Snippet: The Beach House

Hey -- I know I haven't posted anything here in forever, so I thought I'd post part of a work-in-progress that I might not ever finish.

The basic plot is something like this: two guys and their girlfriends go on a trip to a beach house, and end up discovering that they're all into BB. Furthermore, judging from their particular preferences, it seems like both couples might be better off swapping partners. It's not a very realistic premise, but it's certainly a fun one to write about.

Anyway, that should be enough background for this one scene. I'm doubtful I'll ever finish this whole story, but maybe I'll finish another scene or two at some point in the future :) Enjoy!

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I woke up the next morning to a sudden shock of pain, and opened my eyes to find a topless Jane seated between my legs, pinching one of my balls between her fingers.

"Oogh," I grunted, unprepared for the sudden ache rising again in my gut. "Ow...couldn't you have at least waited until I woke up?"

"You were taking too long," she replied. She gave my nut another rough squeeze, earning another pained grunt in response. "Besides, if you're planning to sleep in the buff I think your balls are fair game."

That was true -- after the events of last night, I'd fallen into bed without bothering to put anything on. Currently I was sprawled out on my back, my legs loosely spread, presenting the world with a pair of a bare balls and an obvious case of morning wood. And of course, my erection was only getting stronger with Jane fondling my junk.

I shook my head and tried to focus. "Are the others up yet?"

"Yeah, Sara and Martin are downstairs making breakfast. Eggs, I think." She grinned. "Scrambled eggs, if Sara has anything to say about it."

Now that was a mental image --  my girlfriend's foot buried in my best friend's balls. I would've felt dirty for thinking about it if I hadn't seen it myself just last night. I could only hope that Martin felt as comfortable with his own girlfriend busting my spuds.

Speaking of which...I sucked down another breath as Jane rolled my nut carefully in her fingers, always keeping a steady pressure on the sensitive sphere. It was hard to think about much else while she was down there between my legs, poking and prodding -- even her bare, near-perfect breasts failed to draw much of my attention.

Of course, by now I was as hard as a rock -- it was hard to avoid that with a girl feeling you up and all. I might have felt a bit more embarrassed about it if she didn't seem so focused on playing with my gonad. She certainly seemed to know what she was doing. My toes curled as her grip tightened for a moment, my testicles crying out at the abuse. Heck, with the way her nails were digging into the side, if she squeezed any harder I'd be in some serious trouble. It probably wouldn't take all that much force to...

"Have you ever thought about popping one?" I asked.

Jane stopped in her examination and looked up at me. "Why, are you offering?"

I blushed. Why had I even asked that? "Uh, n-no," I stammered, back-pedalling quickly, "I was just, uh...curious."

She chuckled. "Relax, I wasn't serious." She turned her gaze back to my ballsac. "Yeah, I've thought about it before. Never actually done it, but a girl can dream, right?"

"R-right."

She smiled at the nervousness in my voice, but didn't look up. "It's kind of sexy to think about, though. Actually, I used to -- wait, no, I can't tell you that."

That got my attention. "Tell me what?" I asked.

Her face started turning red. "It's way too embarrassing."

"Aww," I whined. I couldn't let her drop the subject that easily. "Come on, I promise I won't tell."

"Well..." She bit her lip. "Promise?"

"I won't tell a soul."

"Not even Martin?"

"Not even Martin."

"Well...okay." She smiled up at me. "But if you do tell, I promise you this nut is as good as peanut butter."

I yelped as she jabbed her thumb roughly into the center of my left nut, the rubbery orb sending a wave of nausea up my spine. "U-understood," I coughed, trying not to squirm.

"Good." She eased up on the plump egg, allowing it to reassume its usual oval shape, but continued to play roughly with my testicles as she talked. "So this one time, I was, uh...masturbating."

This was already off to a good start. "Mmm-hmm."

"This was at home, in my room, so it must have been...let's see...it must have been the summer before freshman year, before I started college. I think it was a weekday night, and it had been super-humid all day, so I ended up taking my top off, and eventually I ended up taking all my clothes off, and then one thing led to another -- you know what I mean."

I dumbly nodded my assent, my eyes returning to her exposed rack for a moment.

"Right. Well, obviously I've got a thing for ballbusting, so sometimes when I'm jilling off I like to squeeze something -- pretending it was some poor guy's nuts in my hand. At the time I had this nice-sized little stress ball that sat on my desk, a little bigger than a golf ball, and any time I wanted to fantasize about ballbusting I'd grab it and just, y'know, crush away. It was squishy enough that it felt sorta realistic, so I, uh...I ended up spending a lot of time with this stress ball," she admitted somewhat sheepishly.

"Right."

"Yeah. So anyway, like I said, I was jilling off and squeezing this stress ball without thinking about it, because y'know, it's a stress ball -- you're supposed to be able to squeeze it as hard as you want. But I guess I'd just used the ball too many times, or maybe I was a little hornier than usual, because just as I was about to cum, I squeezed as hard as I could and it, uh..." She blushed. "It exploded."

"Exploded?"

"Yeah, you know...it burst. Little bits of squishy ball stuffing going everywhere." Jane looked back down at my package. "And of course, in my little fantasy it was some man's junk, so the second I felt it collapse I had this crazy orgasm -- for a few seconds I swear I couldn't even see."

She seemed pretty embarrassed by this point, but I was more turned on than I thought possible. My right nut was still trapped between her fingers, her thumb pressing firmly into the side, her grip loosening and tightening as she told her story. I shot a glance downwards at my groin, watching for a moment as the rubbery sphere trembled in place. Just above my member was practically ready to explode, a clear dribble of precum running down the length of my shaft.

"So...that's the story?" I asked, breathlessly.

"Well no," she continued, "see, that's not even the embarrassing part. The thing is, when the stress ball burst, it made this really loud popping sound, like a balloon or something. Like, really loud -- way louder than if one of these boys burst."

I inhaled sharply as she gave my ball another squeeze, the already aching orb crying out at the additional abuse.

"So naturally," she continued, "my mother just happens to be walking down the hall at the same time, and hears this random loud noise coming from my room, and so she just has to peek inside to make sure I'm alright."

Despite the increasing ache in my groin, I was listening intently. "Oh no. Tell me she didn't--"

"Yep," she finished, in a voice that was halfway between a giggle and a strong blush. "She opened the door and peeked inside, and I was still, uh...'in the act', so to speak. And with stress ball guts all over me." Jane winced. "She closed the door right away and just kept walking, but I'm pretty sure she still thinks I've got some sort of weird stuffing fetish or something."

I winced -- for more than one reason, as she adjusted her grip yet again. "Oof. That sucks -- I'm sorry."

"Eh, whatever. I try not to be too bothered by what my mom thinks." Jane glanced down at my somewhat distorted spuds. "Besides, she's not entirely wrong -- I do have some pretty weird fetishes. Fantasizing about exploding nuts and all…"

My heart skipped a beat at that comment -- and I imagine my shaft gave a pretty forceful twitch as well. Did the girl realize what kind of effect she was having on me? I was just begging she would notice and take pity on me before my cock did some exploding of its own--

"What about you?" Jane asked, suddenly relinquishing her grip and switching to my other testicle.

"Huh?" I asked, grunting as the pain let up in one of side of my gut and suddenly spiked on the opposite side. Oh, that ache was to die for...

"Have you ever thought about popping a testicle? Maybe letting a pretty girl burst one of yours?" She grinned, accentuating her statement with a playful squeeze.

Again, it was all I could do not to just let loose then and there. "U-uh..." I cleared my throat, trying to get rid of some of the dryness in my mouth. "Yeah, I've...I've thought about it."

"When you're fantasizing?"

"Yeah." I groaned, unable to resist shifting my hips slightly as she assaulted my aching nugget. "It's good...nngh...good jerk-off material."

She chuckled, her eyes flicking up to my erection for a moment before turning back to my family jewels. "Mmm, I can imagine. So how does it happen? Kicked one too many times?"

Despite the complete alien-ness of the situation, It felt strangely normal to be sharing these things with her, things I hadn't shared with anyone until just a few days ago. Or maybe it was just the grip around my stones -- it was hard to say no with my balls inside her fist. "Uh, it depends. Usually by squeezing, I guess -- during sex or something. The girl gets too excited and she -- oogh -- she ends up going too far."

"Interesting." Her gaze remained locked on my crotch. "And who's the one doing the popping in these fantasies? Is it Sara?"

I inhaled sharply as one of my nuts slipped out from between her fingers, sending a fresh wave of nausea through my gut before she could trap it once again. "Yeah, most of the time. Her or...uh." I blushed. "Her or someone else."

I knew immediately that I shouldn't have said so much. I hoped Jane would drop the subject, but instead her face lit up. For the first time in several minutes, she looked directly at me. "Who's the other person?"

I struggled for an appropriate answer. "It's--...It's embarrassing."

"Hey, I told you my embarrassing story," she protested. Her lips drew into a smirk. "I promise I won't tell Sara, if that's what you're worried about."

"U-uh…" My heart was pounding. Even with all that had happened in the past day, what could I say? How could I possibly tell her that my other fantasy girl was actually here, in this room -- and already much closer to popping my balls than I had ever thought possible?

Then again, my long pause spoke for itself. When I looked back at Jane, the look in her eyes told me that she knew everything. And if that wasn't clear enough:

"This mystery girl," she said, scooting a bit closer. "You think about her a lot?"

"Y-yeah," I stammered.

She rose to her hands and knees -- keeping one hand wrapped tightly around my sac, my nuts squashed agonizingly flat in her fingers. A predatory grin spread across her face as she began to crawl forward. "And you like it when she crushes your balls?"

"Ah!" I couldn't help but gasp as her grip continued to tighten, her breasts now pressed up against my bare chest as she slid up my body. "Y-yes!"

And now -- now she was all but on top of me. I shuddered as she leaned in to nibble at my ear, her breath hot on my neck. "And if she really," she whispered, "really wanted to pop one…would you let her?"

For a moment, I froze -- but only until she squeezed. I squealed at the sudden flood of pain as she bore down on my trapped twins, crushing the poor orbs like oranges in a juicer, the sensation more torturous and more arousing than even my most outrageous ballbusting fantasy. Such terrible, gut-wrenching pressure -- I'd never imagined such a thing was possible!

On top of me Jane was flushed with arousal, panting, her chest heaving as she tried to put an end to my spunk-makers. I'd never seen a girl look so sexy, and oh, how I wanted to let her finish the job -- but my instincts just wouldn't allow it. Despite myself I began to draw my legs in, hands moving towards my groin. It was everything I'd ever wanted, but it was so much, just too much--

But Jane was a step ahead of me. Before I could cover myself, she ducked down between my legs, wrapped her lips around the first few inches of my cock, and started sucking.

It only took a second. With a bellow I came, thick jets of spunk firing down her throat as she continued to maul my mangled ballsac. My hips bucked somewhere between pain and pleasure as my best friend's girlfriend drained me, her deathgrip never loosening, my gonads squashed to within an inch of destruction as she greedily swallowed their contents. I could only watch in an agonized delirium as she worked, her tongue sliding wetly around my shaft, milking my length for every last drop that my poor spuds could produce.

Eventually Jane pulled away, leaving my shaft to fire off a few more weak spurts before it finally slumped against my stomach, exhausted. I let out a monstrous moan as she finally let go of my balls, a terrible wave of nausea rising in my gut. Weakly I rolled on to my side, my body curling double in an attempt to soothe the apocalyptic ache. For God's sake, she had just stopped crushing my rocks into oblivion -- so why did it feel like she was still standing on them now?

She just watched with a grin, stroking my side for a moment before rising from the bed. "Take your time, stud. Breakfast will be downstairs when you're ready."

I just replied with a moan.

Jane chuckled, bending to pick up her discarded clothing from the floor. She paused for one last look at my crumpled frame before turning and heading for the door -- her ass swaying seductively behind her as she went.

Busting League: A Routine Procedure

"Next!"

Ethan looked up from his magazine, glancing left and right to see if there was anyone else in the waiting room, but besides the cute nurse standing at the door and the dumpy-looking attendant sitting at the sign-in desk, it looked like he was the only one left. He set down his copy of Sports Illustrated, climbing to his feet. "Uh…I guess that's me."

"Mr. Pell, is it?" The brunette smiled warmly. "Right this way, please."

"Of course." Ethan followed the nurse into the hallway, unable to resist a glance at the subtle curve of her rear through her tight white uniform. He admired the view for a short moment before clearing his throat, forcing his eyes back upwards. "Listen, uh -- I was told I need to come here, but I'm not sure why…"

"You're new to the League, yes?" she asked, glancing over her shoulder.

"Yes," he replied.

"Well, before we can accept you into the League, we need to do a quick physical to make sure you're physically fit enough." She turned a corner, continuing her brisk pace. "It's standard procedure."

Ethan frowned, struggling a bit just to keep up with the fleet-footed female. "B-but I already brought in my latest documents from the doctor's office -- I had a physical just last week."

"Ah yes, but the Underground League requires a somewhat…unique skill-set from its participants." The brunette finally came to a stop, grabbing a doorknob. "It's not enough just to be fit -- your body must be prepared for the challenges of an Underground League battle."

"Oh." Ethan scratched his head. "Uh…okay."

Rather than say more, the nurse just opened the door, gesturing inwards. "Now you step inside and strip down, and I'll be back in a minute to start the exam, alright?"

He had to pause at that thought -- himself, naked, receiving an in-depth "checkup" from the curvy young woman. And maybe checking out that cute rump in return… "W-wait," he stuttered, "are…are you the one examining me?"

"Along with my partner, yes." Seeing the look on his face, the brunette giggled. "Oh don't be shy, it's nothing I haven't seen before. Just make yourself comfortable and we'll be in shortly, alright?"

"Uh…of course," Ethan replied, quickly stepping inside and closing the door before he could embarrass himself any further.

It only took a few moments for him to remove the few articles of clothing he was wearing: his socks and shoes set neatly on the floor, his t-shirt following soon afterwards, with his shorts and boxers completing the set, leaving his body bare except for the shock of black hair covering his head and the smaller patch of hair further south. Nervously he sat on the edge of the examination table, glancing down at his groin. Not that he was ashamed of what God had given him -- quite the opposite, in fact -- but recently he'd gone through a bit of a dry spell, and that bouncy little nurse had already done plenty to get his hormones flowing. Hopefully a nice cold stethoscope to the chest would cool him down a bit; otherwise, things had the potential to get awkward…

He looked up with a start as the doorknob turned again, the door opening to reveal a new figure…but one equally worrisome. Ethan let out an internal groan as a second doctor stepped into the room, her uniform tight around her hips, a clipboard clasped tightly to her chest. And good thing, too -- that clipboard was the only item that stopped him from openly gawking at the redhead's rather generous rack. Even so, he could feel a pang of desire go through his body, his manhood giving a weak twitch at the sight.

Then came the first girl as well, turning to close the door behind her, giving him another glimpse of that fine behind through the thin cloth of her outfit. Two bangable nurses? Already he could feel his limp length starting to stiffen, responding to the welcome sight. Keeping his libido in check was going to be an uphill battle, apparently.

"Well then…Ethan Pell, is it?" The redhead smiled at him. "I'm Dr. Inkberry -- I'll be leading your exam today. Nice to meet you."

"And I'm Dr. Landsinger," piped up the brunette. "We've met already, of course, but nice to meet you all the same."

"Uh…pleased to meet you both as well," Ethan replied. It was a bit of a relief to hear both of the women take on a professional tone. It certainly put his nerves more at ease. Maybe it wouldn't be quite so difficult to keep himself under control after all.

Dr. Inkberry continued, glancing down at her clipboard. "I'm sure you've got places to be this afternoon, so we'll try to make this as quick and painless as we can. Let's see…you've signed the consent forms, so Dr. Landsinger is going to start setting you up on the examination table, but while she's doing that, I'm going to ask you some supplementary questions to fill in the gaps in your physical, alright?"

"Sounds good," Ethan answered, trying to relax as the nurse placed a hand on his chest and forced him gently onto his back. He'd never been too comfortable with medical examinations, but after twenty-odd years of doctor's visits, he knew better than to complain or to panic.

"It looks like we've got most of your basic info already," said Dr. Inkberry, "but we're going to need more background on your reproductive health -- for legal reasons, mostly. These questions are important, so answer honestly, please."

"Of course," Ethan replied, allowing Dr. Landsinger to grab one of his wrists and extend his arm to its full length.

"Good." Dr. Inkberry looked up from her clipboard, giving him a quick smile. "Then let me start with the basics…it says here you're clean of any sexual diseases, yes?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Fertile?"

"As far as I know."

"Any hormone imbalances? Low testosterone, anything like that?"

"Not that I'm aware of, no."

"Good." The busty redhead set her clipboard down for a moment, sliding her pencil behind one ear. "I'm just going to examine your testicles quickly and make sure there are no unusual growths…"

Ethan fought the urge to fidget as the doctor stepped up between his legs, taking hold of his heavy spunk-makers and weighing them in her palm. He let out a long, tense breath as she examined his orbs, checking for any irregularities. At least she's not feeling up the one-eyed monster, Ethan told himself…even though a small part of him wished that she was.

"Seems like everything's normal," Dr. Inkberry said after a moment, letting his jewels slip from her grasp. "Nothing to suggest any disease or recent injury."

"Well that's good news," piped up Dr. Landsinger, just as she finished binding his left wrist to the table. "I'd hate to see a big guy like you anything less than healthy."

That earned a blush from Ethan, but the other doctor just shook her head. "Anyway, continuing…have you ever been kicked, punched, or otherwise hit in the testicles?"

Ethan winced. "Uh, yes."

She ticked off a box on her clipboard. "And what is the most severe blow you have ever taken to the testicles?"

"Um." Ethan blushed, his legs drawing together instinctively as he thought the question over. "I got kneed pretty hard once at a nightclub…that was bad."

"How long did that put you out of commission?" asked Dr. Landsinger, pulling one of Ethan's legs aside.

He frowned, looking down at the brunette as she bound his ankle to the examination table. "Well, I was down for probably fifteen minutes or so…and then I was pretty achy for a day or two after."

"Mmm." Another mark on Dr. Inkberry's clipboard. "And do you have any history of rupture?"

The male blinked. "Sorry, could you say that again?"

"Have you ever popped one?" asked Dr. Landsinger bluntly.

Ethan's stomach turned at the thought. "Uh, no. I mean, I have 'em both, don't I?"

"That's true, but just because you've got a full set doesn't mean there hasn't been a rupture." Dr. Inkberry reached out and took his sac in her hand once more, rolling the twin spunk-makers between her fingers. "Sometimes a ball can be patched back together after it bursts, assuming it hasn't been totally crushed."

"Oh. R-right." Ethan looked a little queasy now, and none-too-comfortable with the female examining his heavy pair. "Well that definitely hasn't happened."

"Good to hear." The redhead let his gonads slip from her grasp. "And how about sexual activity -- you're sexually active, yes?"

"Yes."

"And no sexual diseases, we already went over that…" The doctor frowned. "When was the last time you ejaculated?"

"Uh." Ethan's cheeks burned red. "Th-that's a little personal, isn't it?"

"It's all part of the standard procedure, sir." The brunette nurse smiled up at him. "Don't worry, this is all private -- there's nothing to be shy about."

Ethan frowned, watching as his other ankle was bound to the table. "Well then. That would be…last night, I guess."

"With a partner, or solo?"

"...Solo," he admitted sheepishly.

The brunette looked up, her gaze flicking towards his limp length. "Well that's a pity," she murmured. 

Dr. Inkberry just nodded. "No shame in that. And just to double-check: as far as you're aware, you have no fertility problems, correct?"

"No, no issues."

"I should think not, with a big pair of plums like that." Dr. Landsinger giggled as she locked Ethan's right wrist into the last of the restraints. "I'll bet your little swimmers are plenty strong."

Ethan blushed brightly at her comment -- and his cheeks weren't the only part of his body suffering from an increase in blood flow. If I get out of this examination without popping wood, he thought, then I deserve some kind of medal. And some alone time with a box of tissues.

But if the two nurses took any notice of the man's inner conflict, they didn't show it. Instead Dr. Inkberry scribbled a few more notes on her clipboard, then set it aside. "Alright then, we've just got a few more quick tests to do. Jess, the patient is secured?" she asked, moving to examine the restraints.

"Yep!" The brunette grinned. "Good luck escaping from that without any help."

The redhead let out a little chuckle. "Doctor, you're going to scare him with language like that." She turned to Ethan. "Just lie down and try to relax, alright? This might be a little uncomfortable, but it shouldn't take more than a minute or two."

Ethan frowned. "Sure. Uh…what test is this, exactly?"

"Oh, just a reproductive health examination. An evaluation of sexual performance and a standard test for testicular integrity."

"Uh…'testicular integrity'?" he echoed uncertainly.

"Yep! We check whether you've got the balls for the job, basically." Dr. Landsinger grinned, taking hold of his sac. "We need to make sure that your balls won't just explode the first time you take a solid kick to the groin."

"A-and how do you do that?" asked Ethan, increasing concern creeping into his voice.

"Well, we usually start with manual examination." The brunette grinned, rolling his plump plums between her fingers. "But that's Dr. Inkberry's area of expertise, mainly, so she'll be starting the procedure. Doc, you wanna take over?"

"My pleasure." The busty redhead smiled down at Ethan, reaching out to wrap her fingers around his left orb. "Now, take a deep breath and think about something pleasant, alright?"

Ethan opened his mouth to make some kind of protestation -- but for a split-second he was distracted by the feel of the woman's fingers gently encircling his hefty left nut. The sensation sent a shiver of arousal up his spine...but only until the doctor suddenly tightened her grip. The male's eyes shot wide open and his body tensed as Dr. Inkberry bore down on his spud with crushing force. Immediately a high-pitched moan came from his throat, his hips twitching instinctively in an attempt to dislodge the gonad-crushing grip. The rubbery sphere squirmed desperately, seeking an escape from the terrible pressure, but it was surrounded on all sides by her fingers, the testicle's contents forced into an ever-shrinking space.

Meanwhile, Dr. Landsinger just chuckled, watching the patient's facial expression as his eggs were all but scrambled in the name of health. "Ha, look at him! I swear, no two guys make the same face, but they all react like you just stabbed them in the gut with a rusty spork."

"Tell me about it." Dr. Inkberry's brow was furrowed as she carried out her examination, rotating Ethan's tender jewel in her grip to examine every side. Carefully she pushed and prodded, poking into the heart of his sensitive nut and earning a shrill squeal in response. "It's not like we're doing any damage -- they way they react, you'd think it was a whole group of girls stomping on their spuds."

"Heh, yeah." Dr. Landsinger grinned. "Speaking of which, did you see that exhibition fight last week?"

"The three-on-one match? Yeah, I caught the highlights on TV afterwards. If you ask me, the guy was lucky to get out of there with one nut left." Dr. Inkberry shook her head, looking back down at the spunk-filled nugget squashed between her fingers and ignoring the twitching, moaning male it was attached to. "Anyway, the left one seems healthy so far. You wanna start checking the right?"

"Sure thing," the brunette replied. Gently she lifted her patient's right nut in her fingers, peering at the plump spunk-maker for a moment. "Now let's see…"

Ethan was already lost in his own world of mind-numbing, gut-wrenching pain, his entire universe consumed by the nauseating ache spreading from his mangled left marble…but that did very little to distract him from the agony that suddenly exploded in his right nut. He let out a renewed squawk of male agony as Dr. Landsinger bore down on his other gonad with even less tact that Dr. Inkberry, his sizable right nut reshaping itself like putty under the strength of her rough examination. Desperately Ethan tried to call out, seeking the words to make it all stop -- but even if his vocal cords hadn't already been contorted in a high-pitched moan, the two doctors between his legs didn't seem very concerned about his personal comfort.

"Honestly, he's got a really nice pair," remarked Dr. Landsinger. "Big, plump, healthy. And he's your standard horny stud -- he's gotta be producing spunk by the gallon. I mean, these things are full."

"Yeah…that should make the last part interesting." Dr. Inkberry glanced up. "Do you want to take this, or should I?"

The brunette shrugged. "Seems like he's got enough to share. Why not both of us?"

Dr. Inkberry thought for a moment, then shrugged in return. "Sure, I don't see why not. After you, then."

"With pleasure." The female took on an almost predatory look, grinning down at her prize. "I've been looking forward to this ever since you walked in, big boy…"

In his near-delirious state, Ethan was a bit too distracted to fully process what was going on in front of him, but if he had been paying attention, he might have seen Dr. Landsinger reach out to take hold of his limp length, giving it a few firm strokes. He might have seen her lean in to give a long, slow lick from base to tip, sliding her tongue around the growing beast. He might have seen Dr. Inkberry join in a moment later, watching as she slurped down the first few inches, sucking hungrily on the stiffening rod.

Unfortunately for Ethan, this hardly registered when compared to the most intimate male agony imaginable -- but even if his brain could hardly process the spectacle before him, his body certainly responded, his thick shaft responding to the oral treatment despite the hellish nightmare going on just a few inches below. The male continued to frantically buck his hips, letting loose another long moan -- but with so many wires crossed, it was hard to say whether he was reacting to the pain or the pleasure.

Regardless, it was only a matter of moments before his body surrendered to the overstimulation. With an agonized squeal Ethan exploded, a thick blast of seed firing from the end of his cock to spray over the two females servicing him. His flattened orbs throbbed in agony as their sticky contents were practically squeezed out, shot after shot of baby batter arcing through the air to coat the doctors, the examination table, and everything else within a radius of several feet.

After a few moments (and one final, extra-strong squeeze), the brunette and the redhead relinquished their grip on Ethan's tortured jewels, allowing the mangled pair to reinflate to an approximation of their usual shape. There was a brief pause as his member gave a few more twitches, drooling a few last drops of seed, but the silence was interrupted as Ethan let out another ungodly moan, his naked body quivering upon the examination table.

"You--you've got a sample?" asked Dr. Inkberry, squinting one eye shut against the string of seed that had splattered across the side of her face.

"Uh, yeah, I think so," laughed the brunette, using a finger to scrape off some of the thick spunk lying in ropes across the chest of her uniform. "Arceus, he came like a geyser, didn't he? The girls in the stadium are gonna love him."

"Heh…as long as he battles a cocktease, and not a ball-breaker." The redhead looked down at his heavy sac and its battered contents. "Though who knows -- with a big pair like his, he might survive for a while before some girl pops one."

Ethan was far too gone to pay attention to what the females were saying around him…but as soon as his limbs were freed, the male bent double, hands flying to cover his tortured manhood. He hardly even noticed as he rolled onto his side and tumbled off the examination table on to the floor, crumpling into the fetal position.

"Ohhhh God," he moaned, his hands clasped tightly between his legs. "Oh dear God, my nuts--!"

"Heh." The brunette chuckled, watching as the male clutched feebly at his throbbing spuds. "Never gets old."

"Relax," cooed Dr. Inkberry, unable to suppress a smile herself as Ethan let out another deep groan. "The first time's always the worst -- it'll get better from here, I promise. Consider that a warm-up for the League."

Ethan just let out another incoherent groan in reply. "Oh god…"

This time the doctor smiled more widely. "Take a few minutes to gather yourself. When you're ready, come down to the receptionist's desk and we'll set you up with your first battle, alright?"

He managed a weak nod, his gut still swimming with nausea as the two doctors began cleaning up the examination room around him. After a while the male summoned enough strength to try moving again, and gradually he managed to work his way to a kneeling position, his body still curling forwards in an instinctive attempt to guard his aching groin. Gingerly Ethan cradled his swollen eggs in his fingers, trying not to cause any more damage to his already pummeled pair.

"Oh, and hey -- one more thing."

With visible effort Ethan forced his gaze upwards, catching sight of Dr. Landsinger just in time to see the blur of the female's foot come crashing up between his legs. He let out a pained squeak and crumpled to the floor once more, the room forgotten as a fresh round of agony rose up from his family jewels. With a dry croak Ethan folded into the fetal position, clutching his most sensitive organs in a vain attempt to soothe their throbbing ache.

The brunette looked down at him, grinning widely. "Welcome to the League, stud."

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.

Fight harder. Fight smarter.
The Independent League.
Bring it.


"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...