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I’m 25F. weeks ago my boyfriend asked me to try ballbusting for the first time. I was curious, a little nervous. It turned out better than either of us expected. It has been in my mind ever since. When I told him I wanted to do it again, his eyes lit up.

That night after my workout I texted him and went straight over. The second I stepped into his room he was already on me shoving me against the wall, kissing me deep and desperate. I slid one knee between his thighs and pressed it firmly against the hard line of his cock. The soft, moan that left his throat went straight to my clit. I felt myself get wet just from that single noise.

I pulled back enough to look at him.

“Want to try something new this time?”

He nodded fast, already breathing hard. “Yeah...”

I told him to stand still and open his legs wide. Then I gave him my knee up hard into his balls. The impact was clean and solid. His knees buckled instantly and he dropped to the floor with a hard groan.. I murmured a soft “sorry” but had an evil smile in my mind.... His cock was standing thicker and red than I’d ever seen.

He was on all fours, ass up, forehead pressed to the floor. I moved behind him, and gave a soft kick between his legs from the rear. He gasped and his whole body. My foot was stained from his thick precum..

I took him up by the hair, threw him onto the bed, and yanked his shorts down. Gave a good hard spank to his ass then I squeezed one cheek roughly, digging my nails in just enough to make him flinch. I flipped him onto his back, got on top, and pinned both wrists above his head.

I spread his thighs wide with my knees and began to slowly knee his balls.... And asked him

“You like this ??

His cheeks were flushed, eyes glassy and wet. He nodded.

I gave his face sharp slap and brushed my thumb across his lips.

“Want Mommy to go harder?”

His voice cracked. “Yeahhh… please…”

I leaned down so my mouth was right against his ear.

“Then beg for it.”

“Please… harder…”

I smiled, shifted my weight, and started grinding the soft heat between my legs against the base of his cock...The friction made my clit throb. I was soaked. Every time he whimpered, the sound went straight through me.

Then I lifted up, lined him up, and sank down onto his cock in one hard motion. I rode him fast and deep for a few fierce seconds hips slamming down, taking every inch while he stretched me open from below, thrusting up hard to meet me. I grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked his head back, biting down on the side of his neck and sucking hard enough to leave a dark mark, tasting the salt of his skin as he groaned and pushed even deeper into me.

I pulled off him just as suddenly, still dripping, and wrapped my hand around his slick cock. I stroked him fast and rough, shaking him while his whole body tensed and trembled under me. His back arched. His wrists strained against my grip. He came in thick, heavy ropes four, five, messy across his stomach, my hand, even up onto his chest while I kept working him through it until he was twitching and oversensitive.

I climbed off slowly, pulled my clothes back on, and looked down at him still panting on the sheets, cum on his skin.

“Clean this shit up before your mama sees it.”

Then I left, thighs still slick, the power of it still there under my skin the whole way home.

I really enjoyed being bossy on bed.

I couldn't believe my luck, two insanely hot girls set up their towels about twenty feet away from my family. I pretended like I was reading my book, but I was looking over the top of it and watching them unpack. They both had cover-ups on, and I could barely wait for them to pull them off. They laid out their towels and unfolded their chairs, it would happen soon. The redhead glanced around to see if anyone was watching her. I quickly looked down at my book, then glanced back up. She pulled off the cover-up to reveal ridiculously big tits on a curvy body. The blonde peeled off her cover-up, she was thinner, more petite, but really nice, perky breasts. The two of them made a perfect pair.

They sat on their towels and rubbed sunscreen on each other, it was too much for me. I had to look away, or I would get another erection. I buried my face in my book, blocking my view of them. Still, I knew they were there, it wasn't easy to keep my cock in check. I decided I should lie on the towel so I couldn't see them.

It was a nice warm day, my sister was reading on the far side of our blanket. Mom sat next to me watching Dad fish in the surf, and sometimes looking at her magazine. I lay on my back with my eyes closed. It was so relaxing. I tried not to think about the two hot girls lying so close by. I listened to the surf and the birds on the beach. I began to drift off to sleep.

Something surprised me, there were hands on my cock. I looked down to see the two hot girls between my legs, holding my cock in their hands. The redhead was kissing the tip of my cock. I looked over in Mom's direction, she and Kayley were gone. What the hell? Where did Mom go? Wait. I must be dreaming. The girls giggled as the blonde took my cock into her mouth. If it was a dream, I didn't want to wake up. She took my cock deep into her mouth. The redhead leaned in to suck my balls. She sucked on them and pulled them with her lips. It felt so good. It was perfect. I was going to ...

"MOM! Matt has a boner again!"

It was Kayley's voice. I opened an eye and glanced in the direction of the voice. There she was on her chair. The two girls were on their blanket off in the distance. And my cock ... well, my cock was rock hard. It stood straight up like a flagpole.

"Matthew! What are you doing?" Mom exclaimed, looking at my erect cock. She turned her chair towards me, and pushed her foot between my legs. She pushed it into my balls.

"MOM!" My balls." I groaned. I was still half asleep, and still so hard from my dream. I glanced over to see the two hot girls watching as my mother kicked at my balls. My cock flopped around, like a flag pole in an earthquake. I must have looked ridiculous.

"Make that thing calm down," Mom said. She kicked at my balls and tried to stand on them. She stood up over me to get better leverage, and pushed her foot onto them. Things were completely out of control, and to make things worse, I was getting off on it. It felt good. I didn't know what to do, I tried to roll over onto my front. I rolled away from her, my cock and balls went between my legs. Mom quickly put her foot on them, mashing my cock and balls with her foot. Fuck, it felt so good.

I glanced over at the hot girls, they were still watching us. The redhead sat up, her big breasts looked amazing as they hung perfectly. The blonde was up on her elbows, she worked her way up onto her hands and knees, just like when she was blowing me in my dream. Those soft lips on my cock. The redhead sucking and licking my balls. It was so good. Almost as good as Mom's foot mashing my cock and balls. I glanced back at Mom, her big tits hanging down as she bent over me.

"OH FUCK!" I moaned loudly. It was going to happen. I was going to cum. With everyone watching. Fuck! Fuck no.

"OOOOOOOH!" I cried out as my cock shot a rope of cum onto my towel. Mom mashed my cock and balls with her foot. Soon there was enough cum that her foot became slippery, it slid around on my cock and balls as she worked them over. It felt amazing. Perfect. I came so hard. The two girls were staring at me, I stared right back at them, admiring their bodies. I imagined them sucking me off as I finished in the blonde's mouth. I imagined the redhead sucking my balls as my cock throbbed, emptying all the cum from them.

"Mom, he's cumming," Kayley said.

"Matthew!" Mom exclaimed, finally noticing her cum covered foot.

I pulled the towel over my head and tried to hide. Mom eventually walked away, then went to the beach to clean off her foot. Kayley walked away with her. I glanced from under my towel at the two hot girls, they took their blankets and chairs and moved further down the beach.

Who could blame them?

It was finally over for the legendary Hercules as he had just completed his 12th and final labor as all the beautiful village women proceeded to pleasure his massive 10inc cock and huge massive sweaty tennis size balls as the girls started to laugh and giggle taking turns sucking his dick and licking his balls.

Hercules was a mountain of a man who stood at 8 foot tall 400 pounds of pure muscle massive muscles as big as Mr. universe if not bigger. Big tree trunk legs big hairy chest with short black hair and blue eyes.

He was a Demi god the son of Zeus himself and the ultimate man of peak testosterone and masculinity that the world has ever seen before.

Women would often pleasure themselves as he would walk by in the village as seeing his massive muscles and huge cock and gigantic balls would make them burst out gushing cum between their legs.

Suddenly a Wise old man came bursting through the door in a panic with terror in his eyes.

"My lord Hercules we desperately need your help once again for you see an evil witch woman in the forest is castration any man that just so happens to enter there" said the terrified old man.

"Mmm the forest you say huh okay I shall do this labor and rid this horrible witch woman for you so that your people may travel again through the forest" said a pride full Hercules.

"Thank you my lord oh great Hercules thank the gods for your brave strength and kind heart" said the wise old man.

"Well ladies I must be going now I have to go kill an evil witch" said Hercules to the 6 beautiful big breasted naked women as they continue to suck stroke and lick his cock and balls.

"Ohh Hercules may we please finish you to completion before your fight with that evil witch" said one of the girls.

"Mmm yes you shall I will let you ladies know when I'm ready to release my life nectar upon you so be prepared to come together so I shall blast my semen on to thee" said Hercules to the girls.

All six of the young 18 to 20 year old girls began working together sucking and stroking his massive 10 inch cock as two girls were both sucking one ball each in their mouths.

Suddenly the great Hercules started to stand up and release his massive cum ropes all over every girl as not one face was spared with his gooey jizz.

As Hercules was leaving the girls started giggling and laughing as one of them wiped the cum off of her face and began to insert her fingers inside her pussy in hopes of getting pregnant and having a boy that would one day be as big and strong as Hercules.

"Stupid girl what do you think your doing that's not how us women can get pregnant" said one of the peasant girls.

"It might ohh how I would love to bare a strong masculine boy someday like him" said the girl as she put her two fingers deep inside herself with Hercules cum.

Meanwhile Hercules and his men all stood near the forest as four of the villager men went with him in hopes of killing the witch themselves and also it was a great honor to be next to the legendary Hercules himself.

All four men were from head to toe in body armor but unfortunately for them they didn't have an armor piece that would protect their most sensitive areas there penis and testicles.

As for Hercules himself he was so proud and cocky that he didn't care to wear body armor of any kind for he simply walked into the forest completely naked with his huge massive cock and big round swinging balls just bouncing around.

As they were heading forward into the dark haunted forest they couldn't help but feel a cold chill running down their bodies as the stories about a cruel witch cutting off the balls of any man who just so happens to enter the forest.

Then suddenly a massive tornado of wind gusts around the men and Hercules as two of the men both fall down grabbing their balls in pain and agony.

"Ohh by the gods my BALLS it feels like something powerful has ram between my legs and crushed my testicles AHHHHH" screams out one of the men.

Then a second powerful gust of wind came around them as the other two men fell victim to the wind storm as they too started to grip their balls in pain.

Then Hercules heard laughter coming from the wind itself as an even louder and bigger wind storm came around the four men holding and cuddling their balls on the ground all began screaming out in agony and crying as loudly as possible.

Then the massive wind storm went away to reveal to Hercules horror that all four men were now gripping their balls as blood started to gush out of their open wounds as they all cried and slowly passed out from the pain.

HAHA Hahaha HAHAHA HAHAHA a woman's voice was heard as she finally revealed herself to Hercules with both of her hands holding 8 bloody testicles with four in each hand all connected still with the men's sperm cords.

"Mmm these beautiful balls will add a very fine collection to me the evil witch woman said laughing with an evil smile as she took out a huge jar that contained over a hundred severed bloody testicles all creamed inside and mush up together as she put the newly castrated balls inside the jar before giving a huge whiff before closing it up.

The wind witch woman was a beautiful and sexy woman who stood at 5-4 long black hair down to her arms, beautiful but evil green eyes with a very young youthful appearance. Her body was drop dead gorgeous as she was only wearing a tiny loincloth that barely covered her two huge massive round DD tits and lovely firm ass and sexy trimmed pussy with an adorable slit.

"Mmm wow your balls are so massive I can't wait to have them and play with them all day" said the witch looking down at Hercules massive tennis ball size testicles.

"Time to die you foul women" said Hercules as he ran towards her with murder in his eyes as she slowly disappeared out of nowhere.

"Where are you women screaming out Hercules as suddenly he began to feel a sharp numbing pain from between his legs as a loud CRUNCH sound was heard in the air.

"UHHHH MY BALLS OOOHH" said Hercules as he started to cup them in pain.

"HAHA HEEE HAHAHA HAHAHA you men and your weak ugly balls"laugh the witch in her wind form.

"UHHHH OHHHHHH MMMMMM UHHHH SHOW YOURSELF WOMAN" yelled Hercules as he continued to hold onto his busted balls.

"As you wish handsome CRUNCH!!! Suddenly the witch showed herself only to kick Hercules as hard as she could right in his balls with her bare foot.

Poor Hercules couldn't take the pain any longer as he fell down onto the ground on his back looking up at the witch as she looked down at him laughing and giggling even mocking his pain.

"Ahhh does it hurt ohh poor man it's got to be hard knowing that no matter how strong you men are those little round stinky ugly hairy things between your legs will always be your downfall HAHAHA HAHAHA" laugh the witch.

Then suddenly the witch dropped her foot into Hercules big massive swollen balls as his jaw dropped and his eyes began to cross.

SQUISH SPLAT CRACK the loud gooey squishy sounds came from between his legs as she began to grind her sexy foot into his ballsack as a powerless Hercules can only look up at her with cross eyes and watch as she smirks and giggles.

"Ohh how I just love the wonderful sounds your balls make as I'm crushing them haha" said the witch.

Then the witch started to bend down with a tiny dagger and look at Hercules one last time with an evil smile before she took the dagger and pressed it against his balls.

"Any last words before I take your balls and add them to my collection with the others Mmm" said the evil witch.

Hercules didn't speak a word as the witch started to slice his balls off only she couldn't do it.

"What why can't I cut them off what's going on? Said the confused witch.

"Silly witch you can crush my balls but you could never cut them off for I the great Hercules am a Demi God.

Suddenly Hercules grabbed the witch by her head and broke it in one quick loud CRUNCH.

It took poor Hercules hours before he was able to stand back up as the numbing sharp pulseing pain from his sack did not go away until he reached the village.

As Hercules got back to the village with the witch in both of his arms he dropped her dead body in front of all the townspeople as everybody cheered and clapped in celebration.

Later that day all the women in the village came into his room to pleasure him as they looked down at his balls in horror to find them black and bruised and swollen.

"Ohh you poor strong Hercules let All of us town women please your swollen balls" said one of the girls as they all took turns rubbing his sore balls and gently kissing them before sucking them as they all ended up sucking and fucking Hercules later that night.

Hercules looks up at the 12th woman or so fucking him that night with a huge smile as he knows that he is truly the ultimate man of pure strength and lust in every women's eyes.

END 😁

This story is a continuation. You can find part one via this link: https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1vyv46g/miss_m%C3%BCllers_method_for_taming_men/

This is a femdom story featuring the following themes: forced nudity, public humiliation, enslavement, castration anxiety and threats of castration, and, of course, ballbusting. It is a work of fiction, and all characters are of legal age. The acts described herein are not recommended for imitation.

Part II

"Ow! Ow! Ow!" the tormented cry of a high-pitched male voice echoed through the shed. "Please stop, I can't take it..."

"Oh, come on, Paul!" a merciless female voice retorted. "Aren't you man enough to take repeated blows to the balls? Or is that perhaps exactly the problem—that you *are* a man?"

"Please!" he screamed. "It hurts so bad! I'll do anything you want, just stop hitting me in the balls!"

"Really, Paul? That didn't take long! The moment I first saw you, I knew you were a wimp who didn't have the balls to stand up for himself. It's a good thing you don't have a girlfriend, you'd be embarrassing her terribly right now!" the woman shouted; yet she did actually stop striking the man's testicles with a wooden spoon and let him sink to the ground.

Paul writhed and whimpered on the floor while Miss Müller stood over him, savoring his misery.

"Break's over," she called out. "I've got things to do!" Miss Müller yanked the chain, which was attached to the ring around Paul's scrotum, keeping his testicles captive, to signal that the respite was definitely over.

She had been striking his balls for only five minutes, yet swelling had already caused them to double in size.

"Get out of that ridiculous remnant of your 'businessman' costume," she shouted. "You're not a businessman; you're a slave in training now!"

Trembling, Paul sat up and removed his shirt, tie, and jacket, the only garments he was still wearing.

"Let me go!" he pleaded. "My superiors will come looking for me if I don’t show up tomorrow. You’ll be in huge trouble for kidnapping me! But if you let me go now, no one has to find out! I promise!"

Miss Müller looked down at him. “So, we’re negotiating? Good! At least there’s a bit of fight in you. But I’m afraid I have to disappoint you. Didn’t I tell you there are men who actually pay me to beat and humiliate them? Unlike you, those men get to go home and resume their normal lives. They pay me a lot of money. But that’s not all: they’re in my debt, too, for instance, because I don’t go around telling everyone what they like to have done to them when no one is watching. And some of those men wield considerable influence. Normally, I don’t like that in men, but I tolerate it as long as they use their influence exactly as I see fit, without having any real say in the matter themselves. If I give the word, your name simply ends up on a list of missing persons; no one will seriously look for you, and in a few years, you’ll be nothing more than a ‘cold case’ that no one cares about anymore. Got that, Paul?"

Paul simply wept.

“I said: Got it, Paul!” Miss Müller shouted, yanking the chain again, harder this time. Paul cried out.

“Stand up!” she ordered.

Paul struggled to get to his feet without becoming entangled in the chain attached to his testicles. He panted and looked down at his feet; he dared not find out what would happen if he looked his tormentor straight in the eye.

“Look up and turn your head to the left,” she commanded. Paul did as he was told. “Do you see that? Do you know what that is?” Miss Müller asked.

“It… it looks like a sort of rickshaw,” he finally said, adding, “One that’s pulled by people.”

"Correct!" said Miss Müller. "You rarely see them these days, and some even consider them dehumanizing. It’s a good thing I see it differently, at least when the human in question is a man!"

"Go over there!" she ordered.

Paul hesitated just long enough for Miss Müller to wind up with the spoon and deliver a powerful blow straight to his testicles. Paul howled and collapsed to the ground again.

"You will obey!" she shouted, raising the spoon threateningly once more. Trembling, Paul picked himself up and walked over to the rickshaw.

Although he didn't like the idea at all, he was too afraid not to do what he thought was expected of him. So he took his place between the shafts, where the puller would hold the rickshaw...

“Very good,” said Miss Müller, nodding approvingly. “It looks like you’re actually learning something, or at least trying to. But your posture isn’t quite right yet.”

Paul looked at her uncomprehendingly.

“Do you see those iron shackles at the ends of the shafts? Be so good as to lean forward and secure your right hand.”

The shackles looked old-fashioned, like something from a movie set in the Middle Ages. Reluctantly, Paul leaned forward, slid his right wrist through the shackle, and fastened it with his left hand. A loud click told him it had locked into place.

“Good boy,” Miss Müller remarked. “I’ll help you with the left one.” She took his left hand and secured it to the other shaft.

Only then did Paul notice that the rickshaw had been modified. To keep the passenger seat in the correct position, he had to adopt an uncomfortable posture.

His back formed a straight line, his arms were bent, and he had to grip the ends of the shafts tightly. This position was not only uncomfortable it also would soon cause him severe back pain. Yet this was evidently the very posture Miss Müller demanded of him without a thought for his discomfort, or if she did care, it was only because she took sadistic pleasure in it.

Miss Müller walked around him, stroked his bare back tenderly, and let go of the chain. Then she bent down, picked it up again, and pulled it underneath his butt to fasten it to the passenger seat.

Paul heard her rummaging around somewhere out of sight. Then she came back to him, pulled up a stool, and sat down in front of him so they could talk at eye level.

Miss Müller held up a strange device. It looked like a sort of four-pronged tong, with the prongs inserted through a green rubber ring. Miss Müller opened the tong, and the ring stretched wide.

"Do you have any idea what this is?" she asked. Paul shook his head.

"Well, it’s called an elastrator. It’s used to castrate animals, lambs and kid goats, specifically. The ring is opened as wide as possible and then slipped over the animal’s testicles. When you release the elastrator, the ring snaps back to its original size; it fits so tightly that it cuts off the blood supply. The testicles slowly die off and eventually just fall away. Snap, and they’re gone."

Paul’s eyes widened in horror.

"Please don’t! Please don’t! I’m begging you!" the words tumbled out of him.

"Please don’t do what?" Miss Müller countered.

"Please don’t castrate me!" he cried. "You can’t do this to me! I’m a human being, and you said my balls were needed to keep me in check! Besides, I promised my mother grandchildren, and I haven’t even..."

“You haven’t even… what, Paul? You surely aren’t trying to tell me that you haven’t even had sex, are you?” Miss Müller interrupted, raising an eyebrow. Paul was on the verge of tears. He didn’t know how to proceed. Finally, he simply nodded.

“Oh, Paul,” Miss Müller said softly, stroking his cheek. “Why make such a silly promise, one you can’t keep anyway? You aren’t the kind of man women desire, and there are already enough boring people in the world. No one needs your seed in the big sea of ​​human mediocrity.”

Now he was actually weeping again.

"Please, don't do it! Please, don't do it!" he repeated over and over. "I don't want to... I don't want to lose my balls!"

"Of course you don't," said Miss Müller. "None of you feral men wants something like that to happen to him, not as long as you're chasing your illusion of masculinity. But whether or not you get castrated today really depends on your performance."

"My performance?" he asked, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

"Yes," said Miss Müller. "I have a meeting today with some other women who think just like I do, and you’re going to take me there," she explained.

"I’ll put one of those elastrator bands around your balls. If you manage to get me to the meeting fast enough, the band will be removed and your balls will be safe. If not, it stays on until your balls fall off on their own. Simple as that!"

Paul stared at her in disbelief. This couldn’t be happening. Today was supposed to be just an ordinary day at his job, day with a simple task, talking to a tenant about some problem, nothing major, and now he was the prisoner of a madwoman and in danger of losing his manhood forever.

“But how am I supposed to know where to take you?” he finally asked.

“It’s quite simple,” Miss Müller said with a smile. “I’ll steer you! Do you see this long riding crop?” she asked, holding it up. “A tap on your left buttock means you turn right; a tap on your right buttock means you turn left. If I give your testicles a few light taps from below with it, you have to speed up. If I pull on your balls , you have to slow down, and if I give your balls a hard whack from above, you have to stop. Understood?”

Paul’s lips trembled, but he nodded in resignation.

“Fine,” said Miss Müller, ruffling his hair. “Who knows, after this trip, the prospect of being castrated might even start to seem appealing to you. I have known some very manly man who eventually begged me to cut their balls off!”

With a malicious laughter she walked over to his backside, hunkered down and grabbed his testicles. A few seconds later Paul cried out as the elastrator band pulled tight on his scrotum just below the metal ring. This alone was pretty painful.

Miss Müller climbed onto the passenger seat, took the chain in her left hand and pulled until Pauls ball bag was strechted out from under his buttocks as far as it would go. She then pressed a button on a remode and the doors in front of them slid apart.

"Giddy up!" yelled Miss Müller and gave Paul's testicles a few light taps from below.

Paul let out a gasp and started running.

They had barely reached the edge of the backyard when he received the first blow to his right buttock and veered to the left. A blow to his left buttock followed as they reached the end of the alley behind the house.

On the main street, his balls were tugged for the first time. Paul was so startled that he nearly fell, an accident that, in all likelihood, would have resulted in him tearing his own testicles clean off. But he managed to steady himself just in time and kept running as fast as he could. Wherever they passed, people stopped and gawked. Some stared in amazement, others laughed and shouted, but no one tried to intervene. They must have taken them for a deeply kinky couple, or perhaps for performance artists. A few men clutched their own crotches in solidarity when they saw what the chain was attached to, and once or twice, someone offered a very tentative greeting. Paul noticed none of this; his thoughts were far too consumed by the pain and the fear for his manhood.

All the while, he took slap after slap to his buttocks and balls, yet he didn't scream too much, as he needed his breath for running.

Eventually, the path led into a maze of particularly winding alleys, and Paul had to endure even more blows.

After a while, they reached the back courtyard of an old, stately villa. Miss Müller steered him straight toward the gate. Then, suddenly, a hard blow struck Paul’s testicles so violent from above he thought they would burst.

His vision went black for a moment, and he let out a pitiful scream. Yet, instinctively, he remained standing. The gate ahead opened, and Miss Müller signaled for him to move forward, urging him on with light slaps against his testicles from below.

Inside, they were greeted by two young women. They wore riding attire paired with corsets that prominently displayed their deep cleavages. Both had blonde hair; one wore a ponytail, the other two braids. They could hardly have been older than twenty-two.

"Good evening, Mistress Müller!" said the girl with the braids. "We’ve been expecting you!"

"Hello, girls!" Miss Müller called out with a warm smile. "I see you’re in charge of the stable work today?"

"Yes, Mistress Müller! We’ll take care of your mount and your carriage."

The other girl reached out to help Miss Müller step down from the passenger seat.

"Is that a new slave?" asked the girl with the braids. "I only captured him an hour ago!" Miss Müller said radiantly. "He woke up this morning believing he was a man in a man’s world and look at him now!"

The girls giggled and put on expressions of mock pity. Paul was too out of breath and in too much pain to say anything.

"Does he have a name?" asked the girl with the ponytail, studying Paul’s face.

Miss Müller shook her head. "Not anymore! You can call him whatever you like, as long as it’s demeaning."

“Cool! We’ll come up with something really nasty,” promised the girl with the ponytail. “Do you have any further instructions regarding this boy?”

“Yes,” Miss Müller replied. “As I said, he was just captured and still needs training, but I don’t want to keep him. Please prepare him for today’s raffle. He’s my entry.”

“All right, Mistress! We’ll take care of it!” said the girl with the braids, grabbing the chain and dragging Paul, rickshaw and all, by his testicles, into the stable.

“Oh, and one more thing!” Miss Müller called after them. “This boy has a elastrator ring around his testicles and is suffering from terrible castration anxiety! You’ll have to sort that out!”

“Oh, we will,” the girls cried, winking at her.

Miss Müller turned her back on them and went inside.

Paul whimpered in fear of what was about to happen to him.

This story is fictional, and all individuals involved are of legal age.

Miss Lydia Müller was a dominatrix of a very special kind.

Not only did she provide a service to men who accepted their submissive nature and willingly subordinated themselves to women, fully aware of their own inferiority to the female sex, but she was also an active member of an organization dedicated to establishing female supremacy throughout society.

She was firmly convinced that all men were inherently submissive and required the guidance of a strong female hand. Men, she believed, were too emotional, irrational, and too driven by instinct to lead, make political decisions, or even look after themselves.

Miss Müller categorized men into three groups: the "Feral Ones," who clung to the illusion that the patriarchy was normal and natural; the "Domesticated Ones," who willingly and fully accepted and embraced their destiny of serving the female cause; and the "Tamed Ones", former Feral Ones who had been captured and whose wills had been broken by women to transform them into obedient slaves.

To her, there was nothing wrong with capturing a feral man and forcibly turning him into a slave. Sure, they might dislike it at first, but being freed from the compulsion to play the role of a strong, dominant, and independent man was better for them, and for society as a whole.

Miss Müller lived in a small, old house in a cozy part of the Old Town, where many similar houses stood side by side and wall to wall. There was both a small front garden and a courtyard behind the house, the latter containing a shelter for her vehicles.

Although the house had a small footprint, it spanned four floors; the top floor housed the punishment room for her clients, while the cellar served as a dungeon for those who still needed to be tamed.

Naturally, her activities did not go unnoticed by the neighbors, who held rather old-fashioned views regarding the relationship between men and women. And even though no one had proof of what exactly she was doing there, the complaints about noise disturbances soon became impossible to ignore.

For this reason, she was expecting a visit today from an employee of the housing association, a Mr. Paul Meier, to discuss the matter over a cup of tea. The time and day had been set at her request.

Miss Müller glanced at the clock above the kitchen door, hoping Mr. Meier would be sensible enough not to arrive too late. Finally, the doorbell rang, and Miss Müller rose from her seat to greet her guest; she was in no hurry, however, for no man was worth that kind of effort.

When she opened the door, she saw a man in a suit standing at the gate of her front garden. He was slender and pale, likely no older than thirty. His brown hair was neatly groomed and parted to the side. He gave the general impression of a dull desk jockey lacking any real assertiveness.

No wonder he was the one who had to carry out this unpleasant task.

"Don't keep a lady waiting, young man!" she called. "Get over here!"

Hesitating, the man turned the knob at the gate and approached the front door.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Miller," he said as he offered his hand. "I'm Mr. Meier."

"It's Miss Müller," she corrected as she shook his hand. "I'm not married and have no intention to change that."

"Of course, ma'am," Meier said with a blush. "I'll call you Miss Muller."

"And I'll just call you Paul," she said. It was not a request, and Mr. Meier was too perplexed to object.

 She led him into the kitchen and asked him to take a seat on a simple wooden chair at a round table. Both the chair and the table were painted light blue. The table was set with a lace cloth and a tea service. Hot steam was already rising from the teapot. A sugar bowl and a biscuit tin completed the setting.

The chair had neither a cushion nor anything else to make it comfortable. In contrast to Mr. Meier’s seating, Miss Müller pulled up a lovely little upholstered armchair and sat down elegantly.

As he felt the hard seat pressing against his soft bottom, Mr. Meier studied Miss Müller from head to toe.

Although she was approaching fifty, she took great care of her appearance and still drew many admiring glances from men when she strolled through the streets. Her jet-black hair was streaked with silver, yet her refined face showed only subtle lines, particularly around her mouth and eyes. She had a slight paunch, though it did not detract from her slender silhouette and was barely noticeable anyway, given her ample bosom. Her attire was elegant and feminine, consisting of a white blouse, a red shawl, and a long, black pleated skirt. She wore short boots with steel toes and soles that clicked menacingly as she walked.

“Well, Paul,” she said, pouring some tea into his cup, “tell me a little about yourself so we can get to know each other before we begin. Is there a little Mrs. Meier waiting for you at home?”

“Um… no, unfortunately not. I actually live alone,” he replied, completely caught off guard by this opening.

“Oh, why not?” Miss Müller pressed. “A handsome young man like you, without even a girlfriend… You aren’t gay, are you?”

Mr. Meier blushed. “I’m a ladies’ man,” he explained, “just a bit overworked and… um… shy.”

“Aha! That explains a lot!” said Miss Müller thoughtfully. “Then I suppose your right hand is your cock’s best friend.”

Mr. Meier stared at her, his face bright red. “Miss Miller! Can we please stop talking about my private life and get down to business?”

"But of course," she said, glancing over the rim of her teacup as she took a sip. She noticed that the slight bulge at his crotch had just become a little more pronounced. "You enjoy being flustered by an elegant lady, my little friend," Miss Müller thought, "even if you might not be aware of it yourself."

“And what are those pesky neighbors complaining about now? I have heard the noise is bothering them?” she asked.

“Um… yes,” replied Mr. Meier, grateful that the conversation was moving back in a predictable direction. “They said they hear dull thuds, banging, and… the screaming and sobbing of men. So, um… naturally, my superiors want to know the cause and how to put a stop to it. Um… may I ask: what exactly do you do here all day?”

“It’s simple!” exclaimed Miss Müller. “I tame men!”

Mr. Meier choked on his tea. “Um… you do what?”

“I tame, discipline, and humiliate men,” said Miss Müller nonchalantly.

“And they… they let you do that to them?” he asked, his eyes wide.

“Of course,” lied Miss Müller. “They actually beg for it and pay me. I’m a professional dominatrix, Paul. That’s how I earn my living; that’s how I pay the rent.”

Mr. Meier stared at her as he processed this information.

“Does that mean you spank grown men’s bare bottoms?” he asked incredulously.

“Yes, that too,” said Miss Müller with a smirk. “But I also spank their bollocks. I actually enjoy that much more!”

The mere mention of blows to the testicles was enough to make Mr. Meier cross his legs. “Why?” he breathed.

Miss Müller leaned forward and whispered, “Because it’s more fun and far more effective. A man suffering from testicular pain genuinely fears losing something indispensable to him. Everything else fades into the background; nothing remains but the pain and the fear for his manhood. Such a man will do anything to save his balls, even submit to unconditional obedience. Besides, this allows his testicles to fulfill their true purpose, aside from making babies, of course. Forget all that talk about building testosterone and making men strong and, well, ‘masculine.’ Most men do not use their testicles to make children and are completely unsuited to be fathers, or even mere procreators, anyway. The real reason Mother Nature gave you balls is to provide women with something they can use to control and punish men. Through lust and pain.“

Mr. Meier was sweating so profusely that he had to dab his forehead. Miss Müller watched him with a triumphant look, stretched out her legs, and demonstratively placed one foot on Mr. Meier’s chair, right between his legs. Mr. Meier shifted slightly to get away from it.

"A... a... and is there anything we can do to dampen the noise? Perhaps by installing soundproofing?" he asked hesitantly.

"Look around you! These rooms are cramped enough as it is!" she said matter-of-factly. "No, the neighbors will just have to get used to it, or turn off their hearing aids, or whatever. Besides, the neighbor women would do well to follow my example and hit their husbands in the balls. Every man needs a few solid whacks to the privates now and then to get back on the right track.”

“I… I don’t think my superiors will be satisfied with this outcome,” stammered Mr. Meier.

“Of course not,” said Miss Müller. “They are men, after all. Anyway, would you like some more tea, Paul, before you deliver the bad news?”

Mr. Meier felt he should leave as soon as possible, but he also considered himself a gentleman and didn't want to seem ungrateful, so he said, “Yes, please!”

Miss Müller stood up and lifted the teapot. Mr. Meier held out his cup for a refill. But as Miss Müller tilted the pot, the stream of hot tea shot past the cup and poured directly onto the by-now considerable bulge in Mr. Meier’s crotch.

"Aaaiiee!" he screamed, leaping up from his chair.

"Oops, how clumsy of me," said Miss Müller with a barely concealed grin.

Mr. Meier hopped up and down, trying to soak up the wet patches with a kitchen towel without rubbing the hot liquid in any deeper.

"Stop this nonsense, you silly man!" cried Miss Müller. "Take off your trousers and let some air get to your scalded balls!"

Mr. Meier hurriedly began fumbling with his belt, but Miss Müller pushed his hands aside, undid the buckle, and yanked his trousers and underpants down in one swift motion. The sudden movement caused Mr. Meier to land on his bare butt.

Miss Müller seized the opportunity to remove his shoes and socks and strip the trousers off him completely.

Mr. Meier sat there leaning back, legs splayed and propped up on his arms, breathing heavily as Miss Müller examined his privates. His scrotum was pink and slack, revealing the distinct shape and size of the testicles within.

Miss Müller was quite proud of herself. She had correctly gauged the time the tea needed to cool just enough so that the scald would not be too severe, yet still quite painful. Mr. Meier’s penis was spared the full force of the impact, as it had been in a semi-erect state when the tea struck his crotch. Now, it was limp again.

"Poor boy," murmured Miss Müller. "But don't worry, I have an ointment that will soothe you and help with the healing." She stood up and went to a kitchen cabinet, where she rummaged through a drawer. Then she returned with a small box and knelt down between his legs again.

Mr. Meier couldn't see what Miss Müller was doing because she was leaning too far forward. But finally, he felt something cold against the skin of his scrotum and calmed down a little. "That must be the ointment," he thought, when suddenly there was a click and he felt a tugging sensation on his balls.

Surprised, he leaned his upper body forward to see what was going on down there.

A metal ring with a keyhole encircled his scrotum. The ring was loose enough not to cut off circulation, yet tight enough to press his testicles against the base of the scrotum and pull the skin taut over them. The ring was attached to an iron chain that pulled his captive testicles upward.

Astonished, Mr. Meier looked up and saw Miss Müller towering over him. She held the chain connected to his testicles firmly in her left hand while raising a long wooden spoon threateningly in her right.

"I've got you by the balls, Paul!" she announced.

Mr. Meier tried to push himself up onto his hands and knees in order to break free from this madwoman and escape. But she wouldn't allow it.

Miss Müller gave his testicles a sharp tug, swung her spoon in a swift motion, and struck him right across both testicles!

"Ow!" he cried out and collapsed.

"You aren't going anywhere, Paul," said Miss Müller. "At least, not where you want to go. But we need to hurry; I need your help with something."

With that, she began dragging the sobbing man toward the back door by his testicles, striking them repeatedly in a steady rhythm until she finally hauled him out through the back door.

To be continued...

It was a hot day in late May when I finally fulfilled a childhood dream and bought a sports convertible, a used yellow Chevrolet Corvette C7. I had saved up for four years and ultimately had to take out an $80,000 loan to afford the car. For an ordinary person like me, that was a massive mountain of debt; practically my entire net worth and my financial future hinged on it. Yet, the certainty of finally being able to call such a car my own made it all worthwhile. 

The very next Friday afternoon, I set out on my first drive, one that was meant to last the entire weekend. I had specifically taken time off work for it. There was hardly another car in sight for miles, and I reveled in the freedom of a road trip across the American plains. At sunset, my C7 rolled into a small town located somewhere between anyhere and nowhere. The town sign bore the peculiar name "Ringing Bells", a name I would never forget. 

It didn’t take long for me to find a bar, the only one in the whole damn town. It was called "Zuzi’s Bell-Ringer," an obvious play on the town’s name. It wasn’t very busy inside at that time of day. A group of locals, mostly middle-aged blue-collar workers and country boys, had settled into the dark corners, watching three women play pool in the middle of the room. 

It was quite a diverse group: a slender Black woman with long, straightened hair, average-sized tits, and a sexy backside in cut-off denim shorts; a curvy Latina with long black curls and large, wonderfully soft tits that any man would love to use as a pillow; and a tall caucasian brunette. She, too, was wearing hot pants that showed off her toned legs, encased in cowboy boots. She also wore a white cowboy hat and a flannel shirt tied just below the bust; this lifted her boobs (a B-cup I guess) slightly and immediately drew my gaze to her cleavage. 

I tore myself away from the sight when I realized I’d been staring longer than was polite, and turned toward the bar. The bartender, a petite Asian woman with an athletic build and a bob haircut, greeted me with a smile and took my order. 

With a freshly poured beer in hand, I sat on a barstool and watched the women's game, while ignoring the locals' curious glances as best I could. In my youth, I was an avid pool player myself. And although I hadn't played for years, I still knew a great deal about the game and had a few tricks up my sleeve. Quietly, I began to size up the women's moves and tactics. 

By my third beer, I got a bit carried away and started commenting on the game out loud and criticized moves I considered poor. At first, the women ignored me, though they kept playing with even greater intensity. 

Eventually, the Black woman had enough of me. She raised her cue, pointed it at me, and snapped, "You think you're the king of the pool table, huh? But do you have the balls to prove it?" 

I feigned total nonchalance and took another sip of beer before replying, "Is that an invitation?" 

"A challenge!" the brunette interjected. 

"You against me," the Black woman declared. 

I grinned and said, "If push comes to shove, I'll take on all of you at once." 

"You're on!" cried the Latina, who was just chalking her cue. 

*Oh man, me and my big mouth*, I thought. But my pride wouldn't let me back down now. So I slid off the stool and grabbed a cue. "What are we playing for?" I asked. "A round of free beer for everyone?" 

"Yeah, that too," said the Black woman. "But let's make it a bit more interesting. Ever heard of strip pool?" 

Now I couldn't suppress my grin. I would have loved to see the three of them in their underwear, but even more so, completely naked. "Sound's great to me!" I said.

"Okay, girls, let's show this guy how it's done! I want to see him drop his pants! Veronica, you break." 

The Latina smiled. "As you wish, Chloe!" 

As soon as the game started, I realized how rusty I had become over the years. Knowing the theory of the game and actually playing it were clearly two completely different things. The girls took turns: first one of them would break, then I would, then the next. 

Veronica, the Latina, went first, followed by Michelle, the Caucasian girl, and finally Chloe, the Black girl and the toughest player of them all. 

I did manage a few pretty good shots, but in the end I lost round after round, and the pile of my belongings on a side table kept growing, while I felt increasingly exposed and humiliated. 

Eventually, my underpants were the only things preserving my dignity. Defeated, I raised my hands and placed my pants on the table. "Okay, girls, you win!" I announced. "Let's just leave it at that!" But Chloe wasn't having it. 

"No way," she said coolly. "Mom didn't raise me to do things by halves. We're playing another round, and then it's time for the big reveal, or is it more of a *little* reveal?" she taunted. 

I blushed. Although I knew my cock measured a respectable seven inches and there was no reason to be ashamed of it, I wasn't exactly keen on exposing it to a room full of strangers. Until then, seeing my cock and balls had been a privilege reserved for doctors and lovers. But since Chloe insisted, and the other two were eyeing me up and down like a piece of meat, eager to see more, I had no choice but to play along. 

So we started another round, and to cut a long story short: I lost! 

Now all eyes were on me, and a nerve-wracking silence filled the room. Chloe stood in front of me, looking at me expectantly. "Drop 'em!" she commanded. 

"Please, Chloe," I pleaded. "Don't do this to me!" But before I could even react, Michelle and Veronica were standing on either side of me; they grabbed the waistband of my underwear and quickly yanked it down to my ankles. My fully erect penis sprang free from the confines of the fabric, and the whole room erupted in uproarious laughter. 

Even though it wasn't actually cold, goosebumps broke out all over my body, and I felt my testicles begin to retract into my lower abdomen, as if sensing danger. 

Chloe, Michelle, Veronica, and pretty much everyone else were staring at my manhood, and I could hear the sound of photos being taken. Chloe grinned at me triumphantly. 

"Nice cock," she remarked. "And circumcised and shaved, too! I like it when a man makes an effort to show off his package!" People started giggling at her words. "You know what? I’m feeling generous today, I’ll give you one more chance to prove yourself. If you win this time, you can get dressed and leave as if nothing happened. If you lose, everything on this table, including your underwear, belongs to us." 

I swallowed hard. That would mean having to drive home naked! An experience I never wanted to have. The crowd grew excited, and everyone cheered. I tried to think clearly. She couldn't be serious, I thought. This was all just a game, a wicked, erotic game. I looked at her. Wasn't there a hint of lust on Chloe's face? Now I was certain she wasn't serious. She’d laugh, let me get dressed, have a drink with her, and maybe, just maybe, we’d end up in bed together. I certainly wouldn't mind. She was hot, and my hard cock was a clear sign of just how ready I was for it. 

"Okay," I said. "One last round, all or nothing!" 

This time, it was just the two of us. Chloe played brilliantly, as always, but I was nervous and tired. At first, she sank one ball after another, while I kept making mistakes. Eventually, though, I pulled myself together, and by the end, we were neck and neck. 

I needed just one good shot, one final, decisive shot, to clinch the victory. The room fell silent again. I leaned over the table and aimed my cue at the last ball. Sweat ran down my face and spine, and I could feel my penis pressing against the billiard table. 

Just as I was about to take the shot, I noticed Veronica at the other end of the table; she was grinning at me. I tried to focus on the ball. *Don't get distracted*, I told myself, *don't get distracted*... I drew back the cue, thrust it forward... and at that moment, Veronica yanked up her top and swung her huge, naked tits right into my line of fire. My cue slipped, missed the ball, and tore a long gash in the table's felt. 

For a few seconds, everyone held their breath. Then, cheers, laughter, and jeers erupted in the room once more. I had lost for good! 

I shouted, "Foul! Foul!" but no one heard or cared about my words. They were all too busy celebrating Chloe's victory over me. Still, I believed it was all just a prank, so I decided to play along, congratulate Chloe in person, and claim a well-deserved reward for having been a good sport. 

It wasn’t easy to get through to her, but a naked man in the middle of a fully clothed crowd draws attention, and so a gap finally opened up for me. 

"Well done, Chloe!" I shouted. "Let me give you a victory kiss now!" 

Without waiting for an answer, I pulled her close and pressed my lips against hers... and at that moment, an agonizing wave of pain exploded right between my legs. 

I groaned and gagged as a hot, stabbing pain shot from my groin straight into my stomach. I doubled over and had the crowd not immediately grabbed me by the arms and hauled me away from Chloe, I would have collapsed to the ground. 

I’d taken a knee to the crotch once before during a schoolyard fight, that had been bad, but this was ten times worse. Back then it had been an accident, but Chloe had put her full strength into it. I could actually feel my testicles being crushed between my pelvis and her kneecap. 

"How dare you!" Chloe screamed, and before I could say a word, the toe of her boot slammed into my balls again with a loud smack. This time, I let out a high-pitched shriek and clamped my legs together to shield my balls from further attacks. Nausea washed over me, and I was certain my balls would be flattened forever after that impact. 

"Hold his legs apart!" Chloe yelled furiously. The people obeyed, leaving my testicles exposed as defenseless targets. Apparently, no one wanted to mess with Chloe when she was angry. "I’m going to teach you a lesson for sexually harassing me, you bastard!" she roared; then she took a running start and landed another direct hit with her foot. 

Chloe was just about to launch another attack on my crotch when Michelle stopped her. "Calm down, Chloe! Leave something for the rest of us to crush, too!" Chloe glared at her friend, but then she smiled and nodded.

Michelle turned toward me, ran over, slid down to the floor, and skidded right up to me until she could ram her elbow hard into my balls. "That’s what you get for staring down my cleavage, you wanker!" 

That was too much for my stomach and Michelle managed to roll aside just in time before I threw up. Everyone backed away, and I sank to the floor, trembling and doubled over in pain. 

Then a splash of liquid hit my face: the bartender had poured a mug of water over my head to wash away the vomit. 

"Looks like our guest is in the mood for some more ball games again, and this time, he’s bringing the balls himself!" she announced. 

Once again, many hands lifted me up and carried me over to the pool table. My whole body went limp, like a doll whose strings had been cut. They lifted my legs until my knees touched my chest, then hoisted me onto the corner of the pool table so that my genitals dangled right over the pocket. 

"No! No! No! Not that!" I stammered when I realized what they had in store for me, but it was no use.

I heard a woman shout, "Look! His balls are trying to retract!" but Veronica took a claw clip from her curly hair and declared, "Not on my watch!" With that, she clamped the clip onto my scrotum, pinching off my spermatic cords and pinning my testicles to the bottom of the sac so there was no escape for them.

Someone laid the balls out on the table, and Chloe, Michelle, Veronica, and even the bartender took turns shooting billiard balls at my testicles. I began to weep uncontrollably like a child, letting out a whimpering "Oww" with every impact of a ball against my testicles.

I don’t remember how long it lasted, but eventually, they lowered me back down to the ground. I huddled there, trying to make myself as small as possible. Shortly after, I heard approaching footsteps and knew I was surrounded by Chloe and her friends.

Someone, most likely Veronica, squatted down, reached between my legs, and grabbed my testicles. She removed the clamp from my ball bag and gave my balls a light tap; which was still enough to make me whimper and tremble, as I was extremely sensitive now. Then Michelle stepped behind me and slammed the metal toe of her cowboy boot hard against my balls. I yelped and actually jumped forward a bit like a frog. "That was fun!" she said. "We should pick up on this some time, don't you think?"

I burried my face in my palms and embraced myself for what ever Chloe was comming up with now. But it seems she wasn't even interested in torturing my poor balls anymore. Instead she walked past me and the three of them approached the table with my things."Let’s see what he’s got on him!" Michelle said. 

"Ooh," Veronica said. "Are those his car keys? Cool! I wonder what the car looks like!" 

My pulse immediately started racing. "No, not my car!" I begged.

But the women didn't even spare me a glance. They cleared everything off the table and marched outside, the car keys jingling in Chloe's hand.

Summoning my last reserves of strength and willpower, I hauled myself up, though I could only crawl rather than walk, and tried to follow them. Outside, the sun had nearly set, but I could see the three of them approaching my C7. 

"Oh, a Chevrolet Corvette C7!" Chloe exclaimed excitedly. "I’ve wanted one of these since I was a little girl! Let’s see what this ride can do!"

Then they carelessly tossed my clothes into the trunk, got in, and started the engine. I managed to get onto my trembling legs and tried to grab hold of the car somehow. But before I could get close enough, they drove off, leaving me to swallow a mouthful of dust.

There I stood, stark naked and with swollen, aching testicles, in a strange town, staring at the spot where, just moments before, my most prized possession, the symbol of all my hopes and dreams, had been. I was completely overwhelmed and unable to grasp what all this meant for me and my future life.

Then a snapping sound echoed through the air, and I felt another sudden, stabbing pain radiating from my balls. 

"Oh no!" I squeaked. "Not again!" I fell to the ground once more and curled up in the fetal position, only to be immediately kicked in the side and rolled onto my back.

Zuzi, the Asian bartender and owner of the bar, towered over me. She was holding a wet towel, the very one she had just used to smack me in the balls from behind.

I lay sprawled on my back, limbs splayed out like a turtle that had landed on its shell. Suddenly, she stomped her right foot onto my unprotected genitals, ground her heel into my big swollen balls, and pressed the sole of her foot against my cock. My howl of pain echoed through the town.

"You can't leave yet," she stated matter-of-factly. "You haven't settled your tab!"

I stared at her speechlessly, as if I didn't know what a tab was.“Let’s see,” she said, picking up a notepad and pencil. “That’s four beers you drank yourself, plus everything consumed at the bar after 8 p.m. today, and on top of that, the ruined pool table... Hmm... let’s say 8,000 dollars, and we’ll call it even.” 

“But, but... I don’t have anything on me!” I stammered. “Those...” I wanted to say “sluts,” but corrected myself just in time to “ladies.” “...stole my clothes, my wallet, my cash, my cards, and even my car!”

The bartender increased the pressure on my testicles, and I howled again.

“No,” she said. “They won it all in a fair bet. In strip pool, the wallet goes into the pot if you leave it in your pocket. And if you leave your car keys in there, the same applies to the car. Those are the rules here.” 

“But, but I really have nothing left to pay with!” I squeaked. 

“Then you’ll just have to work it off!” she said with a cold smile. “You can start right away. And since you can barely walk, you get to scrub the floors today, naked and on all fours! I think I'll keep you naked, that'll draw some more traffic to my bar. People will love making fun of you!"

It took me the entire summer to work off my debt at "Zuzi’s Bell-Ringer."

Zuzi forced me to work as a naked waiter and cleaner the whole time.

The guests found it highly amusing; they loved mocking me and threatening to kick or punch me in the balls, and every day I got smacked on my bare backside. They called me "Ass Boy."

Zuzi didn't hold back either; she would lash out at my balls with her towel or spank me whenever she was displeased with me, or simply whenever she felt like it. The constant abuse caused my testicles to turn purple, and they never shrank back to their normal size. It became increasingly difficult for me to get a boner, and eventually, my cock remained permanently limp.

By the time I finally returned to my hometown, I had long since been fired and evicted from my apartment. With no money, no place to stay, and not even any identification, I had no choice but to join the ranks of the homeless beggars. Although I am impotent and most likely sterile, I still get horny. Whenever I see pretty young women who resemble Chloe or one of her friends, I feel my testicles trying to retract, though they never quite manage it, as they have grown too large for that by now.

Sometimes I still have nightmares about Chloe and wake up with aching, throbbing balls.

A divorce where the wife gets custody of the ex husbands balls. Something with a “family jewels clause” that slides under the radar of the husband and his lawyer so he doesn’t realize he’s signing his balls away when they sign the papers and the divorce is finalized - something about making it seem like it’s her getting actual jewelry instead of his family jewels. Maybe they’re tricked easily because it’s an amicable split?

Maybe they have a ballbusting past too when they were a couple to make it fun and why she wants his balls?

When she finally collects, she gives him no choice since he signed (maybe he’d owe her outrageous amounts of money if he doesn’t get neutered?) and she ends up snipping him.

I’d love for them to meet again later and she shows off his little sack as a coin purse and his little nuts as earrings or jewelry

Could even be a two parter because I like when stories visit the eunuch later and kind of rub it in (especially when the balls aren’t destroyed and she still has his manhood as her property). She can be sure to make it known to others that his balls are hers

We're on vacation at the nude beach, it's the middle of the week, and things have gotten quieter. Our family set up a big umbrella and a bunch of towels. It looks like we're living on the sand. Our parents decided to go for a walk down the beach, leaving me alone with my sister Kayley. Things have been a little weird between us since she accused me of perving on her. Ironically, I wasn't perving on her, I was perving on Mom.

Kayley and I sat next to each other on our beach chairs. I was reading, and Kayley was watching the birds on the shore fight over some shells. It was really relaxing, and I was taken by surprise when I felt a hand on my balls. I looked down to see that Kayley had reached over to grab my balls.

"What are you doing?" I asked in surprise.

"Just having a little fun. They're hanging there, and I couldn't resist."

"What if I did that to your tit?"

"I would pop one of your balls."

I looked at her big breast, right next to me. I wanted to do it, but I also wanted to keep my balls in one piece.

"Why are you busting my balls?"

"Look, you've been perving, and Mom and I- I'm just keeping you under control." She pushed her fingers into them, I moaned quietly. "Besides, you like it. You keep cumming."

She had me there. As much as it hurts, it gets me hard, and I've cum twice from Mom squeezing my family jewels.

"I can't believe you got a boner staring at Mom, you're such a fuck-nut."

"I got a boner from you too," I said, looking down at my hard cock.

"I'm your sister, you shouldn't be getting boners from me either."

"Well ... your hand is on my balls."

"Are you going to blow a load for me too?"

"You keep squeezing them and I will."

She didn't let go, she kneaded my balls in her fingers. It felt good, and I was busy looking sideways at her nice big tits. My cock felt so hard, and it was rubbing against her arm.

"I don't know why you make such a big deal about me getting an erection. Guys get them all the time."

"Yeah, I know."

"You could take it as a compliment."

"I could." Her fingers pushed into my soft testicles, deforming them flat.

"Ouch, fuck, Kayley!"

"Is there a problem?" she asked innocently.

"Cut it out, you're hurting my balls."

She eased up a bit, then looked at me. "Be honest with me, do you really want me to stop?"

"I ... uh ... no."

"That's what I thought."

Kayley turned towards me and took a ball in each hand. She tugged on them and squeezed. "I have to admit, I like messing with your balls. It's fun to watch you squirm and whine about it."

"Kayley ... it hurts."

"Sure it does, but look how hard your dick is." She took my cock in her hand and squeezed it. That was all I needed, I blew a load of cum onto my stomach.

"Fuck! You're cumming again?" she said, and she drew her fist back and punched me in the balls. I grabbed at my cock and balls, trying to cover up. She pulled her fist back, and I let go of my balls and held my throbbing cock out of the way, then I spread my legs for her. She looked me in the eyes, realizing that I just opened my legs so she could pound my balls. The faintest smile crossed her face, then she drove her fist into my nuts.

"FUCK!" I groaned as I shot a rope of cum all the way up to my face. I doubled over and lay on the beach towel in a strange mix of agony and ecstasy. My cock was still pumping cum out, my balls ached, and I was finishing the most amazing orgasm of my life. And ... I was looking at my sister's tits.

"I was wrong about you, I thought you were just perving on Mom and me because we were naked," Kayley said. "But you're just a pervert. Plain and simple."

That afternoon, a friend and I set up a double date with two girls to watch a movie, and honestly, they weren't all that interested in what we were watching.

Beatrice was wearing a little blouse that accentuated her cleavage. She was short, busty, and had a tiny waist. She was super hot, but nothing compared to Danielle. Danielle was my crush. She was a gorgeous blonde, tall, with strong legs like a good dancer. She had small breasts, but an incredible ass that mesmerized me whenever I saw her walk. She was wearing those tight jeans that really highlighted her rear.

Suddenly, on screen, one of the actresses kicked the main character in the balls, and he did the typical routine: he opened his eyes wide, slowly moved his hands to his crotch, and dropped to his knees on the floor, knocked out by the pain. To be honest, it was terrible acting...

"Why does it always happen like that?" Andrew asked. "There's no way a little kick down there knocks you out like that. Movies always exaggerate"

"I've crushed plenty of guys' balls, Andy, and they always end up on the floor just like that", Danielle said.

"The funniest part is the look of fear on their faces" Beatrice replied with a mischievous little smile... "you can see how terrified they are that it'll never get hard again after a good knee to the groin".

"Naaah" I replied. "There are way worse pains than that. I'm sure most guys are just acting"

"Have you ever been kicked down there", Beatrice challenged me.

"No, but...

"Then don't talk about things you don't know. I could leave you crumpled on the floor with one little kick to the balls".

"You wish"

At that moment, Danielle paused the movie.

"Let's make a bet", she said. "You each take a kick from us. And if you fall, you have to take a kick from the other one"

"And if we don't fall?", I challenged her.

"We'll send you a nudes pack from each of us, as long as you swear not to share it with anyone... But, Andrew, you're going down".

The bet was impossible to refuse. I had jerked off a thousand times thinking about Danielle's ass. The chance to see her naked was my dream.

"What are the rules?", Andrew asked, who didn't sound so convinced.

"Danielle kicks Andrew, I kick Bastian", Beatrice said. "You stand with your backs turned, hands on your head, and each of us gets one kick. If you dodge, you lose. If your knees touch the floor, you lose"

"Deal!", I shouted before Andrew could back out.

"Im first", Danielle said, super excited.

Andrew gave a look of early regret, stood up, and walked over to his execution. And I saw the whole thing...

He stood with his back to Danielle, spread his legs, and put his hands on his head. He looked up at the ceiling and closed his eyes...

Danielle took three steps back, gathered momentum, aimed, and slammed her right foot right into my friend's balls.

CLAAAAAAP! The sound filled the room.

And it all happened in a split second: from where I was standing, it was as if Andrew's body just shut down from the blow. First, his eyes flew open, his knees snapped together, and immediately after, they hit the floor. Then his torso collapsed into a fetal position. He didn't even put his hands out to break his fall.

Andrew didn't scream or groan. He just twisted his mouth and, once on the floor, started weakly kicking his feet against the ground like a kid throwing a tantrum. He clutched his scrotum while tears ran down his face. Just watching it made my own knees buckle together; I crossed my legs and cupped my own balls.

About 10 seconds of silence passed before Beatrice broke into laughter. She stood up, high-fived Danielle, and they both did that little jump girls do when they celebrate. Meanwhile, Andrew was still on the floor, twitching his legs and whimpering.

"Get up, Andrew, you're next for mine", Beatrice said. But the poor guy couldn't even stand up.

"Please, dont..." he begged.

"A bet's a bet, Andrew", Beatrice said, trying to pull him up, but he was completely dead weight.

"I think we need to let him recover. Honestly, I kicked him right up into his throat", Danielle laughed.

"Then you're up, Bastian", Beatrice pointed at me.

In that instant, pure panic struck me. All the arousal that had led me to accept the bet vanished in a single second. I looked at Andrew on the floor, and my stomach dropped to my feet: he was curled into a perfect ball, trembling, with white knuckles from clutching his crotch, letting out muffled groans that sounded like a wounded animal. The guy couldn't even catch his breath; every gasp of oxygen triggered a gag of pure agony. What the fuck had I done? A few fucking nudes weren't worth this. No pair of cheeks, no matter how perfect Danielle's were, justified putting my testicles through a public execution. I was about to open my mouth to say I was backing out, but my pride froze my throat.

"Danielle's a dancer, maybe Beatrice isn't as strong", I desperately consoled myself. "And if Beatrice doesn't knock me down, I'm safe... I get saved from the second kick".

"Leave him infertile", I heard Danielle say, right before letting out a malicious giggle that sounded like a death sentence to me.

Beatrice took my hand and led me like someone walking to the gallows. I surreptitiously pulled my pants down a bit, hoping the denim would cushion the blow. I put my hands behind my head, stared at the floor, and waited.

"Shit, shit, shit", My mind was screaming.

I heard Beatrice take two steps back and gain momentum. I saw her foot appear between my legs at full speed and my knees clamped shut out of sheer panic, but her instep stopped just millimeters from my crotch.

Then, she walked around to my front and pulled my pants back up properly.

"Spread your legs Wide", she instructed with complete coldness.

I took a glance at Andrew, who was still writhing in his own sweat, and swallowed hard.

Beatrice stood behind me again. She took two small steps back. I closed my eyes. She took aim and...

CLAAAAAAAAAAAAAP! BEATRICE'S FOOT HIT RIGHT ON THE SACK.

"OMG!!!", Danielle gasped, but nobody could hear her over my scream.

UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH!!!!!!

My reaction was immediate: my feet lifted off the ground, my eyes rolled back, and my hands flew down. I took a few desperate little hops, but it was useless. The impact sent an electric shock straight up into my abdomen, like a red-hot iron rod shoved into my gut. My breath was cut off instantly; I tried to inhale and only a pathetic whistle came out. My head started pounding, and my mouth filled with cold, bitter saliva.

The pain buckled my knees, and I dropped to the floor, yielding to the urge to collapse against the ground to hold back the nausea. My embarrassment and the desire to see Danielle dissolved into pure agony. I would have rather never seen a naked woman again in my life just to extinguish that inferno between my legs.

"My balls, God, my balls! They're gone! You broke my fucking balls, Beatrice, holy shit! I'm such an idiot, what the fuck did you do?! You broke my balls!"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!", Danielle burst out, holding her stomach from laughing so hard.

Beatrice was choking with laughter, pointing her finger at me while I writhed next to the social corpse that was Andrew. They looked at each other, high-fived, and cracked up seeing two arrogant guys reduced to a pair of crying fetuses on the rug. To them, the spectacle of our humiliation was a thousand times better than the movie.

Danielle squatted next to me, breathing heavily from laughing, and whispered in my ear: "I see the way you look at my ass, sweetie. You better recover, because mine is really going to send you to the hospital".

To be continued.

I first met Chloe at trade school, in the electrical program. I noticed her right away. Partly because she was one of the only girls out of a hundred or so students, but mainly because she was really hot. She was blonde, with a cute face that seemed stuck in a permanent smile. Her height was average, but she looked taller because she was so skinny, and that slim frame made her big perky tits look even bigger. They sat high on her chest and bounced a little every time she laughed.

I spent the whole day admiring her from afar. She was easily the most popular girl in the program, and the other guys swarmed her during every break, so I never found an opening to talk to her.

When class let out, Chloe gathered her things, walked out the door, and I was happy to see she headed off on foot in the same direction as me. She had to live in my neighborhood.

Over the following days, whenever class got boring, I kept observing her from afar. I had a feeling she used to be a bit of a tomboy, because she got along best with the guys. She was still very much a girl, but she joked around with the male students without any hesitation, trading insults and shoulder punches like one of the boys. She was constantly surrounded by a little court of suck-ups, all of them like me, probably dying to get into her pants.

One guy, Derek, tried a slightly different strategy. His looks were pretty average, so I have no idea where he found the confidence, but he started flirting with her at every opportunity, loudly and obnoxiously.

Chloe didn't seem to mind at first. I think she found it funny.

When class ended, Derek insisted on walking her home. Chloe let him, but I could tell she was getting annoyed. His hand kept drifting toward her waist and she kept sidestepping it.

I walked half a block behind them, hoping he would go too far and give me the chance to play the white knight. I passed the time admiring her tight little butt swaying as she walked. For such a skinny girl, she had surprisingly muscular legs, toned calves flexing with every step.

Derek kept pestering her, leaning into her space again and again, and she finally had enough. She stopped dead, turned toward him, and very casually sent her boot flying up between his legs. The kick landed so deep I could see the tip of her boot poke out behind Derek's ass.

Derek froze on the spot. His eyes crossed, his mouth fell open, and his hands hovered uselessly at his sides while his brain caught up with his balls. Then a strangled squeak came out of him, several octaves above his normal voice, and he crumpled straight down onto his knees. From there he toppled sideways into a hedge, curled up like a shrimp around his crushed nuts, shoes twitching in the air.

Chloe looked down at the results of her handiwork, one hand on her hip, a satisfied little smile on her cute face. She wiggled her toes inside her boot, tilted her head at the groaning lump in the bushes, and giggled.

My heart was pounding like a drum at what I had just witnessed. I had always had a huge ballbusting fetish, so watching Chloe demolish Derek like that instantly became the sexiest thing I had ever seen. I kept walking toward them while Derek writhed helplessly on the sidewalk, and that was when Chloe noticed me.

"Hey! You're in my class, right?" she called out, waving me over. "Mind giving me a hand getting him onto that bench?"

I jogged over like my life depended on it. Derek was still folded in half on the ground, both hands buried between his thighs, rocking back and forth.

"Come on, big guy, up you get," Chloe said, grabbing him under one armpit.

I took the other side and we hauled him up together. Derek's legs wobbled like wet noodles, so we half carried, half dragged him to the bench a few meters away and dropped him onto the seat. He immediately slumped sideways and curled up again, hiccupping between groans.

"My... my balls," he mumbled into the wooden slats, his voice totally wrecked. "She got... oh god, my balls."

"Shhh, it's okay," Chloe said, patting his head like a good dog.

I stood there awkwardly, my eyes darting between her and the whimpering wreck next to her. My mouth spoke before my brain could stop it.

"Wow. You kicked him really hard."

Chloe let out a light little laugh, like I had said something silly.

"Haha, you guys are always so dramatic. That was just a good tap. I've given plenty of kicks way harder than that," she said, giggling.

I felt my face go warm. Despite my fetish, I had always been embarrassed by the weakness of my gender.

"Oh. Well, um. Maybe he just has weak nuts or something," I offered.

Chloe burst out laughing, her big tits bouncing with it. She threw her head back, then wiped a tear from the corner of her eye.

"Weak nuts?" she cackled. "Weak and nuts are pretty much the same word. All you boys have weak nuts. Every single one of you."

She punctuated the sentence by poking a finger into Derek's shoulder. He answered with a miserable groan and curled up even tighter.

Once I got home, I was so worked up that I had to jerk off twice before my dick finally calmed down.

That single kick had elevated Chloe from a hot girl I was interested in to a full-blown infatuation. I could still picture it perfectly every time I closed my eyes. Her boot swinging up, Derek's eyes crossing, the little giggle she let out while he crumpled. I now had one goal and one goal only: find a way to get closer to her and, hopefully, experience her ballbusting skills for myself.

The thought alone made me shiver. Getting kicked by Chloe, those toned legs swinging up between my thighs, her satisfied smile looking down at me while I crumbled at her feet.

There was just one problem. I absolutely did not want to get busted in front of the other students. If I collapsed in front of the whole class the way Derek did, crying and holding my balls while everyone filmed it on their phones, it would be far too humiliating. No, if I wanted Chloe's foot in my nuts, it had to happen in private.

So I had to be patient and wait for the right opportunity.

Over the next few weeks, I got to witness Chloe in action a few more times. Mostly quick sack taps when she was joking around with a classmate. Nothing serious, just her hand darting out, a yelp, and her laughing while the guy doubled over for a minute.

But the best one happened at the weekly party the students threw every Thursday, at someone's place near campus.

A drunk guy from the plumbing program was getting handsy with one of the girls from my class. He kept grabbing at her waist and pulling her back every time she tried to step away, and the situation was escalating. Guys were starting to stand up, the girl was getting visibly upset, when Chloe simply walked over.

She came up behind him, planted her foot, and delivered a brutally hard kick from behind, straight up between his legs.

I was lucky enough to have a front row seat. I happened to be standing a few meters in front of the guy, looking at the commotion and wondering if I should intervene, when I saw her leg swing into view between his legs. I watched her foot crush his nuts dead on and watched his face crumble in real time. She clearly hadn't lied about that kick she gave Derek. This one was much, much harder.

The guy went stiff as a board. His hands shot down between his legs and he rose up on his tiptoes, mouth open in a silent scream, eyes staring at nothing. Then a long wheeze escaped him, like air leaking out of a balloon, and his knees knocked together. He slowly toppled forward and hit the floor flat on his face, ass slightly up in the air, both hands crushed under his pelvis, and just laid there twitching and drooling on the carpet.

The whole party went dead silent for a second, then erupted into laughter and cheers. Chloe took a little bow.

I stood there with my heart hammering. Looking at her foot as she balanced back on her heel, I realized the guy's nuts had probably only survived that kick because the impact came from the top of her foot, and because she was wearing flat sandals that night instead of her usual boots. If she had been wearing boots, if the hard toe of a boot had connected with that much force, she would have popped them like grapes. The thought made my stomach flip.

It also terrified me, because I was next in line, if I ever worked up the nerve. I suddenly understood exactly what I was signing up for.

The fear and the arousal hit me at the same time. My dick swelled up in my jeans, rock hard, right there in the middle of the party. I grabbed the nearest cushion off the couch and held it casually in front of my crotch, praying nobody noticed, while the drunk plumber was carried out the front door by his friends, still cupping his balls and moaning.

My opportunity finally came a couple of weeks later. The instructor split us into pairs for a wiring project, and luck, or fate, put me with Chloe.

"I want to get this done quickly," she said after class, slinging her bag over her shoulder. "Are you free today? My place is ten minutes away."

My place is ten minutes away. Those words played on repeat in my head the whole walk. This was my chance!

We actually worked for about an hour, spread out on her living room table, her bare feet tucked under her on the couch. I was distracted the entire time by her big tits swaying whenever she leaned over the diagrams, but somehow we got through half the project.

Then she got bored. I could see it happening. Her pen started drifting away from the paper, and she flicked it at me. I flicked it back. She threw a gummy bear at my head. I threw three back at her. She shrieked and grabbed the whole bag, and soon we were wrestling over it, giggling like idiots on her couch, her body warm and soft against mine.

At some point I got her arms pinned over her head, both of us laughing and out of breath.

"Say uncle," I said.

"Screw you," she laughed, squirming under me.

This was my chance. But I couldn't help but feel fear. Images of Derek folded on the sidewalk, of the plumber flat on his face and drooling, flashed through my head. Every guy in her orbit ended up the same way. I knew exactly how this play-fight ended. I wanted it, but could I take it?

But my dick was already getting hard against her hip, and there was no way I was stopping now. The arousal won, like it always did.

So I did the dumbest, smartest thing of my life. I smirked down at her and puffed out my chest.

"You can't do anything , I've got your hands" I teased, inching my hips closer, practically begging her.

The smile on her face changed into something else entirely. She stopped squirming.

Chloe went completely still under me, and I felt her thigh shift between my legs.

"How about this?" she asked sweetly.

Her knee rocketed up. She didn't need a running start, she didn't even need her hands. My legs were spread wide around her, my weight dropped low to pin her, and my balls were hanging right there, practically gift-wrapped.

Her kneecap slammed into them with all the power of her toned leg. Both of them, dead center, crushed flat against my pelvis.
My brain whited out. My hands sprang open on pure reflex, releasing her wrists, and my whole body locked up. I couldn't even scream at first, the pain was so total that no sound came out. My mouth just hung open while my lungs forgot how to work.

"Oh! Gotcha!" Chloe chirped underneath me.

I sagged down onto her,wrapping into her chest, my face burying itself between her big soft tits. My hips jerked backward, trying to escape the knee still pressed against my aching sack, but my body had nothing left. My arms gave out and I slid off her, tumbling off the couch and landing in a heap on her living room floor.

That was when the sound finally came out. A long, high squeal that didn't even sound like my voice.

"My balls," I wheezed, both hands clamped over my crotch, knees pulled up to my chest. "Oh god, oh god, my balls."

I rocked back and forth on her carpet. It hurt so much more than I had ever imagined. Watching Derek and the plumber had done nothing to prepare me for the deep, nauseating ache that was spreading through my entire gut, the way my stomach felt like I needed to puke.

I had gotten exactly what I asked for, and part of me was already regretting every life choice that had led me here.

Chloe sat up on the couch and peeked over the edge at me, her blonde hair spilling over her face, grinning from ear to ear.

"Awww, nooo," she cooed, resting her chin on her hands. "Was that too hard for your weak little nuts?"

I couldn't answer. I just groaned and curled up tighter, and she burst out laughing.

I lay there groaning on her carpet, still cupping my throbbing balls, while Chloe rolled onto her belly on the couch and propped her chin in her hands to watch me suffer.

"Hey, question," she said, curious. "Was that your first time getting racked?"

I peeked up at her between my fingers, face burning.

"Wh-what? No. I mean... yeah," I croaked.

Chloe's grin got even wider.

"I knew it! I could totally tell," she said, delighted. "You left yourself wide open. Legs spread, everything just hanging out. A guy who's taken a hit before knows to protect the goods."

She wiggled her bare toes behind her, swinging her feet like a bored teenager.

"Honestly, you basically begged for it. You pinned me and then just sat there with your nuts out like a present."

"Couldn't... just... kick less hard ?," I groaned, still rocking on the floor.

"Less hard?" she snorted. "Sweetie, I didn't knee you that hard. I was on my back so I couldn't put my weight into it."

She reached over the side of the couch and patted my head, the same way she had patted Derek's.

"Don't worry, everybody's first time is rough. Derek cried for ten minutes, and I also barely tapped him."

"I'm not crying," I muttered.

"You're not crying yet," she corrected, giggling. "Give it a minute. It comes in waves."

She was right, of course. Another surge of nausea rolled through my gut and I curled up even tighter, pressing my forehead against her carpet.

"Awww, there it is," she cooed. "Wave number two. Try to relax and think how much worse it could have been."

Honestly, laying on the floor of her apartment, holding my aching balls while she looked down at me with that satisfied smile, it hurt like hell, but some twisted part of me was already thinking about how I could engineer a next time.

This story was inspired by the first ten minutes of a movie I watched on TV late at night as a teenager. I was too tired to watch the whole film, and I don't remember the title either. I’m not even sure if it actually featured "ballbusting"—I probably just imagined that part—but there was definitely a very humiliating CFNM scene.

Note: This is a purely fictional story, and all characters are over the age of 18. The story deals with the following themes: ballbusting, CFNM, SPH, and castration.

The museum was dark and silent when Bob began his rounds. It was his first day as a night watchman—the start of an exciting new career path. Until recently, he had worked as a copywriter. But after being replaced by AI, he had to find a new source of income. So, he invested his modest savings in retraining and could now call himself a certified security expert. This new job promised to be fundamentally different from his old one: it required more physical activity and—he hoped—more action. The latter, of course, only if something actually happened. For the most part, however, his work consisted of sitting on a chair, watching live feeds from various surveillance cameras on the monitors, and keeping an eye out for alarms. He found the occasional rounds to be almost a welcome change of pace. The corridors and exhibition halls were dimly lit by emergency lighting, and Bob kept his flashlight ready to illuminate the darkest corners. His footsteps echoed deafeningly through the building as he slowly approached the jewelry section.

This was the centerpiece of the current traveling exhibition, which showcased the family treasures of historic royal houses to curious visitors. The showpiece among them was the "Eye of Medusa", a gemstone the size of a chicken egg that shimmered with rainbow colors and had only recently been discovered at an archaeological site in Greece. Historians speculated that it had once been the crown jewel of a royal treasury or a temple. Its value was estimated at over 100 million dollars. The museum director had sternly impressed upon him the need to be especially vigilant, as this particular gemstone could attract unsavory characters. Normally, two security guards should have been on duty, but Bob’s colleague had called in sick at the last minute, and no replacement could be found in time.

Bob checked his work phone again; it was linked to the surveillance system, allowing him to toggle between the feeds from the various cameras. Suddenly, the sound of shattering glass echoed through the corridors. It was coming directly from the jewelry department ahead of him. Bob hesitated. Perhaps he should call for backup right away. On the other hand, he didn't want to risk calling someone unnecessarily, so he decided to assess the situation first. That way, he could tell the police exactly what to expect. Bob slipped his phone back into his pocket and sneaked up to the doorway.

He drew his gun and cautiously held it out in front of him, just in case he needed to defend himself. What Bob saw when he finally reached the entrance to the jewelry section left him speechless. Four women moved through the room with feline grace. They wore skintight catsuits. The fabric of their suits shimmered in the dim light, revealing a metallic honeycomb pattern. Their uniform-like attire made them look like a troupe of stage performers, especially since they all shared the same physique, slender yet with firm buttocks and taut breasts, while their zippers were left partially open, revealing a seductive cleavage.

Their appearance was clearly inspired by comic books and stirred memories of his youth, of the time when Bob loved rubbing his erect member through his pants while gazing at pictures of Catwoman. But unlike Catwoman, these women wore neither masks with cat ears nor high heels. Instead, their heads and faces remained uncovered, and they wore flat shoes. A far more sensible choice, Bob thought to himself, yet they were not a whit less sexy for it. In fact, he felt the blood rush to his loins at the mere sight of them. Even their hairstyles were identical; they wore their hair pulled back tightly into a bun at the nape of the neck, another sensible choice that ensured their hair wouldn't get in the way or snag on anything. They differed only in hair color: one was black-haired, one blonde, one a redhead, and the fourth a brunette. How had they gotten in? Somehow, they must have tampered with the alarm system and the surveillance cameras in this showroom, Bob reasoned. He was clearly dealing with professionals.

Several of the display cases containing jewelry and gemstones were already standing wide open. Now, the intruders were working on the case in the center of the room, the one holding the "Eye of Medusa." Bob prepared himself to intervene. With his gun drawn in his right hand, he took a step back and tried to pull out his work phone with his left. He had just raised the screen to his face and was about to press the dial button when he suddenly felt a sharp, agonizing pain in his crotch. Images of Catwoman swinging her whip and hitting a guard right in the balls flashed through his mind. With a shrill scream, he dropped both the gun and the phone. His knees gave way. Nausea washed over him. Groaning pitifully, Bob slumped to the floor and curled up in the fetal position. Instinctively, he clutched his crotch, feeling his testicles throbbing as if they had a heartbeat of their own. "My balls! My balls!" he whimpered.

“Look who’s come to check on us,” a female voice mocked. “The cavalry!” 

“Infantry,” a second voice corrected. “Cavalry ride horses.” 

“Oh, come on, Malia! Don’t act like such a know-it-all!” Footsteps approached the spot where Bob was writhing in pain. Someone picked up his weapon from the ground and kicked his phone into the darkness. "Anyway, good work, Jenn," the redhead said to someone Bob couldn't see. "You hit him right where it hurts!" 

"Thanks," replied the woman named Jenn. "His legs were spread so wide, he was practically asking for it!" Before he realized what was happening, Bob was lying in the center of a circle formed by the legs of five women.

"Okay," someone said, "but what do we do now, Caitlyn? Didn't you say you’d spiked the guard's drink so he’d call in sick and not show up for work today?" 

"That was the other guy. Our friend here must be the new one!" the redhead replied. 

"Oh, wow!" someone exclaimed. "What a way to impress the bosses on his very first day!" 

All the women laughed, but the laughter was abruptly cut short by another question. "But do you think he had time to call for backup?" 

"Nope," said Jenn. "I kicked him in the balls before he could even make the call." 

"N... no!" Bob protested, coughing. "I... I did call; they're on their way." 

"Stop lying so pathetically, you little shit!" Caitlyn said, kicking him in the kidneys. "You failed!" 

"I can't believe they still hire men for jobs like this. I mean, hello! They’ve got those super-sensitive targets right between their legs! They’re practically made to be kicked and taken down!" 

"Yeah, men would definitely be better off without balls!" someone chimed in. Everyone laughed again—except Bob.

At that moment, Bob lost his composure—and his sense of danger. He’d had enough of the women's mockery and felt an urge to defend his male pride. "We’re stronger than you anyway—precisely because of our balls!" Bob snapped at them. "In a fair fight, you wouldn't stand a chance! You bitches!" The sudden silence made Bob instantly regret his words, but he knew it was too late now. 

"Oh!" said Caitlyn. "Looks like someone’s found their voice again! Do you have the balls to say that to my face now? Get up, loser, and repeat that eye-to-eye!"

Bob didn’t even have time to reply before several pairs of hands grabbed him and hauled him up onto his still-wobbly legs. As he faced the gang’s red-haired leader, he realized the hair was merely a wig intended to disguise her appearance. The gloating smile on her face reminded him of a cat anticipating a game with a mouse. The other women held his arms in a tight grip, leaving him powerless as Caitlyn felt his testicles through the fabric of his trousers. Her long, sharp fingernails sent a stinging sensation through his still-throbbing testicles, even though she applied hardly any pressure. 

"Now, what was it you just said, Mr. ... Bob?" she asked, reading the name tag on his lapel. Bob swallowed hard. 

"Please, please..." he whispered. "I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it!" 

"Oh, really?" Caitlyn said with mock disappointment. "So, those two little nuggets don’t actually contribute to your courage? What a shame." For a moment, she seemed to stare thoughtfully into space, but then she turned back to Bob, wearing the smile he had already learned to fear. "Well, little Bobby, I think you still owe me and the girls an apology for what you said when your common sense was taking a holiday. If your balls don't make you brave, maybe they serve another purpose, something useful for us girls, perhaps? Let's see what you've got to offer! Girls, let go of his arms! He needs them to undress!" Suppressing giggles, the other women released Bob, who stared at Caitlyn in confusion. 

"W... what?" he stammered. Caitlyn took a step back and aimed the muzzle of his own weapon at Bob's face. 

"I said strip!"

“S... strip?” he asked incredulously. 

“You got it the first time—just don’t push her patience!” the woman in the brunette wig interjected. “Be a good boy now and show us your goodies!” the blonde said cheerfully. 

Trembling and hesitating, Bob began to undress. He was overwhelmed by how embarrassing the whole situation was. They had defeated him so easily by simply exploiting his male weak spot, and now he had to strip in front of a whole group of women—something he had never done before, aside from visits to the beach or the public pool. Like many people, Bob was very self-conscious about his body, as he didn’t exactly fit the ideal male physique. He tried to tell himself that this wasn’t about sex at all. It was pure harassment, and he had every right to be nervous about it. Still, he dreaded the women’s judgment. When all his clothes, with the sole exception of his boxers, lay in a messy heap on the floor, Bob finally paused. 

“Who said you were finished?” the redhead called out. 

“Um, please... a little dignity,” he pleaded. But Caytlin shook her head. “Not for you, little Bobby. We want to see everything!”

"Exactly!" Jenn cheered. "Show us where it hurts the most!" 

With a sigh of defeat, Bob pulled down his boxers and stepped out of them. The women grinned as they looked him up and down. Bob hung his head in shame. To his own surprise, his penis was semi-erect, and his testicles, though swollen and still throbbing, looked completely normal and unremarkable. His cock was of average size, and the only notable thing about his testicles was that the left one hung noticeably lower. "At least I don't have a tiny dick," Bob thought to himself. He flinched when he suddenly felt Caitlyn lift his testicles with her bare hand, as if testing their weight, and begin to knead them.

It was a strange sensation having his manhood handled like that; slightly painful, yet somehow pleasurable and very intimate. The gun was passed to Jenn, who held it right against Bob’s temple. 

"Hands behind your back, Bob!" Caitlyn ordered. He obeyed without thinking and felt two of the women behind him grab his wrists. Finally, Caitlyn let go of his testicles and turned her attention to his penis. She held it between two fingers of her right hand, wagged it back and forth like a dog's tail, and then let it slap against his thighs and belly. The women giggled again at this playful display, and Bob turned bright red when he realized he was getting an erection from it.

"Well..." Caitlyn said eventually. "The balls are decent enough, but this cock... I don't know... It’s probably fine for a wank, but it’s a bit too thin to satisfy a lady. What do you think, girls? Personally, I prefer really thick cocks. How about you?" All the women examined Bob’s penis, grimaced in disapproval, and gave a thumbs-down. "Oh..." Caitlyn mocked. "Poor Bobby, so your balls aren't up to the task of sex either! “That leaves us with only one option. But all balls are perfect for that!” she beamed. “Can you guess what it is, Bob?” 

Bob shook his head; he didn’t know what to say. “It’s ballbusting!” Caitlyn exclaimed, and the other women burst into cheers and laughter. Bob’s face went pale, and his cock began to shrink again. 

“You know, in our line of work, we have to bust balls all the time!” the dark-haired woman explained. 

“That’s why we take every opportunity to practice,” Jenn added. 

“So we hope you don’t mind if we use yours for a little session,” the blonde said. 

“As punishment for interrupting us at work!” Caytlin said, looking stern with her arms crossed beneath her breasts.

Without warning, Caitlyn swung her right leg back and snapped it forward. The toe of her shoe struck the underside of Bob’s low-hanging left testicle with great force. Bob screamed, and his knees buckled again. Had two other women not been supporting him, he would have collapsed to the ground. A stabbing pain shot up through his body to his stomach, and he began to retch. With a cry of disgust, the women let go of him, and Bob fell to his hands and knees as he lost the contents of his stomach. 

"Ugh!" said the brunette. "I hate it when they do things like that!" 

"You're right, Malia!" the blonde replied. "Men are disgusting!" 

"Stop making such a mess, you pig!" Malia screamed as her foot slammed into Bob’s balls from behind. Bob howled like a wounded animal, barely managing to keep from falling face-first into his own vomit. He rolled onto his back, only to see the dark-haired woman looming over him and driving her foot straight into his crotch. This time, he let out only a pathetic groan; he simply lacked the breath to scream. He curled back up into the fetal position, but he wasn't allowed to stay that way, for they hauled him back to his feet almost instantly.

When Bob finally dared to open his eyes again, he found himself facing Jenn, the girl who had delivered the first kick to his groin. She struck a kickboxing pose, spun around, and drove her heel into his right testicle. Bob lost consciousness for a moment. He didn't know what was happening down there in his crotch, but he was almost certain that one of his testicles had just ruptured. 

"P-p-please. S-s-stop!" he pleaded. "Not until I’ve had my turn!" One of the women holding him upright swapped places with another, and the blonde stepped into his field of vision. Without further preamble, she crouched in front of Bob, grabbed his scrotum with her right hand, and squeezed his testicles down to the very bottom of the sac. Then she clenched her left hand into a fist and struck. There was nowhere for his testicles to retreat to, and no chance for her to miss her target. She punched once, twice, three times, five times in total and finally, Bob lost consciousness completely.

When Bob snapped his eyes open again, at first he felt nothing but the stabbing pain in his testicles, which drowned out every other sensation. It took a few minutes for him to realize he was strapped to a wooden chair, the very kind the civilian guards sat on in the exhibition rooms during the day. His legs were spread wide, tied to the front legs of the chair. His mouth was gagged with a piece of cloth. All around him, as far as he could see, the display cases were empty; every gemstone and jewel was missing, including the "Eye of Medusa." He tried to resist the urge to look down and see what was left of his manhood. The pain told him something had to be there, but he didn't want to see it. Eventually, however, the urge became too strong, and he looked. His testicles had swollen to an enormous size; they were deformed and unnaturally flat. They looked like one giant bruise. His penis, however, seemed to be fine—it was even semi-erect again. That gave him a glimmer of hope that perhaps not everything was lost after all, and that he might one day be able to have sex again. Bob had no idea how much time had passed, but judging by the dim light, it was still night. Suddenly, he noticed five attractive women in catsuits approaching him with a swaying gait; they carried bulging backpacks.

"Hello, Bobby," Caitlyn greeted him. "It’s good that you’re awake for our big farewell. I’d love to say 'until next time,' but I’m afraid you’re going to get fired over this, so we won’t be seeing each other professionally again. However, the girls and I had so much fun with you that we all wanted to say goodbye and thank you in person. Jenn, you start." 

Jenn, the woman with the white wig, stepped forward. Bob looked at her and watched in horror as she lifted her foot. "Bye, Bobby!" she said cheerfully, planting her foot directly on his testicles and using the chair as a step to pull herself up into the open ventilation shaft above them. The pain was almost unbearable, and Bob whimpered into his gag. 

Then it was Malia’s turn, the brunette. She, too, stepped on his balls and chirped, "Thanks, Bob, you’re sweet!" 

Next was the woman with black hair. She nudged Bob’s penis, now limp again, aside with the toe of her shoe to find a spot on his testicles to step on, saying, "Bye-bye, Bob’s balls!" 

Now it was the blonde’s turn. She stepped in front of him, leaned down until her face was level with his, and whispered, "You know, Bob? Maybe it’s time you learned how to eat pussy!" Then she stepped back, slammed her foot onto his testicles, and pulled herself up. 

Bob sobbed uncontrollably, hoping to lose consciousness again soon. This could only be a nightmare. Through his tears, he saw Caitlyn smiling down at him. With horror, he watched as she raised her leg. It descended gently onto his limp penis, then crushed it between the sole of her foot and the wood of the chair. 

"Chin up, Bob. Your cock won't be getting up for you anyway!" With that, she vanished from his field of vision, and Bob lost consciousness once more.

Epilogue

Two days later, Caitlyn was lounging by her penthouse pool with the morning paper, studying the headline with interest. Splashed across the front page was a heavily edited photo of a naked man, bound and gagged, sitting on a wooden chair in a dark room. Although his face and crotch were pixelated, she would have recognized that pathetic figure anywhere.

"Anything interesting in the paper?" Jenn asked as she stepped outside and joined her friend by the pool. 

"Oh yes, our friend Bobby got his fifteen minutes of fame!" she exclaimed. "It says here that an inexperienced security guard was overpowered and physically abused by a mysterious gang of 'Catwomen.' Because of his failure, the entire 'Family Jewels' exhibition—including the 'Eye of Medusa'—was stolen, and many people lost hundreds of millions of dollars. The man himself suffered severe genital injuries, making an immediate penectomy and bilateral orchiectomy unavoidable."

"Oh!" Jenn cooed. "I’m so happy for Bob! He’ll never have to suffer from aching balls again!" 

"Yes," Caitlyn laughed. "Let’s hope he sees it that way too! It’s a shame he probably won’t be working in the security industry anymore! He’d make such a good security ma... er, security eunuch now!" 

"I wonder what he’ll do now that there’s nothing left between his legs," Jenn mused. 

"Well, he’d be perfect for cleaning public ladies' restrooms," Caitlyn suggested. 

"Exactly!" Jenn agreed. "At least he doesn't pose a sexual threat to women anymore."

Marco and Lily were on the living room couch, controllers in hand, locked into a fighting game on the PlayStation. They were both almost twenty, but she was still “the little sister” in the house, especially when it came to competing.

“You’re losing pretty bad, Lil,”

Marco said with a smirk, eyes still on the screen.

Lily clenched her teeth. She only had a sliver of health left and he was about to close out the round. Without warning her right hand left the controller and shot straight between her brother’s legs. Her fingers closed around Marco’s balls through the thin shorts and squeezed firmly.

“Ah—!”

Marco jerked forward, the controller slipped from his hands, and in less than two seconds his character was on the floor. Victory screen for Lily.

She let go almost immediately, but not before the pain had already hit. She turned toward him with a bright, wicked smile.

“Oops. Hand slipped.”

Marco was bent forward, one hand already protecting his groin, breathing hard.

“You’re… you’re a bitch.”

Lily rose onto her knees on the couch, still smiling.

“A bitch? I just won. You’re the one with balls so sensitive that a single grab makes you lose all concentration. They’re literally your weak spot, aren’t they?”

“Shut up…”

“No, come on, admit it.”

She leaned a little closer, voice lower and amused.

“They felt so full and soft. It felt really good holding them for a second. Almost a shame I had to let go so soon.”

Marco looked at her with a mix of anger and something more confused. The pain was still throbbing, hot and unpleasant, yet her words stuck to him longer than they should have.

“Now you get to do the chores,”

she sang, standing up.

“As agreed. Have fun washing the dishes while I enjoy the win.”

Two hours later, after finishing the kitchen, Marco came back into the living room with the face of someone who hadn’t swallowed the defeat.

“Rematch.”

Lily, sitting cross-legged on the couch scrolling her phone, raised an eyebrow.

“Oh? You want to lose again?”

“This time the stakes are higher. If I win, you do the chores for both of us for three days. If I lose…”

he hesitated for a second,

“…you get to kick me in the balls and I still do the chores.”

Lily stared at him for a moment, then a slow smile spread across her lips.

“Interesting. So you’re willing to risk those poor balls of yours again just to try and make me work. Brave… or stupid.”

“Do you accept or not?”

“I accept. But one rule: no touching the balls during the match. No low blows while we’re playing.”

Lily raised her hands in surrender, still smiling.

“Fine. No hands on the balls during the match. Promise.”

They sat back down. The match started again, more tense than the first. Marco played focused, almost aggressive. Lily, on the other hand, looked almost relaxed, like she already knew how it would end.

They reached the deciding round. Marco was winning. Lily had almost no health left. Then, instead of reaching for him, she did something completely different.

She set the controller on her thighs, grabbed the hem of her shirt, and pulled it off in one smooth motion. She wasn’t wearing a bra underneath. Her breasts bounced lightly once free, bare and only inches from her brother.

Marco froze for a fraction of a second too long. His eyes dropped on their own, his brain short-circuiting.

“Lily, what the fu—”

He didn’t finish the sentence. His character was defeated. Victory screen for Lily.

She calmly set the controller down, still topless, and looked down at him.

“Stand up.”

Marco stared at her, still dazed.

“What…?”

“Stand up, Marco. Now.”

Her voice was soft, but it left no room for argument.

“Open your legs. Wide.”

He hesitated a second too long. Lily tilted her head slightly, her bare breasts shifting with the movement.

“Don’t make me repeat myself. You lost. You earned the kick, and I want to give it to you properly.”

Marco slowly stood up, cheeks already hot. He spread his legs as ordered, standing there in the middle of the living room, exposed and waiting.

Lily stood up as well, stepped closer, and looked him straight in the eyes as she raised her knee.

“Look forward. I want you to feel all of it.”

The kick came sharp, precise, and full. The top of her foot slammed dead center into Marco’s balls with cruel force.

A strangled sound tore from his throat. His legs gave out instantly. He dropped to his knees, then collapsed onto his side, both hands clamped over his groin, body curled in on itself as the pain exploded in hot, nauseating waves.

Lily stayed standing over him, still bare-chested, watching him writhe with a satisfied smile.

“There we go. Just like that.”

She leaned down a little, voice low and amused.

“You opened them up so nicely for me… they were right there waiting. Full, soft, and now on fire. You felt that impact, didn’t you? That dull thud… I liked it.”

Marco couldn’t answer. He was breathing in short gasps, eyes closed, face tight with pain.

Lily straightened up, picked up her shirt without putting it back on, and gave his shoulder a light nudge with her foot.

“Come on, get up when you can. The chores are waiting. And while you’re doing them, remember your balls are still burning because your sister made you spread your legs and wrecked them with one single kick.”

She walked toward the living room doorway, then stopped on the threshold and looked back one last time, laughing under her breath.

“They really are nice balls, Marco. Shame they’re also so easy to put out of commission. Have fun washing the dishes with those things on fire.”

And she left, leaving him still on the floor, legs trembling, the pain showing no sign of fading.

I’m 26 and my gf is 25, we’ve been together for 5 years now. I’m naturally either a switch or submissive but she’s unquestionably dominant in bed so when it comes to stuff like cock and ball related kinks, pegging, bdsm, it’s all right up her alley.

And specifically, the past 2+ years ball busting has been a *huge* part of getting kinky in bed for us, the first few months and year were mainly experimenting with stuff and while we still do the past year ball busting is basically a staple in our sex life.

The other thing my gf loves but we’ve been doing this for a lot longer, is milking me and by that I mean making me orgasm multiple times, sometimes even consecutively with no break in stimulation. She likes to go till the orgasms are as you’d expect, dry.

Since she’s pretty hard when busting my balls we limit it to once per week. Her most common methods include kicking my balls with her knee when I’m on all fours, squeezing them tighter and tighter, and stomping and stepping on them. We’ve tried a lot of things but these are her preferred methods. She’s more into using her legs than her hands.

Sometimes I’d stay edged for a week in hopes that the ball busting would make me cum but usually she’d stroke me off every couple of hits and get me closer and closer. Once I’ve cum she continues to bust them and then she makes me cum again, usually she stops at 3-4 sometimes 5 times but this is when there’s breaks between orgasms.

Though sometimes she’ll just keep going, she’s made me cum as many as 3 times in a row with no break in stimulation. I’ve learned to control how much I squirm around, but the ball busting followed by the multiple orgasms that are basically wringing out your balls is an unreal sensation. It’s like getting them warmed up and then squeezing every bit of juice out of it. It’s almost my favorite part of the week.

I don’t think it’s a feeling you’ll ever get “used” to as it’s indescribably intense but it’s something I love. Has anyone else tried this? Feel free to ask me any questions you have about this or our ball busting experiences.

Everyone is over 18 and incest.

SLAM
 
The front of a purple heeled boot ram its way into my balls. My older sister was having her way with my balls. My legs were spread apart by vines and my mouth was on her pussy eating her out. 
 
“Dinner,” mom called from the kitchen.
 
SLAM
 
I screamed into my sister’s pussy causing her to cum all over my face. 
 
She threw me off of her and walked to get dinner. 
 
My name is Andrew. I’m a male witch. Which is frankly very rare. You see witches used to be 50/50 gender wise. But something happened were witch males started to go extinct. And since we can’t breed with regular humans that meant we would face extinction. Things got so bad that male witches dropped to only 5% of the population. 
 
So the head coven came up with a new solution. The restoration plan. 
 
The rolling back of male witch rights

The abuse of witch boys. Male witches are to be punished harshly by the women in their lives in order for their balls to produce more masculine sperm to compensate.

Male cum is sacred. Meaning until I’m 20 which is in 2 years I have to deal with a magic seal on my dick preventing me from cumming no matter how much I play with it. 

Breeding camps. There I would get to cum all day. It’s paradise.

When I turn 40 I get to be free and live like a normal person. Of course, with some caveats such as major supervision by the head coven. After all, males should always be in reserve.

 
The breed program has had mixed success really. All together the program has increased the male population from 5% to 8%. Apparently, it takes years of milking to even have a man produce a few male sperm. Though the excess sperm is used for making daughters or potion ingredients. 

“ANDREW,” Mom yelled from the dining room. I could feel an invisible hand grab onto my nuts and crunch them as hard as possible. Then I felt it pull me by my balls into the kitchen. 
 
“Ah ah mom I heard you,” I tried to grab hold to anything as I was pulled up over the dinner table upside down dangling from my balls. They felt like they were going to be ripped off. 
 
“Andrew, don't you make me call you again,” she then pulled my balls towards the wall, having me slam into it. 
 
My sister laughed. 
 
Cruelty was encouraged in witches. 
 
I got up on my knees and bowed my head low, “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.” 
 
My mom was twice my size, impossibly curvy and with dark raven hair and purple eyes. My sister Jacklyn was more sporty looking but with brown hair and copper eyes. 
 
“Jacklyn have you been teaching your brother the vine spell,” Mom said sternly. 
 
“I was, but he kept messing it up. So I had the vines give him an impromptu restrain and penetration session,” She said with a smirk as she looked at me. My ass was still sore and I could still remember the thorny vines wrapping tight around my balls. 
 
“Oh dear he was that bad at it. He couldn’t even fight off the vines,” Mom said as she served dinner, mines of course on the floor. 
 
“Balls for brains over here can barely cast a spell correctly. Hope he makes better use as livestock at the farm,” Jacklyn said biting into her meat. 
 
“Yes your soon to go to the farm,” mom said looking at me a little sadden, “I’ll miss having a man in the house to torture and to do all the labor.”
 
“We could always kidnap a human man,” Jacklyn said. 
 
“They brake so easy,” Mom leered at my balls. She then outstretched her palm and sat at the dinner table. I knew what that meant. 
 
I got up slowly and placed my balls into her hand. It felt like a death march doing it. Her fingers then closed themselves around my balls. She squeezed.
 
My legs buckled, “Ahhhhh.”
 
“These can’t brake. They’ve been enchanted not to,” she increased the pressure. I could feel her deforming my manhood in her feminine hand. It was like nothing to her but everything to me. So much agony at the palm of her hand. 
 
 
Then light shown from in-between her fingers and I could feel a spark of electricity in her palm.
 
“Ah ah ah ah,” I started pulling and hopping from foot to foot as I felt currents of electricity run through my mother’s grip. 
 
My mother and sister started laughing at me. Jacklyn threw laughter said, “Oh my god I’m going to die,” she kept shaking with laughter, “Its like he’s dancing.”
 
I felt so embarrassed and ashamed. I was naked and made to dance by my mom and sis because my balls where so weak. 
 
Mom continued electrocuting my nuts in her grip for a few minutes until they had their fill. She then stopped the currents but kept her grip firm. 
 
Mom peered up at me a devilish look in her eyes, “You know your brother isn’t all bad at magic, he’s gotten quite good at spell breaking. In fact, he’s been breaking into our rooms for quite a while to steal our panties.”
 
My stomach dropped. 
 
“What!” Screamed Jacklyn in fury. 
 
“Yep I guess his dick is the best motivator huh,” she looked down to me as her finger flicked the tip of my cock, “Isn’t it?”
 
I learned to unlock spells because I was trying to break the seal on my cock. So I could finally cum, being on the edge was unbearable and so much worse since mom and Jacklyn loved to either randomly sack tap me or brush their hands on my dick. Yesterday mom sat next to me and just edged me for two hours. When I cried, she just shoved my face into her breast. 
 
I did brake the seal once but I quickly found out that doing so set my balls on a constant loop of rupture and repair. I had to be taken to the hospital to have the spell reapplied. Something mom took her sweet time doing. 
 
CRUNCH
 
I started shaking, my balls were being crushed to their limit in my mother’s iron grip. 
 
“Let go of his balls so I can show him what sneaky little perverts get,” my blood ran cold at the thought of what my sister was planning. 
 
“After dinner Jacklyn,” mom let go of my balls, giving me an immediate sense of relief, “Go eat you're going to need your strength. I have a great way to punish you.” 
 
I ate slowly trying to stretch out the time so my balls could have any time to recover. 
Eventually when I was done I heard my mom from the living room, “Andrew come into the living room we’re waiting for you.” 
 
I walked in to see them sitting on the couch watching me. I gulped. I had to convince them to go easy. 
 
I crawled up to them and bowed making sure to arch my back like they told me, “Please forgive me mommy. I won’t do it again, I was just so horny please you have to understand,” I begged. 
 
Mom giggled, “You hear that Jacklyn he’s very sorry. He says he can’t help what his weenie makes him do. Is that right baby? Your weenie made you do it or was it your full balls.”
 
Jacklyn interrupted, “I don’t accept this little pervert’s apology.” 
 
“I….I’m sorry. My balls are just so full,” I pleaded. I started kissing Jacklyn’s boots. I knew she liked it when I debased myself. She had a thing for men that coward at her feet. 
 
Mom smiled, “You know what, it was your balls. It can’t be helped I have been edging you a lot recently knowing full well that no matter what I do you can’t reach an orgasm,” the mere mention of mommy’s soft hand edging my cock caused it to throb, “But yes you can’t be blamed I did teach you better.”
 
I gave a sigh of relief. 
 
I could hear my sister huff in anger. 
 
“But,” mom continued, “While you did nothing wrong. You did make it clear to us that your balls are to blame. So, they should receive all the punishment.”
 
My face dropped as my sister cheered, “Mom please don’t hurt them please they’re so sore, please.”
 
“Nonsense those balls have been making you misbehave. They have to be taught a lesson,” she said as she got up. 
 
“Get up numb nuts I’m going to enjoy making you sing like a bitch,” Jacklyn said. 
 
“Mom I……” mom flicked her finger and I floated in front of her, my legs forced into the splits. I could feel my mother and sister’s eyes on my low hanging manhood. 
 
Mom took her hand and wrapped it around my cock and started jerking it. I quickly felt heat bring my cock to life in my mother’s hand. 
 
My sister looked at mom confused, “I thought we were going to torture him.”
 
Mom started jerking my dick faster I could feel myself get closer and closer. Every pump drove me to the wall of the seal. If I was free one pump would be enough to blow my load over their faces. But cause if the seal on my dick it was like being jerked threw heaven and hell. 
 
Mom let go and kiss my tip. My cock pulse and throbbed for release the only thing coming out was now a stream of precum. I started to cry. I wanted to cum so much. 
 
Mom made an empathizing face and brought her finger to trace small circles under my cock right where the shaft meets the head, “Aw, not cumming must really drive you crazy. How about after we’re done you can come up to mommy’s bedroom and help me get there. You’d like that wouldn’t you?”
 
I didn’t get to answer because Jacklyn interjected, “Mom are we going to torture him or not.”
 
Mom rolled her eyes, “You young women are so inpatient when torturing a man. There are some great advantages in dragging it out,” Mom swiped her finger under my shaft taking some of my precum and brought it up to her tongue to taste, “Potent stuff. Great for potion making,” she turns to Jacklyn. Mom slapped my cock causing it to bobble spilling precum everywhere, “Now he’ll stay hard for a while. Which means his dick won’t get in the way of his balls.”
 
Jacklyn’s eyes lit up, “Sorry mom I should have realized your skill.”
 
“Thank you darling but you did sass me earlier so as punishment after this you have to spend sometime pleasuring your brother,” she said. 
 
“What?” Jacklyn said. 
 
“Look at that angry cock. It’s desperate for attention. You going to practice your blowjob skills on it for an hour at least,” Mom said. 
 
“How will it be practice? I wouldn’t know if it was good or not. Its not like he can even cum,” Jacklyn said.
 
“Well just pay attention to how much he cries,” Mom said. She then clapped her hands and two metal rods appeared.
 
I tensed, “W….what are those for?” I squeaked.
 
Mom handed one to Jacklyn who started to slap it against her hand to see how hard it was. By the sound of it very. Mom tapped the rod against my balls, “You know what they’re for.” 
 
She than swung her’s back and slammed it into the underside of my nuts.
 
AAAHHHHH
 
Jacklyn from behind crashed it into the back of my nuts making me shake in pain, “What’s wrong little brother did your prevy little balls get bruised.”
 
“Mommy pleeeeeee,” I squealed as she slammed the rod harder into my balls. Sending waves of pain from my groin to my head. She was hitting them like she wanted to crack open a piñata. 
 
My sister was relentless. She barely waited for mom, smacking my balls quickly and relentlessly. She gave me no time to scream. 
 
After a few minutes mom and sis got tired.
 
Jacklyn rubbed sweat from her brow, “Beating his balls really took a lot out of me.”
 
My balls were in so much pain. I could feel how swollen they had got from how low they hung. It’s like my own already too painful balls were also a weight pulling my chords. I did know how they were going to survive. 
 
“Let’s take a break,” mom said.
 
“Thank you mom,” I wheezed. 
 
Mom looked at me confused, “No baby I meant for us,” she snapped her fingers and two rings appeared, “Now listen up I want both of you to pay attention to the spell. Cause I’ll be testing you in the coming weeks,” she then took both rings and stuffed my balls with great effort on her part and a lot of painful yells on mine, through the two rings. She then pulled apart the two rings and pulled my balls off my body, “Ta da”
 
My stomach sunk. Jacklyn was overjoyed, “Wow mom so it’s like the rings are portals. Wait can he feel his balls now that there removed.” Mom playfully flick the bottom of my removed balls which caused me to shake, “See.”
 
Jacklyn was shaking with excitement, “Could you even separate his balls as well like having each testicle individually.”
 
“Yes but you’d need the two regular rings and two small ones,” she paused, “If I just remember where I put the smaller ones. Why do you ask?” 
 
“I just thought It’d be super fun to put one ball in each of my shoes and go out dancing with my friends,” she said to my horror. 
 
“Definitely that does sound fun. I might try that myself next time I go out,” Mom said it like the ownership of my balls was something they could share. 
 
Mom then picked a heavy spell book off the shelf. She put my balls on a wooden stool and dropped the book.
 
“AHHHHHHHHHHHH,” the scream tore its way through my throat as the book slammed down on my balls. Mom then sat on top of it crushing it further with her weight.
 
“MOMMY PLEASE MOMMY PLEASE MY BAL…” mom snapped her fingers and my mouth shut. 
 
Jacklyn laughed, “You need to teach me that. Life would be better if men were more quite.”
 
“True but I would miss their screams,” Mom said.
 
I shook still floating as my mother sat on my severed balls. I was going to die from the crushing force. Every few minutes she would shake a little to grind my balls a little bit more. 
 
Tears ran down my face as I cried silently. Mom saw me and said, “Don’t cry baby you should appreciate the time we have together. You’ll be at the farm in two years and I’ll only get to see you on visiting days.”
 
“You could volunteer. Last summer when me and my friends were working there, they said they need more volunteers,” Jacklyn said. 
 
“Oh my, for the milking,” mom said. 
 
“No, that part is mostly automated. Trust me I’ve been in the facility, things are not pretty. Rows of men hooked up to milk machines, pumping them raw. Asses getting fucked by dildos and balls being electrocuted to produce more cum. You’d think they’d like it, but I guess after the first few orgasms the next hundred become torture,” She said. 
 
Mom frowned, “So no womanly touch.”
 
“I guess on certain days they let women come up and do it by hand. But most of the times overseers just walk around and have the men eat them out. What they need volunteer work for is for the farm side,” Sis said peering at me, “Men have to be active and strong to produce healthy sperm, so they have to do farm work. It’s what me and my friends did for summer work. They gave us cattle prods and whips so we could keep the men in line.”
 
“Was it hard?” Mom said. 
 
“Nah. It was fun. You know one time me and the girls picked on this newbie. We took him out back where the other guards couldn’t see him and we just went to town whipping and kicking him. It was so bad he had to me taken to a medical unit,” Jacklyn said laughing.
 
“Was he okay?” mom said a bit concern but less in a worry for a man’s safety kind of way and more in a morbid curiosity kind of way. 
 
“Don’t know? It’s not like we cared to ask. His cock and balls must have survived because we weren’t fired or fined.” 
 
That sent a chill down my spine, knowing what hell awaited me at that farm. I thought it would be paradise. But I was going from abused dog to abused livestock.
 
Eventually they got up and mom reattached my balls.
 
She then snapped her fingers and I could talk. 
 
“Mom my balls, you sat on my balls so long they were going to pop,” I sobbed.  
 
“Grow up,” Jacklyn said.
 
“Don’t bully your brother he can’t help it,” Mom said pinching my cheek.

Chya walked into the kitchen and stopped in the doorway.

Marco was finishing drying the dishes, his back a little hunched from tiredness.

She watched him in silence for a few seconds, her blonde curls falling over her shoulders, her perfect breasts faintly outlined under the light t-shirt.

“Still you doing the chores,”

she said with a half-smile.

“Last night I saw you on the floor in the living room. You looked almost like a sack of potatoes.”

Marco turned sharply, his cheeks already a little red.

“It was nothing.

I just dropped the controller and fell.”

Chya tilted her head slightly, amused.

“Really?

Because from the way you were holding your groin it didn’t look like a simple fall.”

He lowered his gaze and went back to drying a plate with too much attention.

“I’m telling you nothing particular happened.”

Chya stepped closer and leaned against the table, arms crossed under her breasts.

“Fine.

Keep lying.

I already know how things went.”

She stayed quiet for a moment, then added:

“Listen…

I’ve got a lot of stuff to do today and I don’t feel like it.

How about you do my chores?”

Marco looked up, a bit suspicious.

“In exchange for what?”

Chya smiled slowly.

“In exchange for a blowjob.

Here, now, in my room.

You do all my chores for three days and I give you a blowjob.”

Marco stood still.

His heart sped up, but he immediately shook his head.

“No.

I’m… not interested.”

Chya raised an eyebrow, still smiling.

“As you wish.

If you change your mind you know where to find me.”

She pushed off the table and left the kitchen without another word.

Half an hour later Marco knocked on Chya’s bedroom door.

Her voice came from inside, calm.

“Come in.”

He entered and closed the door behind him.

Chya was sitting on the bed, blonde curls loose, her perfect breasts faintly visible under the t-shirt.

Marco stood there, hands slightly clenched into fists.

“I… I changed my mind.

I accept.

The blowjob.”

Chya looked at him for a long second, then a malicious smile appeared on her lips.

“Really?

Then come here.”

She stood up and positioned herself in front of him.

Marco was already looking at her with slightly wide eyes.

His cock was pressing hard against his pants, clearly visible.

Chya lowered her gaze and smiled.

“Look at that…

already all ready.

Pull down your pants.

Get undressed.”

Marco obeyed immediately.

He slid off his pants and boxers in a few seconds, left naked from the waist down, his cock already hard and throbbing.

Chya watched him with a malicious look, without touching him.

Then, without warning, she raised her knee and slammed it hard right into the center of his balls.

The impact was sharp, full, cruel.

Marco let out a strangled sound.

His legs gave out instantly.

He dropped to his knees, then collapsed onto his side, both hands clamped over his groin, body curled in on itself as the pain exploded in hot, nauseating waves.

Chya stayed standing, her knee still raised and held right in front of his face, as if she were still aiming.

She looked down at him, voice calm and amused.

“So?

Do you still want the blowjob?”

Marco shook his head with difficulty, eyes closed from the pain, voice broken.

“N-no…

no…”

Chya slowly lowered her knee and smiled.

“As you wish.

But you’re still doing my chores.”

She turned and went to open the door.

“Now you can get dressed and get out of my room.

Thanks.”

I was lying on the beach, face down, peering under my arm at my naked mother. She's sitting in a beach chair about five feet away, her big breasts are just hanging there in front of me. I wanted to put my face between them. I wanted to cup them, and squeeze them, and play with her nipples. Fuck. I knew I should stop, but I'm not hurting anyone, I'm just dreaming a little.

My family rented a house on the beach, and unbeknownst to us, it's a nude beach. We decided to adapt and hang out naked like everybody else on the beach. It has been years since I saw my mother naked, but she's impressive. A big, maybe even huge, set of tits, and a curvy body. She looks incredible, and I can't stop looking at her.

Dad is on the shoreline fishing, and my sister Kayley is reading a book behind me. It's a nice quiet day, and I'm just dreaming about playing with Mom's tits. What could be better?

I was surprised when something bumped into my side. I looked up to see a beach ball next to me.

"Hey mister, could you toss our ball over?" some kids from about twenty feet away asked. I sat up and grabbed the ball. I stood up so I could throw it farther, and I tossed it to them. I turned around and looked over at Kayley and Mom.

"What the fuck?" Kayley said, pointing at my semi-erect cock. "You're doing it again, you have a fucking hard on?"

"Staring at your sister again, you're such a pervert!" Kayley stepped up to me, I saw fire in her eyes. She was pissed.

"It's not what you think, Kayley," I said defensively.

"Bullshit!"

I started to answer her, to tell her I was dreaming or some other stupid excuse, but I never got the chance. Her foot came sailing up into my balls, and she scored a direct hit. She fucking nailed me.

"UNNNNNH!" I groaned as the pain made me double over and grab my balls. It was overwhelming, like she had exploded my balls. My entire body seemed to go limp as I dropped to the sand in front of her. My balls hurt, my stomach ached, every inch of my body seemed to be quivering from the intense ball pain.

"That better be gone by the time I get back," Kayley said, and she stomped off towards the water. She walked into the surf and went for a swim. I turned away from her and looked back at my mother. She was watching me writhe in agony, she got up to come over to comfort me. She sat next to me, her big tits inches away from my face as I lay on my side looking at them.

"Are you okay, Matt?" she asked.

"I will be, but she really crushed my balls."

"Perhaps I should take a look at them."

"Uh ... yeah ... okay." I rolled onto my back next to her, and I pulled my hands away. I watched her hand heading towards my balls, I stared at her big tits as she leaned over. I wanted this so much, Mom's hands on my balls. She took my cock in one hand to hold it out of her way, her other hand cupped my balls.

"They look red," she exclaimed.

"It feels good when you hold them," I said. "Your hand feels nice."

My cock was so hard in her other hand. So fucking hard.

She leaned over for a closer look, her breasts swung as she bent forward. Fuck, they're so big. Her hand feels so good. This is perfect. I love it. I ... I ..... I'm cumming!

"Ohhhh fuck," I moaned as my cock shot a rope of cum straight up. It came back down and landed on my stomach. My cock throbbed in Mom's hand as I shot more and more cum all over myself. What an incredible release, from the excruciating pain I was feeling just seconds before, to this intense pleasure. Each throb of my cock flooded my mind in ecstasy. I glanced over at Mom's big breasts, right beside my face. The temptation to bury my face between them was so strong, but I knew it would make a mess. I held back, but damn...

Mom looked over at me. "Feel better?"

"Much better, thanks."

I looked up to see that Ashley came back from her swim.

"I see your erection is gone."

You have no idea.

I learner pretty early on not to mess with girls around me.

While I was far from the only one to fear their wrath, when I was in school, being a meek nerd and honestly quite the pervert made me a favourite target for any mean girl wanting to let go of some steam by kicking a boy like in his delicate parts.

I think deep down it was also because girls didn't really care about me or my poor tenders. They might go easy on boys they're interested in dating, but I was nothing more than a punching ball.

At least that was definitely the case for Nat, the hot tomboyish girl who every boy in school had a crush on but just as equally feared any time she played soccer with us.

While many girls only kicked balls when they were angry or to bully someone around. Ballbusting was part of Nst's personality; it was a fun game for her, our precious balls were no different than the soccer she loved to kick around the field.

I learner this lesson the hard way during what the boys called "Nat's monthly nuthunt"

Every once a month she would chose a day especially to try and target every pair of nuts in our class with a new trick.

That time, it was very simple and effective and I fell for it embarrassingly easily.

I arrived pretty early in the morning, usually the first students to arrive would be boys and studious girls, bit today I was surprised by the usually late tomboy showing up right after me.

I saw her arrive at school with her usual sexy smirk on her face. What got my attention though was the cute and very revealing dress she was wearing. Not only was it against dress code, but it wasn't her usual style.

Can't say I complained though. As I sat alone in class, my jaw fell to the ground seeing walk through the hall towards me.

I managed to snap out of it and decided to leave the class and come back later when more students would be there. I felt too awkward about being alone with a girl and knew I wouldn't be able to stop staring.

I made sure to keep my bag Infront of me to hide my ...erm... excitement and walked towards the door right as Nat arrived.

• "Hey nerdy boy! Always so early?"

Nat put her hand on the side of the door, blocking the entrance.

I didn't even answer her. When she blocked my way all I did right away was turn into a puddle right then and there. I turned red and started stuttering as I admired her sexy athletic body in her sexy dress.

My eyes quickly fell on her barely covered chest. I'm embarrassed to admit that I was so mesmerised that I started literally drooling like a dog without thinking, I even stopped covering my crotch with the bag giving Nat the perfect opportunity to strike.

• "You little perv!"

Her tone made her seem angry, but I could tell by her huge smile that it was all part of her plan.

*BAM*

*CRUNCH* *CRUNCH*

Her knee flew right into my little nuts with the fury of a thousand suns. I couldn't even make a noise, just a stupid OH face as I admired her one last time before sinking to the floor.

• "Ah! Nothing like a good swift knee to start the day"

Without giving me anymore attention, the gorgeous ball kicker walked away leaving me crying and rolling around in pain on the cold classroom floor.