one was tight and I could see the outline of her bra again. I stared. No point in hiding it now. 

“You always sit next to me, so I knew you liked me. But you never say anything so I figured you’re a passive guy. I wanted someone to do my homework for me, so I asked. If you had said no, I’m hot enough that you wouldn’t have been that mad about it.”

“Wait but I…”

She cut me off, “Listen, you’re a loser and I can say whatever I want to losers. All the losers I’ve ever met either want basically the same things, so I took a guess.”

This time after class, she again led me to the graduate library and the bathroom on the fifth floor. Again she told me to strip and get on my knees. Again she blindfolded me and stuffed my underwear into my mouth. This time I held my dick without her even asking. 

This time she waited. I have no idea how long but she waited and waited and waited and waited and waited. Then I felt the cold plastic edge of her converse against my balls and flinched wildly.  It was a fake, she had simply placed her foot on my balls. 

She laughed out loud. “You’re so pathetic!” And right after she said “pathetic” was when she kicked me. It hurt just as bad as the day before. 

Again, she said “Enjoy loser!” On her way out. This time I just lay on the ground in the bathroom for a few minutes. I didn’t care if anyone found me. The pain was so sweet and I realized I loved every second of it. 

No one came in and eventually I got up, put my clothes back on and shuffled home. 

The rest of the week continued like that. She gave me a wonderful kick in the balls every day after class. She loved to tease me like she did the second day. Once she told me to bend over, put my face on the ground and my hands behind my back. I did immediately. She put her foot on my face and ground it into the hard tile. Not too hard, but enough to hurt a little. Then she kicked me in the balls from behind and the pain reached a whole new level. I had known that from behind hurts more, but I never could’ve imagined. That time, I stayed on the ground for a long time. 

On Friday night I emailed her the paper I had written for her. Papers were due every Friday at midnight. We didn’t have class over the weekend so I wouldn’t get any kicks until Monday. I had gone far above and beyond on her paper and I knew it would get an A. Saturday my balls were still sore from being kicked all week, but Sunday I jerked off three times thinking about touching her boobs when the papers were handed back. 

Monday morning came and Professor Smith handed back our papers. Mine got an A, and it wasn’t half as good as the one I had written for her. I looked over at her and she showed it to me. In red ink at the top, it said, “100% -15% Late Turn In.”

I couldn’t believe it. I looked at her, shocked. She smiled at me.

“Yeah sorry I forgot to turn it in until Saturday afternoon. Whoops.” She leaned in and whispered “No boobs for you but you do get a sixth kick this week.” Then smiled at me and looked back at the Professor.

I was so frustrated with her, but nonetheless my dick was rock hard and dripping precum the entire class. I had to admit I loved that she had played me like that. 

When class was over, she said, “Follow me, we’re going somewhere different this week.”

This time she led me past the Graduate library and across campus to the undergraduate library. This made me nervous, the undergraduate library was far busier. Again, she never looked back to see if I was following. We walked in the door and up the stairs to the seventh floor. There were a few people around but we went far back into the stacks. She led me to the feminist writers section. 

“Stand here,” she said, and started looking through the shelves. “I assume you don’t want anyone to see what’s about to happen, so we’ll make it quick.” She pulled a book off the shelf. 

“Put this in your mouth,” she said, and handed it to me. “Now! While no one’s around.”

I quickly did and no sooner had my mouth shut on the dusty old feminist book than she wound up and kicked me in the balls. It took me totally by surprise. I moaned into the book and my legs started to buckle. She stepped forward and caught me, then half carried me to a chair and dropped me into it. The book was still in my mouth

“Write my paper on this book this week. From now on all of the papers you’re going to write for me are going to be about empowering women. Professor Smith will like that. I’ll make sure you know which books to read. Check that out when you leave.” She winked at me and then turned around and left. 

Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday, she kicked me just like that, with a feminist book in my mouth. 

Thursday night, she texted me, “Bring all four books tomorrow.”

Friday she led me back to the graduate library bathroom and into the stall this time. 

“Take all your clothes off and kneel in front of the toilet. Hold your balls in your hand and put them on the seat."

I did what she said. My balls recoiled a little when they touched the cold toilet seat. She put my underwear in my mouth and stood over me. She was wearing really baggy sweatpants but her pussy was right in front of my face. I wanted so badly to lean forward just to have her pussy touch me. She must have known because she reached down, grabbed my hair and pulled my head up so I was looking at her face. 

“We’re doing this because sometimes I’ll be skipping class and I don’t really wanna have to be here in person to kick your loser nuts every day. So when I’m not there you’re going to come here and do this.” 

She walked around to stand next to me, still holding my head up by my hair. She lifted the toilet seat. She didn’t just let the seats drop onto my balls, but she pushed them hard on their way down. The seat crunched onto my balls and the agony was instantaneous. I would have been immediately curled up on the ground but she held my hair. 

“Don’t fucking move.” She said into my ear. She let go and it took all of my strength to stay where I was, my balls still under the toilet seat. I heard her opening my bag. 

She came back holding the four books. “Your sixth kick this week is going to be delivered by the feminists. You will stay there until I tell you that you can be done.”

Then she held each book up high and dropped it onto the toilet seat. Each impact bringing a fresh new wave of pain. Then after the last one, she lifted her fist up above her head, said “And one for the road” and punched down on the toilet seat as hard as she could. I wailed into my underwear gag, pain filling my whole mind and body. 

“Now you can move,” she said. I immediately fell back and grabbed my balls.

“It’s 4:00 exactly. You have 30 minutes to email my paper to me, or I turn it in late again.” She said, and left. 

At first, the pain was far too much to comprehend what she had said. After a few minutes though, it started to dawn on me. My dorm was almost a twenty minute walk away, when my testicles were NOT in pain. I had to hurry. 

I got up, put my clothes on as fast as I could and rushed out the door. It was 4:06.

I moved as fast as I could. Each step sent a new shockwave of pain through my battered balls. I ground my teeth and kept going. I wanted to hold those boobs so badly. I still had never seen her ass, never seen her pussy or even her shoulders. She wore thick, extra long or extra baggy clothes every day, but I knew her body must be heavenly. I was going to hold those boobs if it killed me. 

By the time I got back, the pain was going away. I walked faster and faster and even sorta ran the last few hundred feet. I hurried up the stairs, down the hall and into my room. 

I opened up my computer, frantically opened my email, pulled up the attachment and pressed send. 

The time read 4:32. 

Not even 30 seconds later, she responded “Not quick enough silly boy. Your balls better be ready to go on Monday.”

All characters 18+, consenting and enjoying themselves, this is all part of a scene/play setting. Since it’s the month of Halloween I thought I’d write a more graphic scene. As such please be warned this part may not be for all audiences.

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Four days.

Four days had passed since Amanda and her unnamed black friend had sodomised him. Four days since his asshole’s virginity was stolen and all of his pretty holes were defiled for Amanda’s sexual gratification. As Simon ate his bowl of cereal he could still taste phantom mouthfuls of the warm thick, near chunky cum. It smelt awful and tasted even worse, Simon suspicious the man purposely made his loads taste foul, how he did so, Simon couldn’t say.

Gagging now, he pushed his bowl of cereal away across the countertop. Simon had to readjust often on the chair, his anus still sore and not quite back to normal. His lips and mouth felt tender and bruised, puffy almost. Each time he blinked he saw flashes of his previous play times; Amanda’s degradation and Carly’s ball beating savagery.

Mentally, Simon was beyond aroused, sexually stimulated further than he had ever thought possible, yet his body showed little signs of his mental pleasure. His loose and creased boxer shorts showed no sign of a bulge on account of his trapped cock, his slimy semen filled cage stick and gross. His balls had recovered and returned to their normal size although the colour was still unnatural, the purplish welts slightly raised and extremely tender even now.

Shaking his head to remove the lingering semen soaked thoughts, Simon reached out for his soggy cereal and began eating once more, trying harder to focus on the masturbation images of Amanda in his mind or the smile of Carly as she wailed on his pathetic balls. Despite his best efforts as he brought a spoonful to his mouth, the images were bookended with visages of his humiliation, his manhood destroyed and never to be recovered.

He knew he was a slave now, unable to turn back the clock to his former life but with each passing mouthful Simon gulped down both cereal and worry; how much farther would they push his limits…how far would they go?

Leaning hard into the bench he heard the soft pitter-patter of Carly’s feet coming down the stairs and entering the kitchen. She walked over to the cupboard and reached up high, her short pyjama top exposing her tight stomach and deep v-cuts. Carly was as athletic as they come, Simon watched her silently as she awkwardly reached for a box of cereal just out of reach, her booty popping and jiggling as she bounced on her heels to reach it.

“Little help?” Carly called, Simon got up from his chair and walked over, reaching high with both hands to steadily secure the box.

As he did so, Carly rapped a quick backhand into his exposed ballsack, the boxers barely protecting them. The thud was loud and visceral. His sore, welt covered nuts couldn’t handle even a firm gust of breeze in their current state let alone a hard smack from Goddess Carly.

Unable to endure the pain Simon fumbled to the floor bringing the cereal down atop him, the inside bag spilling chocolate pieces all across his sprawled out body and the tiled floor. Clutching his nuts and with squinted eyes he tried to push the pain away but he was too weak; both mentally and physically to fight it.

He felt Carly sit on his upper chest, her cunt separated from him by a thin piece of expensive pink fabric. Panting and feeling his dick firming in his cage, ready to explode, he blinked his wet eyes open to see Carly studying him.

“Jackie‘s not gonna like that.” Carly said sourly

“Like what?” Simon asked puzzled, his balls aching, his panting breaths lifting Carly up and down as his chest rose.

“You — being unable to take a small hit like that. She plays very rough. Very, very rough. I think you should ask to reschedule.” Carly said, a steady, almost motherly tone in her voice.

“No way.” Simon said defiantly, his ego getting the better of him.

Momentarily forgetting his place as the submissive and slave to Goddess Carly he pushed her off of himself and raised up, standing over her for the first time, she looked good beneath him.

Smirking Carly stood up from the dirty, cereal covered floor also, staring up at Simon as she continued to speak; “I am trying to do you a favour. Just ask to be Amanda’s slave for the next week or so until you’re healed. You’ll thank me.”

“I have proved to both you and Goddess Amanda that I am willing. I am accepting. I only have to prove to Goddess Jackie that I can serve her, and then I’ll…” Simon said trailing off.

“You’ll what?” Carly prodded.

“I’ll be let out.” Simon answered, feeling satisfied with his candor.

Carly laughed, backing up and covering her mouth with glee. Practically kicking her feet in delight, her face growing redder and redder with each passing second she spat out;

“Is that what you think is at the end of this? Being released and given a nice long wank?”

“Maybe, if I’m a good boy.” Simon replied coyly, embarrassed at how the phrase made him feel. Calling himself good boy like a dog, like the dog he was.

“Simon—“ Carly began solemnly, “you may be my ballboxing partner, Amanda’s little clitty bitch but you’re about to be Jackie’s plaything…I hope you understand how serious she takes her play.”

“I do.” Simon said fully sure of himself, his hubris filled words stinging into Carly’s skin.

Seeing his phone light up on the breakfast bar he walked over to it, slightly limping, the nut shot not fully worn off. Picking it up the text was from Jackie with the all too familiar text;

“Time to play.”

Ironically, Carly offered to drive Simon to Jackie’s house. It was on the outskirts of town, a rather large block of land and a very small house. It looked more like a shack, the land surrounding it very woodland and not maintained by the local council. It felt odd out here, almost spooky…eerie. It wasn’t the emptiness or the isolation from others that made Simon’s skin crawl it was the complete and utter lack of noise; the silence so different from that of in town. The soundless expanse perked his ears up even more as he stepped out of Carly’s car, the motor still running.

“So…” Simon began, looking around the empty property before looking back down into the jostling car toward Carly; “any tips?”

“Yeah.” She began, shirting gears into drive. As she began to pull away and turn around the dirt road Simon heard her call

“Just remember it won’t last forever.”

Unsure if he heard her right Simon scratched his head and looked around, the sun blaring overhead. With no other houses in sight he made his way down the dirt road, kicking up stones and pebbles as he went toward the dilapidated looking house. Stepping up onto the porch he grabbed the rickety fly screen door and threw it open, knocking on the thicker door within.

Momentarily the door opened to reveal Jackie, a cigar hanging out of her mouth, her blonde hair up in a ponytail and her blue eyes staring deeply into his from beyond her thick glasses. Jackie had initially ignited his kink journey, her introduction so painful yet pleasurable. The way she squeezed and sucked him was something he had never experienced and would likely never have again with another. Jackie was a once in a lifetime type of girl, Simon thought as she stepped out onto the porch.

Dressed in big cowgirl boots, dirty blue jeans and a tight white top, Jackie took her cigar out of her mouth and blew it in Simon’s direction;

“Morning Darling.” She said.

“Good morning Goddess.”

Wrapping her hand around his shoulders, Simon tensed and shuddered almost automatically. Giggling Jackie patted his back supportively as she led him off the porch and toward the backside of the house, where the trees grew thicker. As the pair walked on Simon looked from right to left; no livestock or neighbours. No back alleys or cars, only forest on all angles. As they stepped over the metaphorical barrier from the grassy lands to the forest interior, Simon could faintly make out an obscured structure hidden deep in the tree line.

Puffing on her cigar all the while Jackie said nothing, her demeanour closed off and focused, Simon, now shivering like a leaf tried to steady and calm himself as they crunched on dry leaves towards the now fully in view structure. A large room, a camouflaged box plopped in the middle of massive trees. The door on the front adorned with more than three different locks; no windows, no alternative entrance or exit.

“As you can see from my house I am not all that concerned with material or aesthetic possessions. My hobby is where most if not all my money goes to.” Jackie said stepping toward the door, lowering her face to the locks, taking a necklace laced with keys from inside her tight white top, her fat ass pushed out as she tended to the security measures; Simon horny and scared beyond words.

As the final lock clicked open, Jackie grabbed Simon’s arm firmly with one hand and swung the door open with the other, shoving him inside with a hard and forceful push. Slamming the door closed behind her, a single fluorescent light flickered weakly on above him, illuminating the room.

Shocked Simon gasped and fell backward toward the door, bumping into the body of Jackie. Hanging from the ceiling were all manner of tools and toys; dildos, callipers, spreaders, bumblers, pliers & hammers.

The walls had soundproofing lazily nailed in, red and black wallpaper alongside matching carpet adorned the room as at the back of the room a large tarp covered box sat silently. In front of it, a dirty, custom gynaecologist chair was bolted into the floor, fitted with leather wrist and ankle restraints with a metal neck harness too.

To the left of it, was a surgeon’s table, the stainless steel stained with unnamed fluids that Simon couldn’t bare to look at, the tools on the table rusty and scary. Physically shivering and shaking, Jackie placed a comforting hand on Simon’s shoulder as she walked him slowly over to the chair, guiding him into place. Wasting no time she locked in his wrists and ankles quickly and tightly as Simon chuckled out a sheepish suggestion;

“Before we uhh, start, maybe we discuss our safeword?”

“Oh honey.” Jackie said, reaching into her pocket, taking out a surgical mask and placing it over her cute red lips. As she adjusted her glasses and stepped closer, like a doctor observing her unconscious patient she said coldly; “We don’t have one.”

Simon rustled and jostled in the chair, but the shackles were too tight, the bolted down seat not moving no matter how hard he rocked. Jackie surveyed the tools on her table and above her head. Before grabbing down a pair of pliers, surgical scissors and a hammer. Simon shook in his share violently and screamed, before Jackie smacked him hard across the face. The impact knocking him silent.

She walked to the front of the chair and knelt down between his legs, using the surgical scissors she cut away the sweat covered pants and boxers to reveal Simon’s bruised balls and caged cock. Taking the heavy blue balls into her hand she surveyed their weight and mumbled quietly to herself, Simon practically sweating bullets with every passing second.

“To get my subs, my slaves into the correct mind frame for my work, I have a few ideas how we’ll get you there.” Jackie said, her smile unseen but she words sounded different as if she were smirking from ear to ear.

Quickly she grabbed the pliers with one hand, with the other she pushed one of Simon’s nuts into the middle of the tool; clamping down hard the metallic device pushed his nut near flat, the sensation of pure pain causing Simon to scream wildly, the bruising appeared to spread, as likely blood vessels popped in the skin as Jackie applied devilish pressure to his right nut, nearly crushing it in her vice grip.

Simon flailed and cried out, but she persisted the pain constant and sharp, unable to be escaped from physically or via disassociation. She slightly tweaked her hold, pushing the pliers down further on the bollock, leaving majority of it exposed. Holding it firm with one hand, her knuckles pale white as she gripped it. With her other hand she reached for the hammer and raised it above the caught testicle. Like a booby trapped pyramid the hammer hovered in fiendish patience above the nut.

Simon looked up at Jackie, tears streaming down his cheeks, the pain beyond what he thought he could handle. But he preserved; for her.

“This usually is the one way ticket to sub space.” Jackie said bringing down the hammer on the captured testicle with a dismissive flick of her wrist. Like a meteor smacking into the earth, or a tidal wave eviscerating the shore, the hammer came down forcefully and powerful, decimating Simon’s nut.

The pain nearly knocked him to unconsciousness, barely held and kept awake by Jackie lightly smacking his cheek. Screaming and wailing in Terror, the pain unimaginable, Simon could barely bring himself to look down, feeling the tremendous pain he was sure, absolutely certain it was mangled and ruptured; destroyed beyond repair. Jackie forced his head down, pulling his eyes open to look down.

To his utmost and elated surprise it was still intact, albeit beyond swollen, the nut now the size of a small orange. Panting and breathing heavy, his heart rate accelerating to dangerous levels he felt Jackie grab ahold of his other testicle with the pliers, the grip much softer this time. Leaning next to his ear she slowly ramped up the pressure as she whispered;

“Shall we continue or do you think you need another help getting into subspace?”

“NO GODDESS!” Simon screamed practically cutting her off. “I am ready to receive your gifts. My body is yours to use.

“However I want?”

“However you want.”

She raised her eyebrows, her face contorting to that of a surprised smile, with a more loving voice she replied; “I’m glad to hear that.” Before bringing the hammer down on his other nut, the same fate befalling it as the other.

Stepping back Jackie watched as Simon writhed and screamed, taking her finely manicured hand and sliding it down between her tight body and her perfect fitted jeans. Watching as Simon cried and groaned, his ballsack one large lump of pain, she rubbed herself vigorously, throwing her masked head back as she moaned deeply, her sadistic urges only lightly placated. As quickly as she had began she stopped, giving Simon no respite.

Pulling the necklace from her shirt she fondled around for the correct key, flashing a silver hex key up at the crying Simon. The euphoric sound of the unlock rang out in his ears as he felt the sticky and slimy cage be pulled free, the puddles of precum and semen falling out in spotty patches as the cage was taken clean off, placed up on the surgeon table.

Immediately his dick grew back to full mast, unable to take the release and adrenaline backed endorphin rush, his dick spurted out a quick spurt of cum, spraying all over the red tape floor. A hands free, uncaged orgasm left him drooling, his head unable to be held up as the feeling of a semi-decent orgasm overtook him. He was beyond grateful to Jackie for releasing him. He smiled at her weakly, his dick still shooting a messy, off white, slightly discoloured cum shot.

“Did that feel good?” Jackie asked genuinely curious.

“Yes Goddess. Thank you Goddess.” Simon said, his words slurry with post orgasmic passion.

“well you know what helps trigger orgasms? Prostate simulation.” Jackie said excitedly, running her hands across toys and tools on the surgeon table.

“Please Goddess, my asshole cannot take it, Amanda had her Bull take care of me.” Simon pleaded, his dick still firm.

Jackie turned around to face Simon, holding a long and thin, polished metal rod, the ends finely sculpted to be perfectly round. As Simon’s eyes caught wind of it his expression dropped and he looked as though he had seen a ghost. Shaking his hands and feet he tried desperately to cover his genitalia, knowing full well what was about to happen.

“Darling I’m not in your ass to get your prostate, I’m going through your dickhole!”

Forcefully she grabbed Simon’s aching shaft. Her touch felt glorious and transcendent but the connotation scared him stiff. Scared beyond measure Jackie pushed the sounding rod into his dickhole, the cum shot from earlier acting as his only source of lube. His orange sized nuts and dick screamed out in furious and unending pain. With every passing millimetre that the rod descended Simon screamed and yelled a decibel louder, it only matched by Jackie’s wails of pure ecstasy.

“Oh fuck! That’s a good boy!” She said pushing the rod down further, Simon barely able to remain conscious, although to pass out would be a relief from the physical hell he was in.

“Just a little more” Jackie said, her free hand furiously undoing her jeans, to allow for a better angle to her sopping wet cunt. As the rod found depth, she stood back, dropped her pants, revealing a pair of Lacy underwear which were completely soaked through. Sitting back down she admired her handiwork, rubbing herself all the while.

With every passing groan, grunt and cry she rubbed and fondled, even taking a moment to slide a delicate finger in, her moans like harpy’s nails across Simon’s tortured body. He felt his dick throb, each throb jostling the rod ever so slightly, the pain ludicrously terrible.

“Do you know what’s down your cock right now?” Jackie said reaching under the chair for something.

“A…a rod.” Simon said carefully, trying not to pant too hard lest he disturb the rod.

“What kind of rod.” Jackie pressed, still softly rubbing her puffy clit.

“A sounding rod.” Simon replied.

“What’s it made out of?” Jackie said, looking over her glasses frames inquisitively.

“Metal.” Simon answered, proud of himself for powering through this far.

“And what is metal?” Jackie asked coyly.

“I don’t know.” Simon replied, his brain way too scrambled and soaking in pain to think even remotely critically.

Taking off her surgical mask Jackie smiled brightly at Simon before quickly attaching something to the rod, a clasp of some kind.

“It’s a good conductor.”

Suddenly, Simon felt an otherworldly pain, the kind that tensed his entire body and felt like it fried his soul. A quick second of electricity through the rod had felt like a timeless void; the pain everlasting. His entire being felt pushed out of his body, as if he was no merely observing his punishments rather than receiving them. Another jolt came and another, his eyes fluttering between consciousness and sleep, he watched as Jackie began practically fist fucking herself, her entire hand inside herself as she rubbed with the other. The site before her sending her over the edge time and again in quick succession her moans and shrieks of euphoric joy nearly timed with the rhythmic “zzzzap” sound of the electric battery.

Simon spasmed, unable to cry out, his vocal cords tired and worn and his tears all but dried out. As the jolts continued so too did the relentless torrent of Jackie’s orgasms. Only once they had stopped for good did she casually flick off the machine, the sounding rod still within his pulsating cock.

Fried, broken and beaten, Simon drooled into his shoulder, his head leant to the right, his body no longer fighting against his restraints. As he may motionless Jackie removed her cum covered hands, her juices covering the better part of her arms and most of the floor. Panting heavily she stood up, wiping a thick line of sweat from her forehead, her shirt soaked with her drool and wet hands as she wiped them against it.

Pulling up her jeans she rebuttoned them and adjusted her hair, leaving not even a strand out of place. Turning her attention back to Simon she grabbed his dick and yanked the rod out, a satisfying gurgle of cum came bubbling up the shaft, spewing down his dick weakly. Tossing the rod onto her table she reached up to the hanging Instruments, grabbing down a ball gag.

Placing it in his mouth, she clasped it on tightly. At the very same time she removed his arm and ankle harnesses, although he was no longer in a fighting mood. Limply she pulled him from the chair and helped him down the room toward the tarp covered box at the end of the room.

“Now darling, I know that seemed like a lot for your first time. But I knew you were one of the stronger ones.” Jackie said ripping up the tarp with her free hand to reveal a human sized metal cage affixed to both the wall and ground; inside it a naked man with a gimp mask obscuring his eyes, ears and mouth was pressed up against the wall, shaking softly.

With her free hand she undid the lock, the key still inside it, and pushed a limp and defeated Simon in. The pair of Jackie’s sex slaves barely able to fit in together. Re-locking the cage Jackie blew them a kiss before kneeling down to be at Simon’s eye level. Unsure if he was or could hear her she spoke softly;

“You’re my favourite Simon. Benny here was fun weren’t you Benny? We’d play with knives, razors, needles heck even surgery play! But I think somewhere along the way he went into subspace and never came back out. He was my favourite toy until you came along!”

Jackie stood up and threw the tarp back over them, her cowgirl boots smacking against the floor as she walked to the large door they entered what felt like hours before.

“So I’m just gonna text the girlies, have a shower, grab a bite. I can’t wait to tell them how happy I am about my new toy. I’ll have to call dibs on you, my little drool bunny.” She said as she slowly pushed the heavy door closed.

As the darkness set in and the locks clanged Simon heard her yell from the stifling darkness;

“I can’t wait to play again!”

Thanks for reading. If you liked my more horror inspired post/part please let me know. I’d love to hear feedback and suggestions. Thanks again for reading, means a lot.

Here is a little story I wrote as a request. Hope you all enjoy.

‘Girls, one thing we need to teach those men out there.’ Jen paused for dramatic effect. She was the boss at a local Hooters and she had her small staff of big titted babes eagerly listening to her every word.

‘Always read the small print.’ The girls all whooped and hollered, as if she had told a smutty joke and they had got the punchline.

They had been running an adults only drawing competition. One to design the badge for a product promotion they were doing in the near future.

The small print clearly hadn't been read judging by the number of entries they received from men and women.

Jen had sneaked in the terms and conditions that the winning entry, only received their prize of eating at the restaurant for free everyday for a year, if they took a kick in the balls from a chosen Hooter girl. Clearly Jen didn't want a female to win the prize and she needed to make sure the winner went through his end of the deal.

That day the winner, Tony Morris, a 25 year old loser, was turning up to receive his photo for the social media account and receive his “prize”. Jen being the bitch she was had rigged the results. Tony was known to her. He went to high school with her and she knew he was a complete loser. He clearly had no idea she worked there or that she ran the place. Otherwise she knew he wouldn't have entered in the first place. She had tortured his balls in high school and he was always a reluctant and unwilling participant.

Jen had chosen her kicker wisely. It was her hot Latina waitress Maria. At 20 she was one of the younger members of the team but she was also the strongest. She had thighs that would make men quiver in fear. And Jen was a staunch believer in causing pain to balls. Maria was the perfect choice.

Jen watched as Tony walked into the restaurant before opening time. The waitresses were all waiting. And when Jen walked up to him his face froze in recognition.

‘Congratulations Tony, well done on your win. I'm the manager here and I'm sure judging by your face you remember me from high school.’ Jen giggled as she swung her left fist hard into his balls.

‘Sack smack.’ She laughed as he fell to the floor groaning. His eyes were already recalling the past pain she had put him through as he fought back the tears threatening to fall down his face.

Jen saw Maria watching the interaction with interest. She knew Maria was kicking his balls in a moment but it was clear to see he had zero ability to handle a blow. She watched Maria lick her lips in anticipation and knew she wasn't going to hold back at all, when she had her chance.

‘Tony, get up, you're embarrassing me. It was only a little tap.’ She yanked Tony up by his shoulders and he stood on shaky legs. His hands instinctively went to his balls to check they were still there and as a layer of protection.

‘Tony, I have the terms and conditions of the competition here. It states for you to receive your prize of eating here daily you have to take one full force blow to the balls from a Hooters waitress before you can sign your contract with us allowing you free meals. Now my blow wasn't full force and I'm obviously not a waitress so you still have to endure that before you get your prize.’ She spoke quickly and precisely. Tony's face went white in shock as he took in what she said and she saw he knew this was a massive set up. But his passage to the exit was blocked as he was surrounded by all the female waitresses in a circle around him. He gulped as he meekly nodded his head.

Maria stepped forwards. Tony took one look at her muscular thick thighs and realized he was in deep trouble.

‘Here's your kicker. It's our Latina hottie Maria. 5ft 8ins of pure fucking muscle. Good luck Tony.’ Jen smirked as she watched Maria approach him. God she was getting wet in her panties just thinking of the hurt he was going to be feeling in a moment. She watched Maria pose for a photo next to Tony. She stood tall and powerful next to his shaking body.

Jen watched as Maria lined up her kick with her white sneakers. Her thighs jiggled as she was lining up her blow then it happened. In a blur Jen watched as Maria swung back her right leg and launched it hard into Tony's balls. Another waitress had pinned his arms behind his back to prevent him from protecting his balls. His legs gave way instantly as her foot connected. Jen cum in her panties as she realized Tony was unconscious as he hit the floor. Maria's blow had been so hard and powerful Tony had been unable to take it without passing out. The silence as the kick hit his nuts was unreal. The smack of her foot against his balls echoed around the building. It was euphoric and Jen noticed she wasn't the only woman there who had a wet pussy.

They quickly cheered and they all surrounded Maria in a group hug. Maria was ecstatic with the reaction from everyone. She loved kicking balls and this was a magical moment for her. Tony was quickly pulled back into the kitchen and then ushered outside. Jen drove him to the hospital as he remained unconscious in the backseat of her sedan.

Several hours later Jen returned to the hospital to see Tony. She had a contract he had to sign to confirm his free meals. He was awake in bed and it was clear he was still groggy from his experience.

‘Hey Tony, are you okay?’ Jen faked her concern and Tony saw through it.

‘Fuck off Jen. You've had your fun. Now leave me alone.’ Tony's face was pure red with anger.

‘Wow, someone's grown a backbone since school haven't they.’ Jen smirked as she pulled out her contracts.

‘I'm here for business. You need to sign your contract for your free meals. One copy for me and one for you.’ She handed Tony a pen and gave him the contracts. He began signing them as Jen looked on curiously.

‘Don't you want to read it first?’ Jen warned him.

‘No it's okay. It's a contract. it'll be fine.’ Tony replied as he watched Jen smiling at him.

‘Okay, no worries. Get some rest and see you tomorrow Tony.’ Jen said as she left his copy with him.

Later on Tony couldn't shake the unease he felt as he replayed the smile he saw on Jen's face. He took a look at the contract and his body went rigid with shock and fear.

In the terms and conditions he realized Jen had fucked him over again. In black and white or clearly stated that he was contractually obliged to eat there once a day, failure to do so meant they could sue him for breach of contract. But also right next to this passage it stated he had to endure a kick to the balls from each and every female member of staff working that day before he could eat. And each woman had a choice in what footwear they used for their blow.

Tony realized the hard way Hooters can hurt, and always read the small print before you sign anything.

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.

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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

EDIT: thanks all for your feedback. Check out part two, I just posted!

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.

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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.

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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…

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