Lesson One

Plain ballbusting is great, but I always like it best when there's some sexuality mixed in with the raw pain. Thus this series.

In which Leon is introduced to a lot of pain and a little bit of pleasure.

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Tired of boxing, tae kwon do, karate, and other so-called 'fighting' arts? Want something a little more hardcore? So do we.

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"Leon! There you are." Griff smiled as he spotted his roommate exiting the lecture hall.

"Hey Griff," Leon answered. "What are you doing here?"

"Thought I'd find you before your next class. How's your first day been?"

"Surprisingly good, actually." He grinned. "I mean, it sounds like all this training for the Independent League's gonna be as hard as I thought it was gonna be, but everyone seems really nice so far. What about you, how's your day been?"

"Good, good," he replied, hoisting his bookbag up onto his shoulder. "I won a mock fight in Hand-to-Hand earlier today, so that was an ego boost. It's a little weird, taking classes on fighting, but I like it. Hey," he continued, raising an eyebrow, "you're taking Weak Spots, right?"

Leon nodded. "Yeah, why?"

"I've, uh...I've heard some interesting things about it."

"Why, bad professor or something?"

"Something like that."

"Eh." Leon shrugged. "Well, it's my next class, so I guess I'll find out soon enough,"

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"Obviously," the professor continued, "it's important to know your opponent's weak spots in a battle. This knowledge is often the difference between winning and losing, so you would do well to pay close attention." She looked out at the class. "Now, there are obviously a number of techniques that can be applied to various kinds of weak spots. Some techniques can be applied to almost any opponent. Others only work on specific individuals. We'll be learning a number of both kinds, but we will begin with a technique that is effective against almost half of all fighters, regardless of skill level: attacking the testicles."

Leon's mouth hung open in disbelief: it widened even further as the instructor advanced to the next slide. Blown-up on screen was a picture of an attractive blonde, her foot rocketing into the crotch of a brown-haired male. Leon unconsciously moved a hand to protect his groin, his own balls aching in sympathy at the sight of the poor guy.

"Men," the professor continued, "are often the toughest opponents in terms of sheer brawn, for a number of reasons. On the whole -- and this is a generalization, mind you -- men tend to be both more muscular and more aggressive than women, due to the production of testosterone by the testes. They are simply biologically predisposed to fighting, and this can make full-grown men very difficult opponents. In certain circumstances, however..." -- here she tapped the screen, drawing attention again to the photo -- "...you may be able to use their manhood against them. Now, this isn't easy. Virtually any man you face will have been hit in the testicles before, and understand how important it is to protect themselves. If you find yourself in the right position, though, you can deal very significant damage with even a fairly weak attack."

Leon's mouth felt dry. He'd assumed there was some sort of courtesy rule for things like this...no, he hadn't even assumed, hadn't even considered it. Weren't low blows just...off-limits?

"Now of course, in attacking the groin, it's important to understand the physiology of the thing. As you all should already know, the testicles are located at the crotch, hanging outside the body in a sac of skin called the scrotum." The professor tapped the board and up came a close-up of someone's ballsac, two heavy jewels hanging loosely in their sack. "This is great for reproduction -- it keeps the testicles from 'overheating', and allows the man's sperm to develop healthily. On the other hand, it leaves the testicles very vulnerable to attack, particularly because they're so fragile. A mild hit to the groin will stun most men like this, and a solid blow may end a match entirely."

She tapped the screen again, bringing up the blonde woman once more. "Take this fight, for example. Several years ago in the national semifinal, Kingsley v. Jane. Both sides had taken a beating, and Jane here was definitely the worse off. She kept fighting, though, and in the end she managed to dodge Kingsley's attacks until she could hit him in the testicles with a solid kick." The professor tapped again and the board showed a follow-up picture, the man crumpled on the ground, clutching his balls in agony. The blonde stood calmly next to him, her arms folded beneath her breasts. "As you can see, " the professor continued, "she completely disabled her opponent and actually won the match, despite her initial disadvantage."

"Excuse me?" A woman near the back of the class raised her hand. "Can you use other attacks on a male's testicles than just kicking?"

The professor smiled. "Of course. The simplest techniques are kicking and punching, but if you're in the right spot, you can also knee, or slap if you want. In some situations you can squeeze the testicles, which is extremely effective, but is also fairly difficult unless you get a good grip, as it's rather easy for a testicle to slip between your fingers. What else...if your opponent is stuck on the ground, stomping or jumping can do a lot of damage. In the past, some people have even been adventurous enough to try biting."

The student giggled. "Ouch...really? That must hurt."

"I would imagine so, but I couldn't tell you." She shrugged. "Now, before we go any further talking about testicles, I think it's important that you all, especially the women, have a chance to examine a real pair. So with that in mind, I'm going to need a male volunteer."

By this point Leon had his head down on his desk and his hands between his legs, trying not to visualize the awful things the professor was saying. He rubbed his balls gently in an attempt to soothe their phantom pain.

"Leon?"

He looked up, startled. "Wh-what?"

"Would you come to the front of the class for a demonstration?"

His face went white, "B-but I...I mean, I, uh--"

"Don't worry," the professor reassured him, beckoning for him to come forward. "This part is entirely safe."

"I..." He blinked a few times. "O-...okay. Okay."

"Very good." She smiled. "Now, if you could come sit on the desk, please, and strip down."

Leon swallowed nervously. Well, I knew what I signed up for. He blushed, but padded slowly toward the front of the classroom, stopping in front of the professor's large, oaken desk. He took a moment to unbutton his jeans and slide them off his legs, also removing his boxers before turning and hoisting himself onto the table. He hesitated briefly before drawing his legs apart.

"Thank you," said the professor, crouching down beside him. "Now class, as you can see..." -- Leon inhaled sharply as she took his balls into her hands, gently lifting his cock out of the way -- "...Leon here has a very normal, very healthy set of testicles. Right now, the scrotum is somewhat tight, and they are very close to his body. This is a natural defensive reflex -- the testicles will begin to withdraw into the abdomen if the body thinks they are in danger, or if the temperature is very cold. If the man is relaxed, however, they hang much lower in the scrotum."

Leon shivered; the professor had begun massaging his testicles over the last few sentences, slowly coaxing them down into his leathery sac.

"Here we are." She held Leon's testicles so that the class could see them. "Leon here isn't totally relaxed, but you can see that his scrotum is much looser, which allows his testicles to hang lower and makes it much easier to examine them. You should be able to see the pair of orbs very clearly right now, but keep in mind that most opponent's testes will be smaller than this. One of the reasons I chose Leon is that he has an unusually large pair of gonads for a man his size, which makes all this much easier to demonstrate."

A light titter went through the classroom. Leon wondered how the hell it was possible for her to know that, before thinking back to the physical exam he'd taken upon enrolling. The doctor had taken a lot of measurements. He blushed for a moment, somewhat pleased, until an adjustment of the female's grip brought him back down to earth. He grunted and felt his leg muscles tighten as she lightly pressed into his testicle, her thumb just barely indenting the rubbery sphere. He rolled his head back with a soft moan as the professor adjusted her grip, the agony slowly spreading from his kidneys.

"Right now," she continued, "I'm hardly exerting any pressure on Leon's testicle -- about as much as it would take to squeeze a new tube of toothpaste. Leon, however, is already in considerable discomfort. If he were standing right now, he would probably still be able to keep his balance, but he would be noticeably shaky."

Leon had recovered enough to look back down at his own crotch. The sight of the older woman carelessly manipulating his balls in her hand was almost as bad as the nausea crawling through his abdomen.

The professor was looking down at his testicles, too; she gave his nut a light pulse, earning another moan from the male. "Also, at the moment, I'm only squeezing one of his testicles, between my finger and thumb. This is not a great technique for two reasons. First: it only attacks one of a male's testicles. Second: it is not a secure grip. As I mentioned earlier, it's rather easy for a man's testicle to slip out from between your fingers, especially if your opponent is not as cooperative as Leon here. So..."

Leon exhaled as she let go of his one ball, but his chest tightened again as she wrapped her fingers around his entire ballsac, trapping its tender contents in her fist. He let out a louder, shuddering moan this time as she tightened her grip, causing a few in the class to giggle quietly.

"This way, both of the man's testicles are trapped in your fist, which makes it very easy to apply pressure. If he tries to squirm away, a quick yank will usually stop him, but don't try too hard: a light pull is usually sufficient."

He felt sick now. Her fingers were digging into his balls, prodding the trapped testes and sending stabs of pain into his gut.

"If you manage to get to this point, though, you ought to be squeezing away." The professor adjusted her grip, and Leon's hips gave an involuntary jerk as she pressed down again. "A man in this state is extremely vulnerable, and a hard squeeze should provoke intense pain and a strong reaction...like this."

Leon hardly had time to register her comment before she clamped down, his testicles squishing out from between her strong fingers. He let out a squeal, hands flying to his crotch, trying to dislodge the female. "My balls!" he shrieked, body shaking in pain. "MY BALLS!"

"As you can see," the professor shouted, "he's completely helpless while I squeeze his testicles. And now, once I let go..."

Leon collapsed to the floor in the fetal position, clutching his ballsac in his hands. "My baaaalls," he moaned loudly, rocking gently on the floor. "Oh my god, my...annngh..."

The professor folded her arms across her chest, unable to hide a little smile. "As you can see, he's completely incapacitated. If for some reason he tried to get up and fight again, I could do something like this."

Leon was in too much pain to defend as her foot came crashing down between his legs, crushing his nuts against the floor. Leon squawked in agony, another spasm of gutpain shooting through his body. He tried desperately to curl up and protect his poor gonads, but before he could do so she delivered another stomp, flattening his aching balls. Leon could only gurgle as she rested her foot on his ballsac, pinning the spheres in place with her weight.

"Clearly, any fight would be over at this point," the professor continued nonchalantly, pressing down firmly on her pupil's bare scrotum. "If, through some miracle, he was still able to fight, from this position I could easily bear down and crush his testicles until he surrendered."

The students had fallen into an awed sort of silence after watching such raw brutality unfold in front of them, uncertain of how to react. Fortunately, they didn't have to: at that moment the bell rang, mercifully interrupting the display of pain.

"Already?" the professor said, surprised. "Well, alright. You've seen enough of a demonstration for today. Dismissed."

The roomful of students quickly began filing out, grabbing bookbags and pushing in chairs. "Remember your homework!" she shouted over the noise. "Chapter 8 and the handout I gave you at the beginning of class; they'll go into more detail on what we discussed today."

Several students paused on their way out to glance at Leon, who was still writhing at the front of the classroom. A few women giggled; a few men looked somewhat queasy. The last girl to exit stopped at the door. "Um...?" she asked uneasily, biting her lip. "Is he going to be alright?"

"He'll be fine," the professor reassured. "I'll see to it personally that he's taken care of."

"A-alright. See you in class tomorrow, professor," she said, exiting the classroom and leaving the two alone.

The professor sat down on the front of her desk, folding her arms in her lap as she watched Leon writhe beneath her, still crumpled on the floor. She listened to his agonized groans for a few minutes before prodding gently at his side with her toe. "So, uh...how are you doing?" she asked tentatively.

"My nuts," Leon croaked, doubled over around his aching crotch. "Oh my god, what did you do to my nuts?"

"Yeah, listen," she said sheepishly, scratching at the back of her head, "I'm sorry you had to go through that, but it's important that the class see a genuine reaction from someone who isn't expecting to be hit. For learning purposes and all. It happens every year, you just happened to be the unlucky guy this time around."

"Oh god, why me," Leon wheezed. His hands were still wrapped protectively around his testicles, which judging from the feel had swollen to at least twice their normal size. "This is sick."

"It's a legitimate part of fighting in the Independent League," she countered, watching the man curled up at her feet. "If you're going to be battling in the League someday, you need to know what you're up against and you need to be ready for it. Also, for what it's worth, this whole thing was safe -- I've never actually popped anyone's balls. Er. Well." The professor blushed. "I've never popped somebody during that demonstration, anyway."

Leon simply groaned in response.

"Hey," she continued after a moment, climbing down from her desk, "I, uh...I imagine you're not particularly fond of me right now, but I need to take a look at you and make sure everything's alright, okay?"

"Mmrrgh," he grunted, "please, no."

Her eyes softened. "Really, I'm not trying to hurt you. I'm just trying to make sure you're alright. If there /is/ something wrong, we need to find it now or you're going to be in trouble."

Leon was still less than thrilled to be letting the female have at his balls again, but he saw her point. Reluctantly -- and with great effort -- he rolled onto his back, slowly forcing his hands away from his crotch.

"Thank you," she said, smiling as she dropped down the floor to join him. "I promise I'll make this as pleasant as possible."

Once again, Leon shivered as the professor lifted his member out of the way, and let out a deep, tense breath as she gently cupped his nuts in her hands. This was probably going to hurt. He tried to ignore the small pangs of pain running through his torso as she began to roll his balls between her fingers, her hot breath on his groin, her thumb rubbing in slow circles against his cockhead...

"W-what are you...?" he stuttered confusedly, craning his head to look down at his professor, her hand wrapped firmly around his shaft.

"Hmm?" She looked up from his crotch and grinned. "Ah. Well, I figure you deserve some kind of reward after what I put you through, and seeing as how I need to make sure everything's still working down here anyway, I might as well make it enjoyable, right?

"B-but whaaaaaoooohhhhhh," Leon moaned, caught by surprise as she ran her tongue up the underside of his stiffening member, the length giving a healthy throb in response. "Fu...fuuuuuuuck."

"Relax," she purred, giving his length another gentle pump. "Your body's been through a lot recently -- it doesn't know what's going on right now. Give it a minute to adjust."

Leon started to protest but was interrupted by another slow, meandering lick up the side of his cock, his companion's tongue sliding along the sensitive flesh. His head dropped back to the floor as she gave his straining rod a few short strokes, squeezing the length between her fingers. Leon shivered and let out a quiet groan as she took him briefly into her moutth, suckling on the tip of his cock for a moment before letting it slide back out.

"Now," the professor asked softly, pausing. "Feeling any better?"

"Mmmmmm..."

"Should I keep going?"

"Please," Leon moaned. He shivered again as she ran her tongue along his shaft once more, coating the rod in a layer of saliva. He could feel her hot breath on his cock as she gave him another long stroke, her fingers brushing against his balls at the base.

"Y'know, I wasn't lying earlier, about the big balls thing," she grinned, looking up briefly from Leon's throbbing member. "You're pretty hung."

"Th-thanks," Leon stammered, fighting to keep his tone steady as she continued to slowly jerk him off. His cock twitched needfully in response to the woman's strokes, unaccustomed to anything but his own right hand. Leon gave a quick glance down at his groin and gave a shuddering groan at what he saw: his professor gazing hungrily at his crotch, one hand fondling her breasts as the other continued to pump his impressive length. He tossed his head back and growled ferally as her tongue played across the end of his shaft, his body spasming in response.

However, he was brought quickly back to Earth as she wrapped her fingers tightly around his ballsac. He let out a startled yelp as she gave the twin spheres a rough squeeze. "Oh fuck be careful with those," Leon groaned, an all-too-familiar wave of nausea rising in his gut.

"Oh stop complaining, they're just fine," she replied teasingly, rolling his nuts in her palm as she gave his shaft another lick, this time earning a small spurt of pre for her efforts. "Besides, here's something to make them feel better."

Leon inhaled sharply as she took his nuts into her mouth, sucking gently on the swollen orbs. Carefully she lifted one on her tongue, pressing it lightly to the roof of her mouth before repeating the action with the other testicle. Leon let out a throaty moan as she worshipped the twin spheres. In contrast to the agony he'd been through earlier, this treatment seemed almost unbearably pleasurable.

She continued to suck for a few more moments before letting his nuts slip from between her lips with a wet pop. "Did that help?" she purred, leaning in and rubbing her nose up against his balls.

"Yes," answered Leon dazedly, tongue lolling from the side of his mouth.

The professor smiled. "I'm glad," she breathed, leaning in to swallow the his shaft once again.

Leon had been fighting the impulse for a while, now, but couldn't resist any longer: a hand strayed to the back of his professor's head, holding her in place as she serviced him. She moaned approvingly around the cock in her mouth, sending a pleasant wave of vibration back to Leon and eliciting another shot of pre from the male.

The professor pulled back for a moment to catch her breath and looked up at Leon, smiling. "Y'know," she said, a hint of amusement in her voice, "there's nothing I'd like more right now than to ride the fuck out of you, but I think your balls have probably taken enough abuse today without my ass, huh?" She stuck her tongue out. "Ah well. Maybe some other time."

"It's a daaaaaaaaaate," moaned Leon, arching his hips as she slurped at his shaft again, licking from base to tip.

"I'll hold you to it," she replied with a wink, before moving to suck on one of his nuts again. She rotated the orb in her mouth, coating it with saliva before letting it fall out into her hand. She gave it a light pulse, earning a soft groan and a shot of pre that splattered across her face.

Leon could feel an orgasm starting to approach: even with all his balls had been through, he felt ready to blow. The feeling intensified as something warm but unfamiliar enveloped his shaft: he looked down to find his cock sandwiched between the professor's bare tits, her tongue still wrapped around the head.

"Lyke whachou see?" she mumbled around her mouthful, grinning.

"Ohhhhhh god yes," he groaned, head falling back to the ground as she began pumping in earnest. His rod slid smoothly between her mounds of flesh, his spurts of pre and her own saliva lubricating the passage. Gently he guided her head, bobbing up and down on his aching cock. He was close to the edge; any second now...

The professor too could sense that he was close: with each stroke she felt his shaft throb between her breasts, threatening to explode. She redoubled her efforts, gripping her generous melons around the rock-hard flesh. "Come on," she growled playfully, spitting on Leon's cock, "we don't have all day." Again she took him into her mouth, suckling on the end of his length.

"Fuuuuck," he moaned, head rolling back in pleasure. "I...I'm gonna--"

"Mmmmm," rumbled the female in response, sucking hungrily on his throbbing member and stroking that which remained outside of her mouth between her breasts.

"I...oh god," Leon panted. "Ahh...ahhhhh...ANNNGH!"

Leon's hips spasmed as his cock let loose, firing spurt after spurt of red-hot ejaculate down the woman's throat. The professor wrapped her tongue around the rod and gulped down the first few shots as Leon moaned something unintelligible, his hand gripping her head tightly. She continued to suck for a few moments before letting the length slip from her mouth and back into her hand, continuing to pump the rod as another several ropes of Leon's cum splashed across her chest. With her free hand she rubbed the warm seed into her tits, leaning in lick up what had dribbled down Leon's cock.

Leon moaned softly as he fired off a few more weak spurts, painting the professor's face with his spunk. His eyes were wide open, unfocused, staring at the ceiling as the woman lapped at his member. Her tongue sent post-orgasmic shivers through his body, his toes curling at the sensation.

The professor rumbled pleasantly as Leon's cock continued to spasm weakly in her grip, the male stiffening slightly with each contraction. She looked down at herself and grinned at her partner's load splattered across her chest, slowly dripping downwards towards her already cum-stained blouse. "Now," she asked, taking a moment to lick the cum from the back of her hand. "Feeling any better?"

Leon simply groaned in response, torn between the lazy bliss of afterglow and the residual ache still lingering in his balls.

She smiled. "Yeah, I know they still hurt. It takes a while, unfortunately."

The two rested in silence for a few moments, the woman content and the man exhausted. The professor lay down alongside Leon, her breasts pressing up against his side.

"Listen," she said, finally. Her hand continued to drift up and down slowly, absent-mindedly stroking the length still in her hand. "I know you're in no condition to move yet, and I don't have anywhere to be, so why don't you just...hang out here, for the time being?"

"Sounds...sounds good," panted Leon, still quite dazed and disoriented from his experience.

The professor smiled. "Good. And besides," she added playfully, shifting closer, "I believe we have a date..."

Leon let out a moan as her lips closed around his cock once again...

Pain, Personified (2): A Will and a Way

Nothing much to say about this chapter except that there's plenty more to come :P Again, enjoy!

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So my story about Deke wasn't enough to scare you off, huh? Strange people, you are. Not that I mind, of course -- I'm happy to talk about a subject like this all day.

Anyway, where was I...oh right, after the "accident". Lemme tell you, as far as accidents go that was probably the best one I ever made. Sure, I'd basically ruined my boytoy, and I was a little disappointed about that, but the knowledge I'd gained...it was pretty stimulating, to say the least. I spent pretty much the entire day after it happened locked in my room, frigging myself silly, imagining those big balls of his flattened between my toes. Then that night my mother and I had a nice long talk about the first guy she'd ever popped -- apparently some drunken football player came home with her after a frat party, expecting to get lucky, and ended up going home with less than he bargained for. It was more good bonding time.

Of course, once my initial horniness from the experience started to wear off, I had to start looking for someone to replace Deke -- someone new to bust. Otherwise, until I found a new boyfriend I'd have to get my kicks elsewhere. As a result, the month or so after Deke and I broke up was pretty rough on the local male population. I'd gotten quite used to having a pair of nuts to bust whenever I wanted, and that wasn't about to change just because he was gone. Instead I took it out on just about anyone with testicles. I sent more than few people home with bruised balls, I'm sure. It was fun to be back on the market for a while.

I was a little worried, though -- a girl can only bust so many people in one village before the word gets out, and sure enough, within a couple of weeks I had started to build up a reputation. I caught at least a few boys my age purposefully shying away from me, and even the ones still willing to talk to me got a lot more careful: keeping some distance, standing at an angle, making sure that if I did hit them it wasn't likely to crush anything. One guy got so worried he started wearing a cup -- which I only discovered by slamming my knee up into his groin. (Of course, he hadn't put it on correctly, so I still managed to drop him to his knees...)

The pickings got slimmer by the day. Once in a while I'd manage to rope a guy in for a night of sex, then spend the evening making him squeal, but it got progressively more difficult to hook people as my reputation spread. Apparently even the promise of a nubile young gal wasn't enough to convince a man to put his nuts on the line. I mean, I still managed to get in plenty of kicks and knees walking around town, but I started to worry that I'd never find another guy like Deke, someone to play with for hours on end. Until I met Will, that is.

I was down on the docks picking up some fish for dinner one night when I first ran into him. He was this skinny kid around my age, thin but not weak-looking, just lounging around and wasting time. That wasn't so unusual -- there were plenty of people who hung around the dock -- but what caught my eye was what he was wearing. I guess he must have been jogging earlier or something, because he was wearing a t-shirt and a pair of running shorts that didn't leave much to the imagination. My gaze was immediately drawn to the two sizable bulges that were his testicles, parked beneath an equally-impressive bulge that could only be his cock. He certainly wasn't shy about his equipment -- and why would he be, with tackle like that?

I licked my lips. Of course, being the girl I am, I had an appreciation for a fine pair of balls, and I couldn't very well leave without giving 'em a quick feel...or a kick. He was by himself, fortunately, so I snuck up behind him as quietly as I could and tapped him on the shoulder. "Um, excuse me?" I asked, putting on my most innocent look.

"Yeah?" He turned to face me, legs wide open...perfect. Before he had a chance to do anything else, I slammed my knee up into his crotch, pulverizing that tight package. It was a great hit -- he was completely unprepared, and I got him just right, hitting so hard that I lifted him into the air. I felt the twin orbs flatten against my thigh and gave myself a mental pat on the back -- he'd be hurting for a while from that kind of a knee. He let out a startled "oomph" at the blow, his body tensing, and his eyes went sorta unfocused...pretty typical stuff for a guy who's just been racked. I waited until he locked eyes with me, then pulled my knee back in order to let him fall, waiting for him to crumple onto his knees. But he didn't.

At first I was confused -- maybe I hadn't hit him as hard as I thought? -- but when I looked down, his legs were quivering, barely supporting his weight. I'd definitely busted him good, but somehow he was staying upright. He wasn't even hunched over! Any guy in his right mind would be holding his balls, at least trying to protect himself, but he was just standing there like I hadn't even hit him. I could still see those two lumps in his shorts -- rearranged a bit by my knee, but otherwise as plump and healthy-looking as ever.

Finally my victim seemed to gather his thoughts, a pained but amused look spreading across his face. "Is that all you got?" he asked, grinning.

I was too stunned for a response, so I just did the first thing that came to mind: I hauled off and kicked him in the babymakers, as hard as I could. I was in bare feet, and all he had on were those tight-fitting shorts, so I could feel his nuts as I made contact. I knew I'd caught 'em both, slamming them up into the pelvis, following all the way through with my kick to make sure his eggs were nice and scrambled. It was a textbook ballbust, the kind my mother would be proud of, and the look on his face said the same thing -- score one for Kayla. I held my foot there for another moment, juggling his balls with my toes before pulling back to let him drop to the ground.

I watched him struggle with himself for a moment. His eyes were bugged out just a bit as his body tried to process the pain coming from his groin, the flood of signals racing up his spine. He started to bend over, knees buckling -- then stopped and began straightening again, slowly but surely. From the way his body shook, he was obviously in agony, but somehow he managed to hold it together, his legs still spread.

Well. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't impressed -- I hadn't met the man yet who could stay standing after a kick like that. And he still wasn't even covering himself! His hands twitched, obviously eager to cover the twin orbs between his legs before I could crush 'em again, but he managed to keep them to his sides, leaving his hefty nuts open to whatever torture I had next. Almost like he wanted me to kick 'em again. The idea was tempting.

"Mmmgh." He gasped, still grinning despite the obvious pain. "C-Come on, you can do better than that."

I had to laugh. He had guts, if maybe not brains, and I liked that. "Are you looking to get your balls popped?"

"Depends," he grunted, still fighting to maintain his balance. He gave me the best sly look he could, given the circumstances. "Will you be doing the popping?"

Y'know, it's strange -- I got compliments from guys all the time, on things like my looks or my personality, but they rarely affected as much as his little remark did. I felt a blush rising to my cheeks, which was only aided by the sight of the bow-legged boy in front of me. Damnit, he was so cute trying not to buckle over! I couldn't take it. Without another word I turned away, preparing to leave -- but not before sending a sharp back-kick up between his legs, my heel striking his ballsac with an audible thud.

That, apparently, was enough: he lost all pretense of composure and toppled to his knees, hands moving to cup his battered groin. "Oh fuck," he groaned, curling up on the ground.

I smiled to myself and left.

That was our first encounter, and it was enough to keep me thinking about him almost non-stop for the next week. I went back to the dock a few times, hoping to bump into him again, but he was never there, so I had to content myself with the memory...which was more than enough to fuel a few late-night masturbation sessions. After a few days I started to fear that maybe I wouldn't see him again, but then one sunny afternoon we ran into each other in the center of town. I was out with some girlfriends to take advantage of the weather, and when I looked up, there he was, sitting on a bench and reading a magazine. I managed to excuse myself from the group and walked over to join him, scoping him out before he had a chance to notice me. I noted the crotch of his rather baggy shorts with some disappointment -- it was impossible to make anything out, even though I knew what lay just underneath.

I didn't have much time to be disappointed, though, as just then he looked up, glancing around for a moment before catching my eye. I'm sure he recognized me right away, but for whatever reason he chose not to say anything about our last encounter. Instead he just waved me over, gesturing to the empty seat beside him. He set his magazine aside as I took a seat.

"I'm think I may have seen you around here before," he started, smiling. He held out a hand. "I'm Will. Nice to meet you."

"Uh...Kayla," I replied, grabbing and shaking his hand. "Nice to meet you too."

That was how it all started -- we got to talking, and talking led to flirting, and we ended up hitting it off surprisingly well. I have interests outside of ballbusting, of course -- writing, gymnastics, swimming -- and as it turned out, we happened to like a lot of the same things. It was wonderful just hanging out and getting to know each other, swapping stories and experiences. We even got into a pretty long discussion about Neil Gaiman's latest book. Still, it was hard to focus with him sitting like he was, his legs spread, practically inviting another nutcracking. Every couple minutes I would steal a glance at the crotch of his shorts, imagining those plump spuds of his beneath my foot, or between my teeth, or squashed slowly by my fingers...

Eventually I realized that I had been sitting there for quite a while -- long enough that my friends had given up on waiting for me and left. In fact, judging from the grumbling of my stomach, it was about time to head home for some of my mother's cooking -- that or get grounded for breaking curfew.

"Listen," I said, "it's been fantastic talking to you, but I've gotta go -- we should hang out again sometime soon."

"Of course, I'd love to!" He grinned. "Same time tomorrow?"

"Sure! That sounds great." I smiled. "I'll see you tomorrow, then." With that I climbed to my feet, preparing to leave, but as I turned to walk away I caught a glint in his eye that I hadn't seen before -- the same amused glint that I'd seen when we'd first met. I paused, looking back at him one more time.

He looked straight back at me, still grinning. "Seriously?" he asked.

I blinked. "Sorry?"

He chuckled, folding his arms across his chest. "It's just...you haven't tried to bust me once this entire conversation. I assumed you'd be all over me given the chance -- is something wrong?"

I couldn't help but laugh. It was so forward, after we'd both spent the entire afternoon tiptoeing around the topic -- but it was just what I'd been waiting to hear. "You mean you didn't get enough the first time?" I teased, looking down at his crotch. "I assumed the boys'd still be swollen about now. Besides, it seemed to me like a couple kicks were more than enough."

"Oh, I don't know that I could ever get enough of those legs of yours," he replied smoothly, eyes drifting downwards. "Wanna show me what else you got?"

I didn't need a second invitation. I took a step towards him, leaning in to whisper in his ear and placing a knee on the bench for support. Of course, I made sure to plant that knee in a very specific place, finding his balls in those baggy shorts and shifting my weight forward until they began to pancake outwards beneath me. I could feel the twin globes squirm, trying to escape the pressure, and -- oh god, I hadn't squashed a pair of nuts this good since me and Deke were still together. I could imagine his gonads distorting under my weight, those spunk-heavy nuggets flattening until they were ready to burst.

"How's this?" I asked, pressing down to accentuate.

He took a moment to respond, the look of pained shock on his face gradually turning into a pained smile. "G-good," he stuttered, glancing up at me. "Oh...oh god, you really know your way around a pair of nuts. Ohhh."

"Why thank you," I replied, smiling sweetly. Will let out another "oof" as I bounced in his lap, grinding his balls against the wood of the bench.

It was only then that I noticed something poking insistently against my thigh, something thick and...throbbing. I'm not sure how I had missed the massive tent in his pants before, but it was more than obvious now, rubbing up eagerly against my leg. I wasn't sure if he was hard because of all the flirting we'd been doing, or if it was actually because I was kneeling on his nuts, but either way, he certainly wasn't getting any softer. I figured an erection was invitation enough. Without a word, I reached down, wrapped my fingers around the straining bulge in his pants, and gave it a few quick strokes.

Will tensed and, to my surprise, exploded, his cock leaping in my grip and firing thick shots of spunk into his shorts. I could feel his member twitch as he blew his load, the cum forming a huge wet spot on the front of his pants. Will bent forwards with a quiet gasp, burying his face in my chest as his body shook and surrendered its spunk. I let him stay that way for a few more seconds, moaning out his pain and pleasure as he came down from his peak. It wasn't the smoothest thing in the world, to be sure, but it was flattering in a way.

I watched him twitch for a few moments longer, resisting the urge to slip a hand beneath my own waistband. God knows I was wet enough, but that could wait. First things first.

"Tomorrow, yes?" I asked, looking him straight in the eyes.

Will forced his gaze upwards to meet mine. "It's a date," he panted.

I leant back, taking my weight off his groin, and immediately he curled up, nursing his flattened spuds. I smiled, bending to give him a quick peck on the forehead before I turned and walked away, mind full of ideas for tomorrow.

Pain, Personified (1): Learning the Hard Way

This is actually written from the perspective of a female character from another one of my stories, Dragon Slaying. That story might be worth checking out if you don't mind the idea of a male dragon getting the spunk beaten out of his balls by various women, but if that's not quite your thing, at least you've got this spin-off :P Enjoy!

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So Poiu tells me that some of you guys like this stuff, which is...interesting, to say the least. Not the reaction I usually get. Still, it's always nice to find another soul who appreciates dropping men to the floor, so the more the merrier I suppose.


I guess I'm not being very clear so far -- let me introduce myself. The name's Kayla. I'm a village leader in the southern plains, and I've got a reputation as a bit of a bitch...which is a bit of an exaggeration. I'm actually a pretty friendly individual, if you try talking to me. I just happen to have a personality quirk that about 50% of the population disapproves of: I enjoy kicking guys in the balls. A lot. Honestly, what girl doesn't?


Yeah, I know, I probably just made all the guys cringe. What can I say? I am what I am, and you are what you are. Not my fault you were born male.


Chances are if you've heard of me before you've also heard at least some of the rumors. I don't wanna spend too much time on those right now, but lemme set at least a few things straight for the guys:

- No, for the hundredth time, I wasn't raped as a kid or anything like that. I don't hate men, I like busting balls. Big difference.

- No, the women in my village are not all ballbusters. (Not all of them.)

- Yes, I'm straight. Why else would guys even come near me?

- The rumor about me being used as a military interrogator is false, though I'm not 100% sure I'd say no if they asked.

- The rolling pin one is true, but he completely deserved it, and I left him with one anyway.


And also, to answer a few questions the girls always end up asking:

- There are lots of good methods, but recently I've been very fond of squeezing. It's nice when you can really feel a guy's grapes squirm between your fingers.

- Barefoot? Usually three or four kicks, but I can do it in one if you really piss me off.
- The biggest I've seen were around the size of lemons, actually. Poor guy.
- Yes, sometimes the pop is audible.

- No, they don't taste like chicken. (Unless they come from a rooster, I guess.)



You're probably wondering how a nice girl like me gets into ballbusting in the first place, right? Heh. It's kind of a long story, actually, so maybe I'll tell it to you later. For now, suffice it to say that it runs in the family. My mother was a pretty prolific ballbuster in her day -- in fact, she continues to be now. That might explain why she's never held on to any one guy for very long. I mean, even my dad was just a one-night thing, some guy who knocked up my mom and staggered out with bruised balls in the morning. With that kind of a history, I guess it's no surprise that the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Ballbusting has always just seemed natural to me. I mean, why would a guy's nuts be hanging out there if you weren't meant to have some fun with 'em? That's what Mom always said.

Anyway, that's a topic for another time -- right now I want to talk about something else. Specifically, someone else: my first boyfriend, Deke. After all, if it was my mother who got me interested in crushing nuts, it was Deke who gave me the experience.


Ever since I hit puberty, I haven't had a problem attracting men -- hell, I've probably starred in more fantasies and wet dreams than you could count. I know I've got a body and I'm not shy about it, and well, that tends to make the guys come running. (Or just come.) Maybe that's one of the reasons I've always seen males as somewhat expendable. After all, with everyone drooling over me, I've pretty much got my pick of the men. There are enough studs around here -- even if you don't wanna put up with me, I can certainly find someone else who does.


Of course, that body didn't really come until I was in my teens -- at least, not the important parts, the parts that made the guys pay attention. It's hard to pinpoint exactly when the change happened, but I do remember lying in bed one morning, rolling onto my stomach and suddenly realizing that I'd grown some breasts. By that time, the curves had already started elsewhere, running down through my hips and legs, and within another couple weeks I'd really started to attract the boys' interest. After that, all I had to do was wear a short skirt one morning and I had hooked my first boyfriend by noon.


Now, I'd never made a secret of the fact that I was a ballbuster -- I'd racked most of the village males around my age at least once -- so when Deke and I started dating, he knew what he was getting into. Or at least, I'm sure he thought he did. Sure, I'd kicked those rubbery eggs of his a couple of times before, left him crumpled on his knees, but even I didn't realize just how into it I'd get. I'd never had a pair of nuts to myself before, and now that I did, it was time to try out all the things I'd been wanting to...


Deke was a year older than me, a total athlete, just coming into his prime -- and of course, as any man should, he had the equipment to match. His balls were the ones I really honed my craft on: two big, low-hanging plums, that felt just perfect when they were flattened against my knee or crushed beneath my toes. He had the first pair of bare balls I ever sunk my thumbs into -- or my teeth, for that matter, though I only managed to do that a few times. When I look back on it, it's a wonder he let me do all the things I did to his poor nuts...though maybe not a surprise. After all, he was right at that age where a guy will do just about anything for a girl to get him off. He was quick to forgive another kick in the spuds when I was slurping down his cock, or rubbing it between my tits, helping him blow another load. He tried to break up with me a few times, but I always managed to rope him back in with my body, whatever it took. Once he tried to end it at a restaurant, out in public so I couldn't pull anything, but I just got down and blew him under the table -- without a tablecloth. He pretty much stopped trying to break up after that.


It wasn't like I didn't enjoy the sex, either. I mean, he was hung, and I took full advantage of that fact -- after all, I enjoyed seeing him quiver in pleasure almost as much as I enjoyed seeing him quiver in pain. I even let him take my virginity, though only after a long, long session of cracking his nuts (nature's birth control, you know). I'd let him fuck me with my hand around his balls, ready to squeeze if he was too close to cumming...or just if I felt like it. It's cute to see a guy keep trying to thrust when his knees are buckling beneath him. Sometimes I'd ride him until he was right on the edge, then clamp down on his nuts until he went soft...then repeat...and repeat...and repeat. It got me off like nothing else, and it made his balls swell like you wouldn't believe. When he finally busted a nut it was like a geyser.


All in all we dated for about six months, and during that time it was glorious -- glorious to have a male that was mine, with a package I could use or abuse as I pleased. As any real ballbuster will tell you, spend enough time crushing one pair of balls and you really get to know 'em backwards and forwards. I spent so much time bashing those babymakers of his that by the end, I knew just how to go after Deke's balls to get the reaction I wanted.


Of course, that was only after I'd spent some time experimenting. About a month into our relationship, his parents had to leave the village for a few days...so I invited him to my place. His parents were a little skeptical about leaving their teenage son alone with his girlfriend, but they agreed to it with some reassurance from my mom. (God bless 'er -- I told her my 'plans' and she got even more excited than I was. Happy to see her daughter was growing up into a proper ballbuster, I guess.)


The first night was the best -- before he understood what was about to happen. We fooled around for a little while, like we usually did, until I ended up lying on top of him in a sixty-nine position. This accomplished several things. First of all, I had direct access to his balls -- and his cock, for those times when I felt like sucking on something. Second, he had direct access to me, which never hurt. Third -- and this was what he didn't know about yet -- from on top of him I could feel every last movement he made, every tremble and vibration that told me how much pain he was in. It was the perfect feedback system, particularly with his face buried between my legs. The more agony Deke was in, the more he would shake, and the more pleasure I would feel. (I wish I could say I was clever enough to come up with the idea on my own, but again, it was my mother who was the real ballbusting pioneer in our family.)


Long story short, the rest of the night was spent introducing Deke to the joys of nutsqueezing...long, painful nutsqueezing. At first I had trouble keeping him conscious, which was frustrating. After all, there's not much of a point to bashing a guy's nuts if he's not awake to feel it. I was a fast learner, though, and soon I figured out what his limits were, how to maximize the pain without making him faint. Of course, that was only the beginning -- after a few more hours of experimentation, pinching and prodding and flattening those heavy orbs of his, I started to really understand how to get what I wanted. I knew how to squeeze to make him pass out, of course, but I also knew how to squeeze to make his voice jump an octave, how to squeeze to make him squeal so loud he woke up the neighbors, even how to squeeze the cum straight out of his balls, so that it dribbled thickly from the tip of his cock. I did that for a while, squishing those spunk-filled pods of his between my fingers and drinking his seed straight from the tap. I think that was the only time I ever deep-throated him, too -- I usually had trouble cramming a solid seven inches of cock down my throat, but I was so turned on at the time that I just sucked the whole thing down. Too bad he didn't seem to enjoy it.


That was basically how we spent the next several days: me, busting Deke to my heart's content, and Deke, just trying to make sure he still had balls for me to bust. Oh, and my mother, who would occasionally stop in to see how we were doing or to show me something I hadn't yet discovered on my own. Of course, we didn't spend the whole time just squeezing -- the next morning we moved on to slaps, and then punches, and then kicks, which turned out to be my favorite. I didn't really understand how destructive a kick could be until my mother demonstrated the proper technique: putting your body behind it, catching both nuts on top of your foot, and flattening them into the pelvis. She had Deke get on his hands and knees for her to demonstrate, and then kicked him so hard -- I swear I'm not making this up -- that not only did his lower body leave the ground, but his entire body flipped over, head over heels, so that he crashed on his back. It was inspiring. That was first time I ever heard that kind of mewling from a guy -- Deke, hands wrapped around whatever was left of his balls, making these ungodly noises as he rocked back and forth in the fetal position. We had to give him an hour or two to recover before we moved on.


The next day involved stomping, a little bit of biting (though by this point, they had swollen too big to fit in my mouth), and some kneeing. I really enjoy a good knee, too -- there's a certain satisfaction in walking up to a guy all slow and sultry, then suddenly slamming a knee up between his legs. It's oddly enjoyable, feeling your target slide down your thigh afterwards...and with Deke naked, I could even feel his nuts pancaked against my skin, which was stimulating to say the least. (Another advantage of kneeing: it is quite possible to jill yourself silly while you pound on your male.)


I finally stopped the morning before he went home. It was hard, but I had to make sure Deke could walk, or his parents'd probably be more than a little suspicious. I laid him out on my bed and spent the day giving him icepacks and painkillers, trying make sure his balls would at least fit in his pants when we put them back on. Meanwhile, my mom helped me satisfy my new-found ballbusting craving by telling me stories about her own experiences, reminiscing about all the guys she'd racked when she was younger. Lemme tell ya, testicles are a surprisingly good subject for mother-daughter bonding time.


Before his parents arrived to pick him up, we stuffed him back into his clothes and made sure he could move on his own. He seemed alright enough. I was still worried that he was going to tell his parents what had happened, but on the way out the door my mother pulled him aside and whispered something in his ear, and then...well, let's just say I've never seen a guy turn that white, even with his gonads beneath my feet. Needless to say, I don't think his parents ever heard. Afterwards, I asked my mom what she had said, but to this day she refuses to tell me.


Anyway, that weekend pretty much set the tone for the rest of our relationship. Of course, at first he wanted to break up with me, and as a result I had to turn up the sex quite a bit to stop him from running away. It's not like I minded, though -- we were both horny teenagers, and he was a good fuck. Besides, once I'd given him a week or two to get used to the idea, he became pretty tolerant. He was never all that dominant a personality to begin with, and I guess after a weekend like that, a simple kick in the nuts didn't seem quite as unbearable any more. Good thing, too: I don't think there was a single day we spent together after that where I didn't rack him at least once. That's how the next few months passed. I continued to try out all sorts of stuff whenever I had the chance: some of it focused on his cock, some of it focused on his balls, but all of it focused on my pleasure. I'd always get him to squeal, one way or another.


Then, well...then I learned something new.


We were at my place again, on a Saturday night. I'd been out of town with my mother, so we hadn't seen each other for a week, and as a result we were both raring to go. I figured I'd help him release some tension before we did anything else, so I started things out by giving him a nice, slow blowjob, sucking on that thick pole of his -- and blow he did. Deke was always a producer, no matter what state his balls were in, but I guess with a full week away from my usual abuse they'd really been able to kick into overdrive. I couldn't swallow more than the first shot or two, so he ended up pretty much covering my chest in spunk before he finally ran out of juice.


Of course, with his orgasm out of the way, now it was time for mine...and I knew exactly what I'd been missing for the past week. Before he could even settle into his afterglow, my foot was in his junk, stomping away. There's nothing quite like a guy's nuggets between your toes, after all. Immediately he was squealing, trying to pull my leg away, but that was nothing unusual. Guys always do that when you're crushing their nuts, even if it's just a couple kicks. Sure, he seemed a bit more frantic than normal, but he'd just blown a load, and he hadn't been busted for a week -- of course he was a little sensitive. We'd done this plenty of times before, though. I didn't think it was anything special until I realized his sack felt a lot emptier than usual, and by then...well, by then the damage was done.


Now, you'd think that a girl as dedicated to nut-bashing as me would know that they can pop, but somehow that knowledge had escaped me until just then. I mean, I'd masturbated to the thought of squashing 'em flat, but I always assumed they'd, I dunno, reinflate afterwards. My mother never told me, either -- I guess she wanted me to discover it for myself. So you can imagine what a surprise it was when I realized those two egg-sized orbs of Deke's, the pair that I'd enjoyed tormenting for so long, were suddenly...gone. I guess I must have grown, because we'd definitely done this kind of stomping before without any problem.


I wasn't even freaked out, really, once I got over my initial shock -- if anything, I was disappointed that I hadn't felt 'em pop. I mean, here was a whole side of crushing nuts that I hadn't even known existed! Deke was out cold, so I poked at his pouch for a while, feeling the remnants of his manhood slosh around my toes, when suddenly it hit me: I'd destroyed a male. He was never going to produce any spunk again. Suddenly I was very self-conscious of my tits, still sticky with the last of his seed, dripping down in trails towards my soaking slit. A part of me felt guilty -- after all, he was a nice boy, and I did like him -- but a much larger part was getting hornier by the second. I thought of his nuts in that low-hanging ballsac, slowly distorting under my feet, the rubbery orbs begging for relief...until *pop* they burst, flattened one too many times for the male to take. The thought made me unbearably wet, and before I knew it I was thrusting one hand in and out of my cunt, squeezing my breasts with the other, mewling my own high-pitched cry as I came harder than I ever had before. I must have worked through a good dozen orgasms or so, sitting there, frigging myself silly. The whole time I kept one foot pressed into his groin, thinking of all the torture his nuts had gone through before they finally gave up and burst. God, even thinking about it now gets me all hot and bothered. A girl's first nut-popping is a very special moment, you know.


It was kinda funny, actually -- even though he was unconscious, and his nuts were definitely gone, Deke couldn't seem to escape the pain. Every time I came I'd tense up, and my foot would push into his groin -- and his legs would twitch, like he could still feel me squashing his balls. Hell, I bet he still has phantom pains now, poor kid.


Anyway, even through all this, I managed to keep some presence of mind. After I'd spent a good couple minutes fingering myself, I scraped some of the spunk off my chest and dumped it into a cup, so that he'd at least have a chance of having kids some day. Of course, once I'd done that I went right back to masturbating. I even fooled around with his cock for a while, stroking that limp monster and thinking about all the times I'd seen it spurt. I've always considered it a compliment to my talents that I managed to get him hard again, even right after he'd lost his spuds. And of course, once I had him standing at attention, I couldn't let a fuckstick like his go to waste...wouldn't you know, he was still a good lay even without half his equipment.


Eventually, once I'd tired myself out, I realized that there was quite a bit of stuff I had to deal with -- for one thing, his parents were going to be pissed. This is where my mother came in. I told her what had happened, and once she got over her initial joy, she managed to piece together some sort of crazy story. The three of us had been thatching the roof, and Deke had fallen off onto the fencepost in just the wrong way, landed right on his groin...it was a bit farfetched, sure, but you try coming up with something better. When we broke the news, his parents were obviously upset and more than a bit suspicious, but Deke was still frightened enough of me and my mother than he corroborated the story, and they were pretty well convinced after that. By the time we showed them the semen we'd managed to 'save' from his flattened balls, they were actually thanking us.


Deke and I broke up pretty shortly after that, unsurprisingly. It was definitely a bit of a bummer than I no longer had my go-to ballbusting boy, but I was still able to take it out on other men around the village. It was a nice change of pace, actually, to go from busting one pair of nuts to busting several dozen. It's funny how different people react. Besides, even if I hadn't had other people to rack, I now had a memory that was more than enough to get me off any time I wanted. It'd be months before I felt the need to really go out and bust someone again...but that's a story for another time.

Back Alley Ballpopping

This is just a short blurb, but it came out pretty well, so it's worth reposting. It also inspired this set of 3d renders by animation223322, so if you're looking for some visual material to go with your text, this may be the story for you.

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The woman bent over, hands on her knees, chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath.

"Not bad," the man huffed, a bit short of wind himself. "I like it when they've got a bit of fight in 'em."

"Shut up!" she spat back, wiping the cold sweat from her forehead. "Leave me the fuck alone!"

Her assailant smirked, a lewd grin spreading across his face. He reached down absently, stroking at the thick member that throbbed between his legs. "Oh no, miss, I'm afraid I'm not done with you yet..."

The woman saw him start to move and tried to protect herself, but was knocked to the ground as the male rushed her. She cried out as she landed on her back, the ground scratching angrily at her bare skin. She let out a quiet groan and looked up to find the man standing over her, a sickeningly smug look on his face. His engorged cock hung heavily a few feet in front of her, bobbing slightly with his heartbeat.

"Well?" he asked, placing his hands on his hips as his eyes roamed over her naked upper body. "What do you say we make this easy, eh? You've got a hell of a rack -- if you're willing to cooperate, I might just titfuck you and let you be on your way."

Her jaw dropped. "How...how can you do this?!"

He smirked again. "With a body like yours, how could I not? So what do you say: are you gonna play nice, or do I have to get mean?"

The woman was shocked silent for a moment before she was overcome with a renewed rage. Her attacker obviously had the upper hand, but she still wanted to get up and beat the stuffing out of him, hit him so hard he couldn't stand up for a week -- and then something caught her eye. He was standing with his legs slightly spread, her legs positioned beneath him, perfectly placed for a hard kick in the--

"There's only one way I'd ever willingly touch someone like you," she replied, slowly drawing her legs back, rearing to strike. Her eyes hardened. "Like this!"

The man had only a moment to be confused before her feet slammed up into his testicles, crushing them against his pelvis. His eyes flew open as his hands instinctively went to his crotch, only to find the woman's powerful legs pumping upwards.

"Oh...oh God!" he finally managed to squeak, body shaking in pain. "My balls, my balls!"

"My balls," the woman growled, gritting her teeth as she pulled her feet back and launched them into his jewels again. She could feel the rubbery orbs against her feet as she made contact: could feel the nutflesh squish between her toes as she mangled his manhood.

This time the man let out a long, keen wail, desperately clutching at her legs as her toes scrambled his eggs. "My BALLS!" he screamed, clawing at her calves. "My BALLS!"

She unleashed a third and final kick up into the man's gonads, this one knocking him backwards onto the ground. He landed with a thud and a groan, instantly curling to protect his tenderized testicles. The woman took a second to breathe before shakily climbing to her feet, all the while watching the male in front of her.

The rapist, for his part, was trying to regain his senses. His balls had never been treated that way before, never been abused so harshly. After all, testicles were for male pleasure: for women to suck on and worship like the life-giving organs that they were. An adrenalized surge of anger rushed through him. How dare she? He'd show the bitch her place. From the fetal position he suddenly whirled, ready to strike, and--

--And stopped, a look of absolute shock on his face, as he felt a foot come down to rest on his unprotected balls.

"Wha--!" he stuttered, jerking instinctively backwards only to stop with an unintelligible squawk as she bore down harder on his jewels, pinning them underfoot. His balls were stretched painfully from his crotch, nearly halfway to his knees, forcing him to scuttle forwards to relieve the tension.

The female watched with an amused smile, appraising her would-be rapist's package with her foot as he struggled for composure. Her smile grew wider as she realized just how well he had been endowed. A pity balls like that are wasted on someone like him, she thought to herself.

"Well," she stated, looking down at the supine male. "What have we here?"

He fought to control both the anger and the fear in his voice as he replied. "What the hell," he spat, "are you doing?"

She glared. "You were just trying to rape me. What does it look like I'm doing?"

The man snarled. "Listen, bitch, get your foot off my baaaaahh!" he cried out as the woman pressed down, sending a wave of pain through his gut.

She scowled down at him. "Listen, asshole," she growled menacingly, "if you want me to pop 'em right now, just call me 'bitch' again."

He looked up at his busty target, fear slowly spreading across his face. "But you -- you couldn't possibly--"

"Oh can't I?" She grinned down cruelly at him, flexing her toes atop his ballsac. "Self-defense. Who are the police going to listen to, the big burly man or the defenseless little girl? I can do whatever I damn well want, and that includes busting your sorry balls." She folded her arms across her chest. "Hate to break it to you, but you're fucked."

The man tried to slow his speeding heart; he could feel the cold sweat forming on his body. "You -- you don't have the guts!"

She snorted. "After what you just tried to pull? Besides, let's just say I've got some experience." She caught the quick look of shock that flickered across his face. "Yeah, that's right. Usually just kicks and knees, but sometimes, well...last time was an accident, but that doesn't mean my ex is any less of a eunuch."

Her rapist's eyes grew wide. "No -- no, please," he begged, trembling beneath the female. "Oh god, please, you wouldn't!"

The woman laughed and leaned over, offering him a perfect view of her generous tits. "Oh," she half-growled, half-breathed, staring directly back at him, "oh, I would."

"They're my testicles!" he cried, desperate, trying to ignore the foot resting on his groin. "You can't, please! You're not a man -- you don't understand the pain!"

"You know," she remarked, ignoring his pleas as she rolled his nuts beneath the sole of her foot, "it's funny. These little things are the source of all your strength, and yet they're so--" The woman paused and felt his nuts for a moment, playing with the twin orbs. She stopped. "So vulnerable," she finished with a grin.

"Oh goaaggh!" he choked, doubling over in pain as she applied pressure to his unprotected manhood. Instinctively he reached for her calf, trying to pull her leg from his groin.

She laughed again as he wrapped around her leg, letting out an agonized moan as her toes splayed around his nuts. She savored the feeling of his gonads for a moment before increasing the pressure, causing the male to release a keener, higher-pitched wail.

"My baaalls!" he squealed, his head jerking backwards in agony. "No no please anything just noAAGGH!"

She bore down even harder on the man's testicles, flattening them beneath her foot. With obvious relish she flexed her toes, smiling wickedly as he screeched in pain. Drool dripped from the corner of the his mouth as his body spasmed, trying to find a way to dislodge his angry attacker.

Unfortunately, things were about to get much worse. Despite the agony, his member had not gotten any softer -- on the contrary, if anything it was now throbbing even harder than before. His body didn't know what to make of the situation...hell, she might be crushing his gonads, but she was still a naked chick. The sexual overload was too much for the poor male. His cock twitched once, twice, and began firing long ropes of cum onto the woman's calves, even as she continued to flatten his balls.

She recoiled at the unknown substance, her shock becoming rage as the last of the male's thick seed dribbled down onto her toes. "Oh you are going to pay for that," she growled, lifting her foot once more before slamming her heel down on his battered ballsac.

The man squealed frantically, his body spasming in agony as her foot came down again and again. There was nothing to protect his nuts from the woman's terrible onslaught: each blow landed squarely on the twin spheres, sending unimaginable waves of pain through his body.

"Which nut do you think'll pop first?" she taunted as she stomped yet again, crushing his gonads brutally between her heel and the unforgiving concrete. The once spherical orbs were slowly losing their shape, flattening under her repeated blows. Finally she paused for a moment, looked down to size up her target, and stomped one more time, mashing the swollen seedsacks into the ground.

The man's face was completely white as he let out a ghastly shriek, hands pulling frantically at the female's foot -- until he froze, completely still, as a muffled *pop* came from his groin.

She giggled. "Ooh. The left one, apparently."

The man let out a pathetic-sounding mewl and fell back limply, finally falling unconscious. The disappointed woman brought her foot down once more in hope of waking him up, but succeeded only in further pulping the nut she had just popped, with no reaction from the male.

"Fucker," she mumbled under her breath. "Well, while you're out, I suppose I should make sure this doesn't happen again..."

The man twitched slightly as she slammed a powerful kick up between his legs. Without another nut to share the pressure, his remaining testicle took the entire impact, flattening around her toes with a sickly squelch. Unsatisfied, she kicked again, her toes sinking into her rapist's crotch. She could feel his nut stressed to the breaking point -- and then felt it burst, suddenly losing its shape. With a smirk she withdrew her foot from his groin, looking at the now-empty sac between his legs. She poked at the misshapen bulge, the mush in his ballsac squishing between her toes.

The woman took a moment to catch her breath, wiping the perspiration from her forehead. "Asshole," she muttered, pulling out her cell phone to call the police...

breaking new ground

I've been posting my stuff over at the TLCnet ballbusting forum for a while now, but I figured it couldn't hurt to gather it all in one place for easy reading. If you're into F/M ballbusting, hopefully you'll find something to enjoy here :P