Monday, October 8, 2007

Cultural Differences

By Knave

Bill ran down the stairs excitedly. It was his senior year of high school and after four years of foreign language it was going to pay off! He had spent the last two days packing, and dreaming of freedom from his boring family. He loved his family of course, but he longed for a change of scenery, and maybe some adventure. He packed his suitcases into the trunk of the family car and waited impatiently for his mother to get ready. Fidgeting and fumbling around Bill ran out of patience and honked the horn for his mother who appeared in the front door. "Oh for Pete’s sake, I'm coming! Mercy Bill, if you had any less patience you'd be your father!" his mother said getting into the car.

The drive to the airport was entirely too long, but finally they arrived and Bill was on his way to the terminal. "Stop just a sec and let me look at you." His mother grabbed her son's shoulder and spun him around to hug him goodbye. "I can't go with you to the terminal, so kiss me goodbye here. I'm going to miss you William."

Bill smiled and kissed his mother on her cheek. "I'm gonna miss you too mom, but it's only for two weeks! Besides, I'll send letters and post cards, and I'll have tons of stories for you when I come back!"

Bill's mother smiled gently and shrugged. "I know Will; it's just that, well I've heard that Femina is a very strange country, with very foreign customs and social orders. I'm just concerned for you."

Bill shook his head and hugged her one last time. "Don't worry mom, besides studying the language for four years, I've also read that though its ways are different from ours, Femina isn't any more dangerous. So don't worry, and wish me a good trip."

Bill's plane ride was a little over nine hours, so he had plenty of time to stew in anticipation of the great time he was going to have. Over his four years of study he had become fluent in the language of Femina, but despite what he told his mother he had really only grazed the edge of the culture and history. His teacher Ms. Burton told him that before he goes to Femina he should really spend more time learning its customs, as he may learn he actually didn't want to go, but Bill was sure that no country could be so bad as to make him stay at his house a moment longer. So he stewed, and wondered at all the people and places he would experience.

Nine hours later the plane landed, and Bill got out into the terminal, which was small but inviting. It was then that he saw some of his classmates who had arrived two weeks earlier, and would be departing for home soon.

"Carl! Jack! I'm here!" Bill ran over to the other seniors and greeted them with a smile. Jack and Carl on the other hand seemed uncomfortable and wary. The first thing Bill noticed was that they both wore the traditional Femina costume for men. It was a simple T-shirt, as Femina has a very warm climate, and simple one-piece pants. One thing that Bill had never noticed in class however, was that the pants were extremely tight, and seemed specifically tailored to display the testicles of each boy.

Trying to ignore their bulging sacks, Bill poked fun at them. "Yikes! Couldn't find any pants that fit you guys!? Those are more like panty hose than pants!" Bill jibed and punched Carl's shoulder.

Carl rubbed the back of his neck and motioned for Bill to quiet down. "Bill, shhh. My host family is here somewhere; they're buying souvenirs for me to bring back to my folks. Jack's are here somewhere too. Be quiet, we snuck away to find you and warn you…"

Bill interrupted Carl's frantic speech. "Warn me? About what? I brought sunscreen for the beaches if that's what you're worried about."

Carl shook his head emphatically. "No Bill, you don't understand…" but suddenly a cheerful voice was heard from across the terminal. Bill looked over to see a beautiful woman of about 40 start running over. She was obviously a native and drop dead gorgeous. She had short brown hair that came to about her shoulders and framed her face like a portrait. She had deep blue eyes and full delicious lips. Her perfect breasts bounced and heaved underneath her tight shirt as she ran seemingly in slow motion. Her obviously toned legs seemed to dance beneath her short skirt, and with every step her high heels flashed in the light of the overhead lamps. Behind her appeared four equally gorgeous creatures that would turn out to be her daughters. They ranged in size from tall to medium, and all had beautiful lustrous hair that flowed behind them as they walked. Bill instantly recognized that not only were all these women beautiful, but they seemed genuinely carefree and happy.

Finally after an eternity of seductive running, the woman reached Carl. She began to speak in her native tongue, and an eager Bill listened intently. "Carl! There you are! We found the dearest little trinket for your parents back in the States. Here, carry this bag please, oh and do introduce us to your…wait. You must be Billy! Why you're our second guest, finally arrived!"

Bill's heart skipped a beat as the proposition of living with five of the most attractive females he had ever seen, for two weeks sunk in. "I... um… I'm pleased to meet you! Yes I'm Bill and I am indeed your second guest!" Bill said happily.

"Oh my, he speaks Femina very well Mother! He's the best foreigner I've ever heard!" The eldest daughter said. Her mother nodded and smiled to her daughter. If Bill had been able to pry his eyes off the woman-meat in front of him, he would have noticed his friends sweating and shaking slightly in front of their hostesses.

"My name is Therese, and these are my daughters. In order of age, they are Maria (18), Katya (17), Lisa (16) and Gina (15). Girls, curtsy to our new guest." Therese motioned to her daughters, who all gently lifted the sides of their incredibly short skirts, and curtsied flawlessly to Bill, who bowed in return. At first the girls just continued their curtsy, seeming confused, as if Bill hadn't acknowledged it. They soon gave up, giving each other little shrugs and muttering, "He'll learn soon." between giggles. Bill didn't know what he had done to confuse them so, but he didn't care too much, already dreaming of getting to know Maria a little better.

So Bill, Carl and their host family drove to their quaint little house in the provinces of Femina. Bill, being exhausted from his journey and jetlagged out of his mind, retired to bed instantly. A few hours into his slumber Carl left for America again, his hellish two weeks over. Little did Bill know that he was now alone in a strange land.

The sun rose upon a beautiful morning, and gently sprinkled its rays upon a still sleeping Bill. It was Saturday, and Bill was sleeping in due to jetlag. As he slept, Gina, the youngest daughter crept into his room on silent sock feet. She pushed her strawberry blond hair behind her ears and walked up to the side of Bill's bed. She was dressed in light pajamas consisting of a tank top and cotton short shorts, the weather in Femina demanded little else. She couldn't wait anymore; she had to hurt the new boy. She gazed longingly at the round bulge in the soft blankets of Bill's bed. Her heart beat quickly as she climbed onto the bed, careful not to touch any part of the sleeping boy beneath her.

As she stood above him, her feet straddling his hips, she lifted her right foot above that tempting mound. His boy parts looked nice and plump, engorged with the blood of the morning. She would show it its due respect. Very quickly Gina flashed her foot down, shoving her arch and heel down into Bill's groin. She stood up completely on that foot, and laughed gaily as Bill awoke and all his wind left him. Gina loved the way his eyes bulged out at her and the completely confused look on his face as he realized what was happening. She loved how foreigners reacted; it was so cute and funny. Knowing just when the pain would hit Bill, Gina wasted no time in bracing herself on the head board, and switching feet, stomping her left foot down onto Bill's waiting bulge. She stomped again with her right foot, just as the first shocking pains reached Bill's sleepy mind.

He cried out, but Gina was already stomping again with her left foot, only putting enough weight on her arms as she needed, wanting most of her 112 lbs. to crush his balls. Bill instinctively grabbed Gina's ankle, but she just shoved his chest down into the bed with her muscular leg, and twisted her other foot hard into his crotch, grinding his left nut against his pelvis, and his right into the mattress.

Bill coughed, and cried a high pitched wail; finally words in Femina came to his mouth. "God…please…please stop Gina, you can't… can't do that to boys… it hurts… get off me!"

Gina giggled adorably and pushed her left foot into Bill's face, shoving him into his deep pillow. She then leaned back so her heel and all of her weight was crushing only his right ball. Bill could only draw a harsh breath at the awful pain; Gina knew that would shut him up. She smiled down at him, again pushing her hair out of her eyes, and kindly explained things in between giggles. "Bill, you are living with us now for two weeks. So we're going to show you what it's like to be a real Feminan. Lisa, Katya, Maria! C'mere, he's awake!" Gina giggled and stepped off of Bill's testicle, allowing him to curl into the fetal position and gag silently.

He heard the three other girls enter the room and begin chatting with Gina. Bill finally looked up when he felt all three of them climb onto the large bed. Lisa wore panty briefs and a superman T-shirt, Katya had on fuzzy socks, and pajamas, and Maria wore bunny slippers, and a sheer nightie that barely covered her underwear in length and transparency. They all seemed incredibly happy and smiled down at Bill as he cradled his sore manhood. His penis began to fatten despite his pain as he gazed at the miraculous form of Maria, her breasts pushing out the thin fabric of her gown, the nipples protruding excitedly.

"Morning Bill, spread your legs please, and take off your silly American pajama pants, we need to welcome you officially!" she said joyously, leaning down and pinning his arms to his sides, her thighs straddling his chest. Bill stared into her beautiful eyes as he felt hands pulling down his pajama bottoms and caressing his thighs and stomach. Maria then stood up on his forearms, facing with her perfect buttocks facing Bill.

"Alright girls, let's welcome Bill!" With that Katya stood above a helpless Bill. She looked down at his testicles, neatly tucked into his underwear. She slowly caressed Bill's sensitive pouch with one of her toes. She bit her lip, lifted her right foot and slammed it into Bill's throbbing package. Smiling and giggling, Katya relished the feeling of squishy ball-sack and round nuts under her toes. Bill tried to close his legs but he was well restrained by Lisa and Gina. Katya put all her weight on both of Bill's balls, and twisted left to right, grinding his nuts into the mattress. As she bounced up and down, so did her breasts beneath her tight t-shirt.

Bill was about to scream out when Katya stabbed one toe into his right nut, forcing him again to lose his breath and be quiet. She could clearly see his testicle deforming under the pressure of her stabbing toe. If Bill hadn’t been so intent on feeling pain, he surely would have been impressed by these girls' ability to control him through his nuts.

Next was Lisa as Katya and she switched places. She used her bare foot to position Bill's nuts over his ass. She rubbed them gently with her bare foot, feeling their heat and the softness of his underwear. She then lifted her powerful right leg behind her, and brought it forward with incredible speed to smack into both his fat balls, and push them against his body. Bill yelled quickly, not having enough time to complete his scream before Lisa kicked him again, this time aiming only for his left ball. The top of her foot caught it perfectly, shutting him up again. As lightening pain shot through him, Lisa kicked his left ball again, harder than before. When it was obvious that Bill could make no more noise, Lisa went back to kicking both of his swelling balls.

"They're starting to fill out his briefs nicely!" Lisa said, admiring Bill's two handsome lumps covered in cotton. She kicked him again, the smacking sound filling the room.

Gina covered her ears and giggled. "Not so loud, you'll hurt my ears!" All the girls laughed at that. Lisa kicked Bill’s reddened balls a few more times, before switching places with Maria. The beautiful young woman surely couldn't hurt Bill wearing bunny slippers, or so he thought.

Maria knew just what to do. She eyed up Bill's suffering balls. They were getting larger, and their deep red color could be seen through the stretching fabric of his briefs. Using one foot Maria positioned his balls higher in the briefs, so they were pushed up just underneath the base of his now hard penis. Keeping them there, she used her other foot to stamp down on them, flattening them and grinding them against his dick.

Bill was about to attempt yelling, when Lisa sat on his face, laughing. "Stomp him hard now Maria! He can't scream!" And that's just what Maria did. She raised her beautiful leg into the air, pulling her knee to her chest, and stomped her bunny shaped toes right into both of Bill's balls. They had nowhere to go, being trapped by her other slipper, and so they merely deformed, taking all of the force.

Lisa giggled as Bill's muffled cries tickled her cheeks. "Do that again, his breath is funny on my butt!" Maria lifted her foot again, and again stomped down on both of Bill's balls. By this time Therese, the girls' mother was standing in the doorway, grinning happily at her beautiful daughters. Maria raised her foot one last time, and one last time slammed it into both of Bills' waiting testicles. Bill was convulsing, and Lisa couldn't hold him anymore, tickled to the point of hilarity by his screams. She rolled off of his face, holding her sides with laughter, and Bill tried to curl up to no avail.

Therese walked up to the bed, wearing only her sheer nightie, and slapped Bill's balls hard with the palm of her left hand. She laughed as they flattened under her hand, and then jiggled in their tight confines. "Bill, we hereby welcome you to Femina. Stand him up my lovely daughters; let's make him feel at home!" Therese clapped her hands and the girls sprang into action. They got Bill off the bed and positioned him standing painfully in front of Therese.

"Now Bill, when a girl curtsies to a boy, in Femina the boy responds by spreading his legs, and pushing his hips forward, making sure to keep his hands behind his back always, he nods to her, and if she is pleased with his gesture, she does this…" And Therese slapped the top of her bare foot out and into Bills swollen balls. Bill was nearing tears as Therese kicked him again, and again, and again. Every time his balls would bounce in his underwear, every time Therese would smile brightly, as if thanking him for being such a gentleman.

"There you are Bill. That is traditional Femina culture. Now, girls, curtsy to our guest. Bill, please try to observe our traditions, it would make me so happy. Spread your legs and display your balls to my daughters." And looking into her beautiful face, Bill somehow knew that he had to. He wanted to. He needed to, for her, for the girls. So as they released his arms, he fought the urge to fall, but lost. He crumpled into a ball, and fought not to vomit. It took a few minutes, but Bill forced himself to stand, and as Maria curtsied to him, lifting her slip to expose her pink cotton panties, Bill spread his wobbly legs, and thrust out his hips, inviting the inevitable. Maria gasped happily, covering her perfect mouth. She smiled, Bill nodded and she kicked him too quickly for him even to see. Her bunny slipper foot, if seen in slow motion, rose swiftly between his legs, caught the bottom of his sack, and continued up until it smashed each testicle into the base of his rock hard cock.

Bill instantly fell to the ground, but looked up at Maria's beautiful smiling face. "Please get up Bill, my sisters want to curtsy to you." Bill fought to stay awake, but passed out into blackness and agony.

Bill was only asleep for half an hour, and awoke groggily as if he had dreamed the whole thing. The fact that his pants were missing, and his balls were now one and a half times their normal size told him that it had not been a dream. Bill looked through his dresser, and sure enough all of his pants had been replaced with the incredibly snug tights he had seen Jack and Carl in earlier. He slid them on, and found that the pouch intended for his balls actually cradled them nicely, leaving them out in the open, away from his thighs. As they still hurt a great deal, Bill was thankful for this.

As Bill was admiring his newly swollen package in the mirror, he was startled by a noise from the sunroom. He went out into the hallway and peered from behind a corner, not wanting to disturb the family. What he saw both fascinated and frightened him. A young boy, probably a few years younger than Bill himself and obviously a native was being violently beaten by the girls and their mother. He was thinner than Bill, but appeared to be almost as tall. He was kneeling on the ground with his legs spread wide and his hips thrust out in a variant of the traditional curtsy response. All of the girls had changed into their everyday apparel of tight shirts and incredibly short skirts. On their feet they were all wearing dainty white socks and pointy high heels.

Maria was busy kicking the young man's balls (which were quite large) as hard as she could, while the other girls and their mother cheered her on. As they all laughed and clapped and took turns kicking him, Bill finally picked out a word he understood amidst the commotion.

The boy was their brother Jeff. He was taking his punishment very well, as if he was very used to this sort of thing, but for all his acceptance, it didn't seem to make the pain any less. He cried out with every kick, but seemed to know not to cry out too long. Every kick triggered a quick scream from Jeff, who would then thank his sister and stifle his tears. Maria was happily kicking him, yelling out which ball she was kicking. She would alternate randomly between three words; Left! Right! or Both! And her aim was impeccable.

It seemed that the women of Femina got a lot of practice abusing men's testicles. Bill couldn't take his eyes off the spectacle before him, and despite his own groin pain, he felt his cock beginning to harden watching Jeff being abused.

Maria cried out with utter rapture as she continued to kick her brother. "Does that hurt Jeffy?! Yes! I bet it does Jeffy! Left! Left! Oh yes! Right! Both! Both! Both! Both! Right! Right! Jeff, don't you wish you were a girl!? I'm sure glad I'm one. Left! Left! Both! Right! Did that one hurt your testicle a lot Jeff? I kicked it with the tip of my toe! I'll do it again! Left! Left! Left!" All of Maria's sisters were cheering her on, rubbing their crotches in mock sympathy for Jeff.

"Oh! I bet that one hurt him! I think I saw a tear in his eye!" Gina cried out. She then jumped off the couch where she was sitting and tackled Jeff. She rolled him onto his stomach and pulled the nut-pouch of his pants out behind him. She then placed one of her stiletto heels right on his left testicle. Jeff's eyes clenched shut, his chest heaved and he began to grind his teeth together. Bill gasped, afraid for this poor boy, and also strangely aroused.

Therese warned her daughter sternly "Now Gina, careful not to pop it. Jeff's not allowed castration until he's married and has at least one daughter."

Jeff was sobbing openly now as his younger sister spiked his agonized nut. "I know mom, I just wanted to hurt his nut so bad; watching Maria have all the fun was killing me!" Gina reassured her mother, and then really put her weight onto her heel. "Besides, his balls are strong enough for two of us to stand on them in our heels. They've hardened up real nice with the drug therapy and practice." Gina was almost standing full weight with her heel on her brother's tortured testis.

Jeff was weeping and digging his fingers into the carpet beneath him. Throughout the whole ordeal, he continued to splutter out his thanks to his cute sister. After about ten more minutes of Gina grinning and twisting her sharp heel into her brother's nut meat Katya walked up behind her, and kicked the very nut Gina was standing on. Jeff choked for a second, and passed out.

"Awww! Mom! Katya made him pass out!" Gina whined.

Therese hugged her youngest daughter. "It's okay. When he wakes up we'll get him good. It's best this way, his nut needs to heal." Gina sulked and stomped Jeff's other ball in defiance.

Just then Lisa had an epiphany "What about our exchange student! I wonder if he's healed up yet!?" All the women instantly perked up and ran to the hallway. Before Bill could return to his room, he was cornered by the beautiful women.

"Aha! So you've been watching us eh Billy?" Therese asked calmly, crossing her arms and raising one eyebrow suggestively. All her daughters mimicked her action. "Well good! Now that you're awake we can introduce you to Jeff properly!" Therese reached out and before Bill could even speak she pinched his right nut through the tight fabric of his pants. Bill yelped and was forced to follow or lose his ball. Therese dragged Bill into the sunroom and nudged Jeff's plump balls with her toe.

The young boy awoke and smiled as he saw Bill. He stood up, with some difficulty due to the agony in his groin, and shook Bill's hand. "Hi, I'm Jeff. I'm the second oldest boy in our family! How do you like Femina so far?" As he talked Gina had sidled up beside him and was casually squeezing his huge package in her small hand, getting Jeff to whimper every now and then.

Bill didn't know what to say, so he was brutally honest. "Um…I don't know what to think, but you all seem nice enough, in a really weird and twisted way."

Everyone was silent, until Jeff broke out laughing. "I think you're not used to women being so powerful huh? We learn in school that American women, like other women all over the world, are oppressed, because they don't indulge in their natural rights."

Jeff seemed happy to explain the dogma of his people so Bill obliged him with questions. "What natural rights would those be?" Jeff motioned and the two young men sat down on the sunroom's large comfortable couch. Gina took the opportunity to spread Jeff's legs wide, climb up onto the couch between them and march on his balls and cock in her high heels.

Jeff continued to talk, but through clenched teeth as the pain surged through his crotch. "Why, the natural right to hit balls. Men's balls, boy's balls, every ball they want to hit. It's a woman's place to hurt balls, just like it's a man's place to have his balls hit. Just as a penis enters a vagina, as is man's right, a woman's foot or hand or knee hurts his balls. It's the natural give and take."

Therese nodded her approval as Jeff twitched on the couch. Gina was really putting the feet to him, unafraid of damaging him because of the softness of the couch below her targets. By this time Lisa had crawled over to Bill. She sat on the floor at his feet, and used her feet to spread his legs. She kicked off her high heels and slowly wormed her soft feet up to Bill's crotch. Bill didn't fight her, knowing it would be pointless.

Therese continued to explain how the ancient tradition of ball busting had begun, but Bill was too intrigued by what Lisa was doing to pay much attention. All the women surely could see Bill's chubby through his pants, and Lisa was currently playing with it with her feet. The toes of one sock foot would rub the underside of his thickening cock, while the toes of her other foot were jabbing into Bill's swollen nutsack. Bill decided he could take this much pain, and so he accommodated Lisa's position by spreading his legs wider. Besides, her foot felt really good on his cock.

"Why thank you Bill. You'll be a fine Feminan gentleman by the time we're through with you." Lisa said happily, stroking his cock and pumping his balls with her toes. Bill looked over at Jeff, who was completely lost to the pain of Gina's playing. She was kneeling on his left ball with one knee, and punching his other exposed ball with her fists, alternating and punching harder and harder each time. Jeff was nearing tears again, but accepted his fate lovingly, thanking his sister even as he twitched and jerked at the fierce pain.

Bill was having trouble too, as the pain in his groin was mounting. Lisa had captured his right nut in-between her big toes, and was intent on squeezing it. She grinned wickedly, keenly aware of the anguish she was causing. Bill had never felt such pain before, and was doing his best not to fight her.

It was Therese who had to interrupt her history lesson to stop Lisa. "Lisa dear, be careful. Billy's balls aren't as strong as Jeff's. He hasn't been taking the medication since he was a boy, and he hasn't had the practice of being kicked as often." Lisa nodded and switched to simply slamming her sock heels onto Bill's swelling balls.

Bill choked and coughed and after ten minutes of Lisa's playful kicking, he was forced to ask her to stop. "Please…Please stop Lisa. I…I can't take it anymore. You're hurting my balls…so bad…it hurts… please stop."

Lisa giggled, and pulled her adorable feet out of Bill's lap. She stood up and curtsied to Bill, smiling. "Of course Bill, but I want to curtsy to you, since I didn't get to before."

Bill groaned, and stood up slowly. He spread his legs, put his hands behind his back and thrust out his hips. His balls, now much larger and heavier than when he arrived, stood out and drooped slightly in their special pouch. Lisa grinned broadly and slammed her sock foot into his awaiting balls. The smacking sound was incredibly loud, and before he could react to the first kick, Lisa kicked his right testicle faster and harder than her first attempt.

Bill fell backwards onto the couch and curled himself into a defensive ball. Katya walked up to the agonized Bill, and curtsied to him, smiling broadly. Bill moaned, and fought to stand, but couldn't.

"Girls, help Billy be a gentleman to Katya please." Therese gently advised. Gina stopped tormenting Jeff, and helped her sisters pull Bill to his feet. They braced him, spreading his legs and holding his arms. Maria added the final touch by pushing her knee into his butt so his balls were easily accessible by her younger sister.

Katya smiled at Bill, and kicked him ferociously in both his balls with her high heel toe. Bill never knew that pain like that could be suffered upon any living thing. He wanted so badly to fall to his knees, but he was held fast by Therese's daughters. Katya giggled, curtsied again, and again stabbed her cruel toe into Bill's defenseless crotch. The special Femina pants did their job, as Bill's balls were pummeled again and again by Katya, they had nowhere to go.

Therese clapped her hands happily. "Good job Katya, but keep practicing, your form isn't quite right." Bill watched sadly, as Katya lifted her skirt, showing her white panties, and kicked him again and again, each time striking both his balls with horrible force. When she began to call out specific balls like Maria had done, Bill began to lose consciousness.

He was knocked out to the musical cries of "Left! Right! Left! Left! Both! Both! Both! …"

Part Two

Bill awoke on the couch in the sunroom. He assumed he had been moved there when he passed out. He wondered if pain like that was permanently damaging to the mind. He lifted himself up and looked around. Jeff was sitting in front of the television playing a video game. Gina sat next to him playing with dolls. Bill saw no one else in the room. He grunted quietly as he shifted his large balls in their sack.

Gina heard him and smiled brightly. "Hello Bill! Thank you so much for being such a gentleman earlier! We all had some fun kicking you after you went to sleep. I'll go get Maria and we can begin the fun!"

She got up and walked down the hall quickly, calling for her sisters. "Bill's awake! Can we go out now!?"

Jeff paused his game and turned to face Bill. "Maria came up with a great idea. I won't ruin her surprise, but let me say, you're going to have some fun tonight!" Bill was perplexed, and in a great deal of pain as he tried to sit normally on the couch. Judging by the setting sun, he must have been out for some time. He hoped it was partially due to the poor sleep he got, and not just because he was kicked into unconsciousness.

Maria sauntered into the sunroom, and Bill's eyes nearly dropped out of his skull at the sight of her. She was wearing an incredibly tight miniature tank top with thin spaghetti straps. It didn't even come close to covering her toned stomach complete with pierced bellybutton. Her panties were clearly visible through her semi-transparent mini skirt and the thin crease of her vagina was evident through the thin fabric.

Bill thought he had seen some short skirts in his day, but this one could barely be considered a skirt at all. It didn't even cover all of Maria's shaven mound. Her long beautiful legs were devoid of any covering, except the huge and surely deadly heels she wore. Her toes pointed almost straight down in the heels, due to the incredible height of the stilettos themselves. Her calves and thighs were especially prominent, and Bill could feel his cock stir in his tight pants.

"Well? What do you think of my party dress?" Maria asked, putting one hand on her hip and beckoning him towards her with her other hand. Bill was dumbfounded. He stood up and slowly walked towards her, eyeing her up and down. Maria curtsied to Bill, whose only response was to stand there like an idiot staring at her body.

"Good enough." Maria said smiling, and kicked Bill incredibly hard in his bruised and bloated balls. Bill groaned, and slid to the ground holding his crotch.

Maria stood above him, and placed one sharp heel on his groin as she explained the evening's plans. "My sisters and I have decided that we're all going to the discotheque tonight, to celebrate your arrival. I have to admit, we all like you a lot Bill. You're much nicer than Carl was, and much more of a gentleman."

Bill felt delighted to know he was making a good impression, though his face showed only excruciating pain. So the girls helped him up, and gave him one of Jeff's dancing suits. It was actually pretty stylin' in Bill's opinion, except of course for the pants, which still displayed his obviously distended testicles. For what it was, the suit was comfortable enough, and despite the ludicrous appearance of the groin pouch, Bill did have to admit that he looked great in the pants.

"I should get some pants that fit nicer when I get back to the States, because I have a fine ass!" Bill couldn't help but think to himself. He returned to the sunroom after getting dressed to convene with his host family. All of the girls were stunning, with tiny tops, tinier micro-skirts and high, high heels. Even Jeff was dressed to kill, with his hair slicked back and his balls protruding out in front of him.

Therese stood in the hallway with a camera. "Okay, everyone stand together, I want pictures! Okay, Maria, you grab Bill's left ball, Katya, squeeze his right. Now Lisa, grab Jeff's right ball, and Gina yank on his left. Now everyone Pull! And Smile!" Even through the stabbing pain, Bill managed to smile. Therese wished them all a good night, kicked Jeff and Bill square in the nuts, and sent them off to the disco!

Maria drove the group in her small car, which made Bill and Jeff tempting targets squeezed between Katya, Lisa and Gina. Throughout the entire ride they were subjected to squeezing, fist slamming, and punching. The girls were all excited to go dancing, and it showed in their playful abuse of Jeff and Bill's nuts.

Bill wasn't used to his crotch getting so much attention all the time, so he was constantly in a hypersensitive state of arousal and agony. He would get an erection while a girl squeezed his crotch, and then go flaccid again as she punched his balls. He would get hard again as his cock was fondled and go limp as his sack was slapped. By the time they pulled up to the disco, Bill had a raging case of blue balls, which only added to his testicular tenderness.

As they entered Bill was blown away by the hundreds of beautiful women that were dancing and partying in the 70's style disco. The decor was incredibly campy, but Bill hardly had time to notice when he realized that compared to many of the girls at the disco, his host family was dressed conservatively. Bill decided then and there that there were no women in Femina that weren't blazingly hot. He straightened his pants, trying to tame his growing erection and walked onto the dance floor.

Among the girls were some guys, who couldn't have made up more than a third of the population in the whole club. Bill wondered if there were naturally more women in Femina than men. He was busy staring at the myriad hotties around him when he was kicked gently in his balls from behind. He turned around ready to flirt, when his world erupted into light and pain.

He was on the ground trying not to die when his vision cleared and the screaming in his head stopped. He looked up to see Maria laughing above him with her arm around an equally hot girl who was moving her hips to the music. Bill wiped his face, and found that he was crying.

"You got him good Jessica! This is Bill, the exchange student I wanted you to meet! Bill, get up and meet my cousin Jessy!" Bill couldn't even attempt standing up yet. He felt as though his nuts had flown through the top of his head and landed somewhere in the middle of the dance floor where they were being trampled by hundreds of hot women. Bill finally realized why he had gone down so quickly, when he saw Jessica's shoes. They were incredibly thick, tall platform heels that seemed to be made of solid oak. To compliment her incredible footwear, Jessica also wore rainbow thigh high socks, a pair of incredibly short hot pants that clung to her like skin, and a see-through belly shirt with no bra. Her hair was dyed multiple streaked colors, and came down to her shoulders.

"Please, stand up and greet me properly Bill from America!" Jessica laughed. When Bill didn't show any signs of moving Jessica laughed even harder. "Well, if he isn't going to say hello, send him out to the dance floor with Jeff to meet some ladies. With that Bill's family picked him up and dragged him to the dance floor.

Jeff whispered into Bill's ear "We're gonna meet some hotties tonight! Remember, women like polite men. Just do what I do." Maria, Katya and Lisa initiated the dancing by shoving Jeff onto the floor beside Bill, and kicking him onto his back. Bill looked around from his fetal position on the ground, and noticed that there were actually quite a few men just lying on the floor, letting girls stomp and trample them as much as they wanted.

Bill realized all too soon that there was only one spot on which the girls' stomping was focused. Bill felt alien hands pry his away from his crotch, and before he could yell or protest Jessica and Katya began dancing on his crotch holding each other's hands. Bill screamed, but could not be heard above the loud music. Jeff was busy being danced upon by Gina and Lisa. He screamed along with Bill, but smiled all the same. Had Bill not been completely focused on the hell he was experiencing in his pants, he would have been surprised at how well these women could balance in high heels, on wiggling, slippery testicles.

Soon other girls noticed Jeff and asked Gina and Lisa if they could hurt him. The girls obliged and went to torment some other hapless victim.

Jeff struck up a conversation with the two beautiful girls now stomping on his balls. "Hey ladies (oof!) I... Ufgh! I'm Jeff! (AAGH!). You're both (EEK!) very pretty! YAAAARGH, My Ball!!"

One of the girls was a stunning red head with long legs and an ivory complexion. She seemed taken with Jeff. "Why thank you! You're so sweet to say so! Your balls feel very nice under my heels! I'm so glad I can hurt you so badly! Does it hurt a lot when I stab your ball like this!" and with that she shoved one of her heels into Jeff's testicle.

"YES! Oh god that Hurts! You're so pretty!" Jeff was sobbing and turning red with the pain.

"My name's Tanya, would you like to go have a drink? I want to squeeze your left ball very hard with my fingernails!" Jeff nodded, and struggled to his feet as the beautiful vixen walked to the bar. Bill thought he saw a trickle of blood running down Jeff's thigh as he hobbled away, but it could have been the lighting.

Before he knew it Bill felt a solid kick to his balls. He looked up to see Jessica smiling down at him. "Did I get your attention? So, Maria tells me that Americans really don't get kicked in the balls very often? Is that true?" before waiting for an answer Jessica pulled Bill to his feet and kneed him solidly in his enflamed nuts.

"Orgh!! Um… yeah… please… stop…"

Jessica shook her head playfully and hit him harder with her kneecap. "Sorry Bill! I like your balls a lot! They feel different from all the other boys! I should share you with the whole disco!" she grabbed Bill by his tenderized package and yanked him over to the DJ, a gorgeous girl with jet-black hair.

"Hi! This boy is an American! Feel his balls, the rumors are true!" Jessica yelled to the DJ over the music. Bill couldn't even cover up as Jessica held his balls out in her fist and the DJ punched him dead on. Bill yelled out and the DJ smiled, punching him again.

"Yeah! I'll make an announcement! Those balls need to be spread around!" The music stopped, and a spotlight hit Bill and Jessica. "Ladies! Please direct your attention to the front of the dance floor. In this girl's hand is a genuine pair of American balls! They're unaltered, unmedicated, and ready for you to have fun with so let's form a conga line and welcome him to Femina!" the DJ's announcement was met with whoops and whistles, and instantly every girl on the dance floor formed a huge conga line, making its way quickly towards a frightened Bill. Jessica and the DJ held him fast, with legs spread and arms behind his back.

Bill could only cry and wish to god that his balls would come out of this hell intact. So every girl lined up and kicked Bill in the balls, or kneed him in the balls, or punched, slapped, squeezed, slapped and even bit his balls. Some even used utensils from their purses, like hairbrushes, mirrors, and small pieces of leather that Bill assumed they carried for just such an occasion. Bill wanted to pass out, but he was given just enough time between attacks to recover his senses.

Every girl smiled at him, curtsied, and let him have it somehow. Bill could not fight back his tears as they streaked down his face and entered his mouth, open wide with his screaming. Eventually his hostesses came upon him, and in their kicking they spared none of their energy. Had Bill been more aware of his surroundings, he would have noticed that every girl in the line had a smile of the purest pleasure on her face. For these women, there was nothing better than to damage the "virgin" balls of a foreigner. Not even the women understood that they were in actuality achieving numerous miniature orgasms every time they injured Bills balls. This must have been the reason the conga line continued for over three full songs.

Finally Bill's captives released him when YMCA blasted over the speakers. If Bill could have lifted his head to look, he would have seen the special variant of the YMCA dance that had been conceived by the Feminans. Each girl who could, would kneel to the side of her male partner, and let her hands (or fists if she chose) slam into their awaiting balls with every large arm movement. Jeff was surrounded by his sisters and his new date, who all took turns knife handing his aching balls while he stood and took it all with good humor.

Bill couldn't even distinguish ghost pains from real pains now, and was completely unaware that the DJ had dragged him behind her turn tables, and was doing her mixing while stomping on his tortured testicles. She chose some of the fastest songs she had played that night, just so she could jump along with the beat directly on Bill's suffering balls. Bill was completely unaware of anything anymore as he drifted into unconsciousness.

Bill's dreams were torturous. His mind was beginning to crack. He had never in his entire life known such pain, let alone continuous pain for almost an entire day. He began to lose his sanity, slowly in his dreams. Pain became pleasure. Pleasure became fiction. He didn’t know when he hurt and when he didn't. He came to expect pain, like it was an inevitable consequence of life.

He awoke screaming in the back seat of Maria's car, with Lisa gently tapping her fingertips on his left nut. "Yikes! Please, be quiet Bill! We're all in the same car." Lisa laughed a little bit.

Bill began to cry again. "Lisa, please…please stop hurting me! I can't take it anymore! You all hurt me so much tonight! I think I'm going crazy!" Bill was shaking with pain and anger. He wasn't yelling, but speaking very clearly through clenched teeth.

Lisa giggled a little, covering her mouth with her hand. "Now Billy. You know very well that we'll hurt your balls even worse if we want to. It's not up to you, so please, stop yelling and calm down. I want to hit your balls a little more tonight." Lisa explained calmly and happily, smiling very gently and stroking Bill's hair with her hand. Bill couldn't wrap his mind around these enigmas sitting with him in the car, all these happy, violent, crazy people. And to think there was a whole country of them! He tried to cover his balls, but Gina and Katya held his arms at his sides.

"Noooo!" Bill cried out as Lisa gaily punched her fist into his groin. She kept hitting him harder and harder until Bill heaved and passed out again.

Part Three

It was one week into Bill's stay, and he had given up fighting the social regime of Femina. His balls now filled out his pants completely, leaving no room in his groin pouch for any sagging or drooping. If you hadn't known better, you would have thought he was a native. Bill now knew why his friends Carl and Jack had looked the way they did. He should have seen the broken look in their eyes, the pleading in their voices. There wasn't a moment in the day that Bill's balls belonged solely to him. Even when he took a shower or bath, the girls or Therese could enter and randomly assault his testicles since the door didn't lock. In bed, he was stomped or squeezed. On the couch his nuts were trampled or knelt upon. At the dinner table all the women would take turns shoving their feet into his balls as they hung over the edge of his chair. In the car or on the bus he was publicly molested, kicked, punched, and stepped on if he fell to the pain. His balls were kept in a constant state of torturous misery. His cock was always hardening and shrinking, expanding or softening. Bill couldn't remember the last time he felt no pain in his stomach and groin. He now knew what hell truly was. The scariest part, that Bill couldn't understand, was that he not only came to accept his position in Femina, but to enjoy it a little. Every time his balls were hit or squeezed or in any way hurt, he was privy to the absolute joy it caused in the women. Their infectious smiles became Bill's solitary happiness. Their beautiful laughter and girlish giggles were the substance of his life. He longed for nothing but to give them happiness, by offering his testicles to them. Bill was becoming a part of the family.

It was Saturday, the last day Bill would have to spend with his host family before leaving the following afternoon. His mind had changed in ways he had never expected. One thing Carl and Jack had not allowed was defeat, which Bill had submitted to fully.

Today was a special day, since the girl's eldest brother Antoni was coming to visit with his wife Natalia and their daughter Emily. Bill was lying on the couch watching television, while Katya lay with her head in his lap, nibbling roughly on his huge left nut. It filled a large portion of her mouth, which Katya enjoyed. All she needed to do was move her tongue, or squeeze down with her molars and Bill would start to whimper a little before thanking her politely.

Jeff was standing with his back against the sunroom wall, while Gina, Maria and Lisa all took turns kicking him to perfect their technique. They all wore socks to make sure there was no danger of shoes popping his balls prematurely. Therese was in the kitchen making dinner.

Just then the doorbell rang and Gina squealed in delight. "It's Antoni! Yaaay!" she stopped kicking Jeff and ran to open the door. Sure enough there was her handsome brother, tall and well built with huge balls prominently displayed in his tight pants.

He spread his legs wide and smiled at his kid sister. "Hello Gina! How are you?!"

"Fine Antoni! Welcome back!" with that Gina reared back and slammed her cute little foot hard into Antoni's huge basket.

Antoni grunted, rubbed his balls a little and replied, "You can do better than that young lady!" Gina shook her head, smiled broadly and kicked Antoni even harder in his manhood.

Antoni just shook his head. "Nope, gotta do better than that; remember I'm married now so I get even more practice than you and mom and the other girls could give me combined!"

Gina's mouth dropped to hear such a boast. "We'll see about that Antoni!" just then Antoni's beautiful wife Natalia entered holding the hand of her daughter Emily who was just about to turn 12. Natalia was a stunning woman, with skin like butter, deep brown hair and a figure to die for. Emily was an enchanting child, with long golden braids and freckles on her cheeks.

"Natalia! Emily!" Gina beamed at her relatives and went to hug them.

"Hello dear, it's good to see you too." The rest of the family came to welcome them, even Katya yanked Bill's nut out of her mouth to go say hello.

"Who is that handsome set of balls on the couch?" Natalia asked Maria quietly.

"He's our exchange student from America. He's the most perfect houseguest. It only took him a week to learn all his manners, and he's cute to boot!" Maria whispered excitedly. "I think he's thinking of moving here later so we can get married! But that's all for later."

"Well, introduce us will you." Natalia urged. Maria walked seductively over to Bill and tapped him on his right ball. She chose a spot where she knew he must be bruised so as to get his attention.

Bill snapped out of his daze and stood up, spreading his legs and thrusting out his hips. "Hello everyone! It's a pleasure to meet you!" A delighted Emily saw this familiar gesture and ran to kick Bill hard in his crotch. She kicked him twice before he bent over and cradled his sore balls.

"You must be Emily. (cough) It's very nice to meet you."

Emily curtsied and moved Bill's hands aside gingerly "Can I please walk on your balls Mr. Bill?" Bill smiled and nodded his head.

"Of course you can sweetheart." Natalia said happily "Mr. Bill is just like one of us now!" And sure enough, as Natalia explained, Bill spread himself out on the carpeted floor and let Emily step onto his engorged balls.

He gritted his teeth and smiled at her. "Thank you for walking on my balls Emily." Emily was overjoyed at his manners, so she made sure to make him feel extra special by stomping down very hard on both his balls alternately. As Emily played with Bill, Therese flew out of the kitchen to welcome back her eldest son. She hugged him, grabbed his crotch and squeezed until he slid to his knees in pain.

"Aw mom (grunt) you always could floor me!" Antoni groaned as his mother continued to crush his balls.

As Antoni coughed and moaned, Therese stopped, her eyes opening wide as if she had just remembered something important. "I almost forgot myself! The whole reason for the party and here I was going to pop them! I'm sorry Natalia!"

Natalia hugged her mother-in-law warmly "Don't worry Therese, it's understandable. With balls like his you just have to squeeze-em." And with that Antoni's stunning wife knelt down, grabbed his balls from behind and yanked him back to his feet.

At dinner it was finally explained to Bill why Antoni, Natalia and Emily had come for this visit. As the girls all worked with their feet under the table to crush every pair of balls now present, Jeff's, Bill's and Antoni's Therese answered Bill's questions in detail.

"You see Bill, when a Feminan man gets married and has at least one daughter, his testicles are no longer considered his. They belong to his family, especially his daughter. Tonight we will enact the ancient ceremony in which Emily will crush one of her father's balls, and his sisters and mother (she grinned proudly) will crush the other. Antoni will sadly, never be able to offer his balls to anyone again after tonight. It's a beautiful tradition, but a sad one also." Therese seemed a little choked up, and Natalia reached out to comfort her. "Which is why we're going to make tonight last a long time, right ladies?" Natalia offered. All the women nodded and agreed vehemently.

"I've been looking forward to popping daddy's ball forever!" Emily said excitedly. Bill was also excited and intrigued. Part of his mind envied Antoni, as he would no longer have to suffer the constant pain of manhood, but part of him knew Antoni would miss making the women in his life so happy.

After the meal everyone gathered in the living room, which was large and very comfortably furnished. Therese took center stage. "Everyone, first we will warm up the men of the family. Bill, because you have become so close to us these past two weeks, we would be honored if you would join us."

Bill nodded his head and smiled. "The honor would be all mine Therese." Everyone smiled at Bill. They had come to enjoy his company so much over the last two weeks, they would be very sad to see him go.

"So, boys, please stand in front of us, and show us those nice big balls of yours." And with Therese's instructions, Antoni, Jeff and Bill all stood side by side, with their legs spread widely and their hands behind their backs. Any American walking in on the spectacle to follow would think he had walked into a crazy house, or an especially violent episode of America's Funniest Home Videos. All of the women stood up, including Gina and Emily, and went into a wild frenzy of testicular attacking. They kicked, they punched, they squeezed, they kneed, they head-butted, they elbowed, they twisted and yanked, they stomped, chewed, clapped, slapped, smacked, pummeled and bludgeoned all six of the beautiful bobbing balls in front of them. Gina uppercut Jeff's groin and stabbed her finger into Antoni's left nut. Lisa yanked Bills scrotum down and twisted his balls around. Katya stomped her heel into Jeff's awaiting balls and followed up by kneeing Bill's balls in quick succession ten times. Maria shoved her thigh into Jeff's balls while punching Bill's groin with one hand and scratching Antoni's crotch with her nails. Natalia introduced her foot to Bill's sack fifteen times before elbowing her husband's nuts and finishing by stomping Jeff's balls into his pelvis. Therese had a wonderful time reacquainting herself with her eldest son's testicles. She especially enjoyed pinching them and seeing their veins pop out. Emily mostly just kicked everyone hyperactively. The 'warm-up' session went on for almost an hour and a half, a flurry of girls and women smiling and laughing while three men got their genitals beaten to a bruised and throbbing mass. By the end not one of the men could stand. They were all pulverized and defeated so thoroughly that even to consider standing made them sick to their stomachs. All the women needed to relax and take a breather too; even the young energetic Emily was getting exhausted.

Therese fanned herself with her hand and fell back into her easy chair. "I say! I haven't had a workout like that in years! I should think not since the night I took my husband's last ball, rest his soul."

After the break it was Antoni's turn to stand and make a small speech. "Everyone, beloved family and friend from far away, I hereby declare that I, Antoni Bolling, am no longer the owner of my testicles. I hereby bequeath my left testicle, considered to be the larger and better of the two, to my daughter Emily, to take as she sees fit. I bequeath my right testicle, named 'he who hangs lower' by my wife, to my family, my lovely mother, sisters, and of course my beloved wife, to share and take together as they see fit. Will you, my beloved family, take these gifts I offer you tonight?"

All the women got a little choked up, and nodded, fighting off tears. "Then Emily, sweetie, how do you want to take daddy's nut?" Antoni knelt down and faced his adorable, precious daughter.

"I would like to kick your big ball until it pops daddy!" Emily cried happily. Everyone in the room nodded approvingly, Maria aawwed at her cute cousin. So Natalia sidled up to her husband, kissed him deeply on the lips and tied up his left ball with string, pushing his right ball into the leg of his pants out of harm's way. Antoni kneeled and spread his legs.

"I'm so happy I get to pop your ball daddy! This is the happiest I've ever been in my whole life!" Emily said as she pulled back her dainty foot and kicked her father hard in his secured nut. Antoni grunted a little, but kept his ball out in the open.

"Good shot Emily, but kick my ball harder or it'll never burst." Antoni urged her on. Emily's mother supported her too. "Go ahead sweetheart, aim with your toes, and make sure you kick daddy's ball so it hits his pelvic bone, like we practiced." Emily nodded and clenched her fists. She kicked her father's ball again, this time harder and faster than before.

Antoni groaned. "Good girl, even harder, keep trying." Emily kicked, and kicked, and kicked. Her aim was perfectly centered, leaving a noticeable distortion in the front of Antoni's testicle. Everyone in the room urged her on, rooting for her and getting more and more aroused as the kicking continued. Maria was sitting next to Bill, and couldn't help but reach out and squeeze his balls as Antoni was kicked again and again. Meanwhile Jeff's left ball was being squeezed by Gina while his right ball was being assaulted by Lisa. And Emily continued to kick.

Antoni's ball was obviously beginning to go, but it was a slow and obviously excruciating process. His balls had become incredibly tough over the years, and that toughness only prolonged the incredibly painful process he had to endure now. Emily kicked him, grunting quietly each time as she exerted the maximum force her muscles would allow. Finally, after almost another hour, Antoni's testicle lost its shape, and still Emily kicked it. Throughout the entire ordeal, Antoni remained upright and spread wide, giving himself completely to his daughter. Emily kicked again and again, harder and harder, until it was obvious that his testicle was ruined for good.

"Good job honey." Natalia said. She took her daughter's hand, and let her squish the remains of her father's gonad in his sack. Antoni was given a few minutes to recover so he could feel all the pain of his second and last rupturing. In the interim, Jeff and Bill were kicked, and trampled for a little while.

Finally it came time for Antoni's family to take his remaining nut. They talked it over and decided that they would all step on it together, each one contributing a foot to its destruction. So Antoni's ball was tied tightly, and placed in a special piece of furniture designed for this purpose. It was basically a large footstool, under which Antoni could lay. His ball would slide through a small circular opening in the top, where it would be accessible by all the women. So Antoni was prepared, and his ball was ready for his family. Every woman was allowed to put one of her feet on Antoni's ball. First was Gina, then Lisa, then Katya, then Maria, then Natalia, and finally Therese. Due to the sheer size of Antoni's ball, and the way it was flattened on the stepstool, every woman was able to put all the toes of one foot on his huge testicle.

Emily watched, sitting with her butt crushing Jeff's nuts. Bill waited anxiously for the women to start putting weight on Antoni's last nut. The women all hugged each other, smiled and counted together. "Three! Two! One! CRUSH!" and they stood up together in Antoni's doomed testicle. Antoni screamed at the top of his lungs, the women all orgasmed, and his testicle exploded under their combined weight. Bill shuddered inwardly, Jeff clapped and all the women collapsed in the throes of ecstasy. They would all take a turn fondling his destroyed manhood, before retiring for the evening in utter exhaustion.

Sunday came, and Bill was driven to the airport. It was the first time in two weeks that he wore his normal clothes, and he was amazed at how baggy his old pants were. The goodbye was long and full of tears, but Bill knew he would be back. Maria held his hands and looked deeply into his eyes. "I'll come back for you Maria, I think I have to." Bill said. Maria smiled warmly and lifted her knee gently into his groin "I know you will Bill from America, your balls belong to us now."

The End

ONE of my many ballbusting stories (first one ever told)

By kickmyball

There was this one guy named Josh in my history class who was sexy as hell! Unfortunately, he knew that I loved kicking guys in the nuts. I think its funny, not necessarily a turn on, just fascinating to make them cry in front of a group of friends. I heard from a friend of mine that he thought I had a nice ass. This kinda pisses me off cuz I’m small and have a rather bubbly butt. She also told me that he had the best bud around. I liked the fact that he was a pothead cuz that gives me a good reason to make conversation.

I went to school the next day in heels, a semi short mini skirt, and a tight little white t-shirt that showed my round titties. I went into class and sat right next to him. I noticed him looking at my ass and my chest. I asked him if he could score me a pound of some good chronic. I told him I have money and would do him sexual favors as well. He liked the idea and told me he'd follow me after school.

I got together some friends from the soccer team and we all went to my sister’s apartment. There were six girls there waiting. All sexy, all filled out in the ass and chest, and all ready to laugh their asses off before receiving a nice stash of ganja.

After school I told Josh to follow me and we drove down the street. He parked his jeep next to my Miata and we walked up the steps. When we got inside he instantly pulled out his sack of weed. I asked him if I could take a peek and he reached out to hand me his rather large bag of ganja. As soon as he reached out, I drove my knee into his nuts. You could hear a loud crunch. He went straight to the ground. I kicked him really hard one more time on the way down. Just to be a bitch. All seven of us chicks started roaring in laughter and I reached down and snagged his bag of pot.

He lay on the ground moaning while we chicks mooched off his stash. We smoked a couple joints then rolled him over on his back.

He looked up at us rather confused with a pale face. Two of the chicks held up his legs while I stomped down on his nuts. I stomped on them for a good five minutes and then let Stacy jump in (the only other girl down with the torment) everyone else just laughed at the pathetic boy.

Stacy and I stomped on his nuts until he cried, considering that we were stoned, we wanted to see the damage, so we made him show us his bruised up balls. It was funny to see what we did.

As he was puling out his purple nuts one of the chicks not involved in the beating jumped up and dove towards Josh, she reached out and grabbed a handful of swollen testicles. Her hand clenched to his sack and his eyes lit up. We all started cracking up one more time. Josh broke out and ran to his car half ass naked.

The next day we found out that Josh wrecked his car into a telephone pole and went to jail for warrants. Once in jail other inmates noticed his purple nuts and he never heard the end of it. To this day everyone remembers him as the little boy who got his nuts kicked by us bitches and sang soprano all in one night.

The bud was really good and we all got a good deal. And now there are seven more girls in school that love busting nuts just as much as I do.


By kekeo

Yuuko is a 25 years old office lady employed by a trading company in Tokyo. She has cute face is 5feet 4inches with medium-sized body (23 inches waist and 33 inches hip) with extremely large tits (38inches)!

That night, Yuuko left alone in her office, preparing documents for tomorrow's meeting in front of her computer. She was wearing blue business suits and white blouse which pushed up by her melon-sized boobs, and tight black mini-skirt that showed her shapely legs.

At 9:00 p.m., she stood up with a cup in her hand, to make another hot coffee. Then the door was opened, and entered an American businessman whose name is John.

"Hey Aoki-san. (Yuuko's family name). You working so late at night alone?"

He graduated Japanese university, so he can speak Japanese frequently.

"Taihen-desune. (means 'You works so hard')"

"Thanks Mr. John," replied Yuuko with smile, and stared his black face. John is thirty years old gentle and handsome afro-American. He's tall (6 feet 3 inches) and has a muscular body.

Yuuko had heard about afro-American’s large cocks, from one of her girl friends. She had an experience making love with an afro-American. First time she saw his cock, she was afraid of that too large cock for her vagina. But she could enjoy nice sex with that large black cock.

Yuuko thought about John's cock, 'is his so large? I wanna see that.'

Luckily there were nobody without Yuuko and John was in that office.

"Mr. John," said Yuuko.

"How about a cup of coffee?"

"Oh thanks, Aoki-san."

"You are welcome!"

She went to coffee-corner and returned to him bringing another cup of hot coffee. John was sitting on his chair. "Douzo (means 'Take it')," she said so holding out the cup to him.

"Thank you, Aoki-san."

He reached his right hand to receive the cup. Then Yuuko accidentally stumbled. The hot water was poured onto his groin.

"Ouch!" John shouted. Instantly Yuuko fell onto him slamming her knee to his groin.

"Ooooooops!" John cried falling from his chair to the floor.

"Oh! I'm sorry!" Yuuko shouted. John groaned in the fatal position, closing his eyes tightly, covering his aching balls and penis with both of his hands.

"Sorry, John! You must need help. Can you stand up?"

"Ma.....maybe......" John struggled to rise with help of Yuuko. Yuuko carried him to the sofa and put him on that.

"Are you all right, Mr. John?" she said.


"It's terrible. Let me see that."


"Where it hurts." Saying so, Yuuko opened his zipper and begun to undone his pants.

"No, and you need not to....." John tried to resist, but Yuuko stumbled again slamming her elbow to his groin.


Visiting Wendy (part 1-2)

By jtomin31

This was my second visit to Mistress Wendy, and it ended up being a lot more painful than the first. I guess I was the first guy who ever came to her asking for a session that was just ball-beating. She was a bit surprised, being more used to a 'typical' CBT session, but I gotta say, she got into it pretty quick, and I think she enjoyed it! She spent the first 30 minutes just getting to know me while experimenting with different techniques, then spent the second half hour punching and slapping my balls.

For a good part of it, I was lying on my back on the plush rug on her floor, holding a piece of rope that was wrapped around the base of my sac. It made it easier for her to get at my balls. She really seemed to enjoy hitting them, and I think we went almost ten minutes straight with her raining blows on them. Finally, after a dozen or so particularly hard hits, I said "yellow," which was our code word for "I need a bit of a breather!"

She didn't give me too long. After more of her smacking my bulbs around, she did a time-check and realized she was getting carried away. She asked me if I wanted self-release, which I definitely did, and she asked I wanted her to keep bashing my nuts while I rubbed myself. She kneeled down between my legs and told me she didn't want me to cum until she gave the okay.

I started pulling on my cock as she began slapping my balls. I think she was a little turned on by this course of events, because she was hitting harder and faster than before. I was in a ton of pain and having trouble staying hard. At last I did ask her to pause for just a second, which she did. Then I decided to go out on a bit of a limb, after all, I was paying for the session!

I told Wendy I wanted her to keep hitting my balls not just during, but after I came too. She asked if I was sure, knowing it would hurt a lot more. I said I wanted to try it, and she smiled and agreed. With that, she resumed her attack on my manhood, now punching her little fists into my balls with all her strength. I was in heaven and hell, but really close to cumming, which I said to her. She increased her assault on my testicles, and I knew I'd be in for even worse pain shortly, almost unimaginable at this time.

I was so aroused by it all, the sight of this beautiful woman battering my nuts, and the build-up to this point. I shot my load and it seemed to last forever. As my hand slowed down, hers seemed to speed up. Then, intense pain shot into the pit of my stomach. I took one more gut-wrenching slam into my jewels, and said "red," our word to definitely end the night. I was quivering, spent, and in complete agony.

And here I am, back for more!

When I made the second appointment, I told her I really wanted to push my limits even further. She said she had had a fun time, and was looking forward to it. When I arrived, she was again wearing a bustier that made her tits look like two perfect melons. She told me to strip down to my underwear. Last time, we agreed that instead of wearing boxers, I should wear boxer-briefs, the kind with a hole through the front. After she fastened my arms to restraints above my head, she kneeled down in front of me and gently pulled my ovals out through the hole.

She took a step back and said, "I'm excited about your return. Are you sure you are ready to up the ante tonight?" I nodded and she smiled. "Okay, then here's our new rule for the evening. At certain times, we can pick a number of minutes and an activity, like me squeezing one of your balls in each hand." As she said this, she grabbed my nuts and clenched her fist tight. I squirmed and coughed briefly. "Once we agree on the time, I set a timer. During the time, we do not stop the activity under any circumstances. I did a little bit of my own research, and found out that as long as I am using my hands and knees on you, nothing could cause any serious lasting injury. It is possible for me to bruise your balls by punching them enough and this would result in you being in some amount of pain for days - but it will eventually go away. Frankly, this is my goal for you tonight, what do you say?"

The entire time she explained this to me she was rolling my balls around in her hands, squeezing and prodding her fingers into them. This, combined with her suggestion had my cock at full attention. "I'm in."

With that, she released my balls, and walked over to her counter, where she looked through her various S&M toys. She grabs a rubber mallet I hadn't seen the last visit, and walks behind me, and I hear her set it down. She stands right in back of me so close that I can feel her firm breasts rubbing against my back. She puts her left arm around my body and runs her fingers through my chest hair, and tells me to spread my legs more, which I do. I feel her right hand slip between my legs and look down to see her hand clench my poor eggs. She squeezes quite hard and I shudder. Her grasp intensifies, and she uses her left hand to keep me standing steady. Her grip on my nuts relaxes a bit and then gets hard again. She begins to rhythmically pump my balls, and I am shaking with the pain while she keeps me steadied. She keeps this up for about a minute, maybe more, and it hurts a lot, but I'm still totally erect. She releases my balls and hugs both arms around me, cradling me. I exhale deeply, unclenching my muscles one by one. She feels my body release, and quickly steps back and swings her leg up hard, catching the toes of her boot square in my nutsack.

She does it again and then a third time, all before I can blurt out "yellow!" I stand there, weak in the knees, trying to get the horrible feeling out of my gut. When I finally open my eyes, she is kneeling down in front of me. She grins, and reaches out, cradling my tender sac in her left hand. She tells me to close my eyes, and I do, but ask for a quick breather. She counts slowly to 10 as I recover a bit. But at 8, she racks my balls harder than I've ever felt, and I instantly scream out "yellow" again. I am practically hopping from foot to foot. I notice through the tears forming in my eyes that she is still kneeling, swinging the mallet freely into her now-emptied palm. She says, "you took that really well, I'm very impressed. I'm also getting kinda turned on by this, so it seems like we're both getting our money's worth! As a reward, I'll give you a choice: either two more hits in a row right now, or five more over the next five minutes, no stopping."

I don't know what to do; I am still reeling in pain. She brings her hand to my sac again, "better choose soon, or I'll combine them and do five in a row!" I panic and choose 2 now. "You're the boss!" I watch in horror as she slams the mallet into her fist. My body clenches up, and I don't see the second one coming. I am having trouble keeping my weight up, and I feel her hands at my arms. My left arm comes free from the restraints and I immediately cradle my balls. When she releases my right, I let my body fall to the ground, and remain there curled up, trying to get out of the agony I feel. I can tell my balls are swelling a bit, and are very warm in my hands.

"Can you believe it's only been 20 minutes so far? I'm gonna smash those suckers before the night is through. Hitting your nuts with that mallet really turned me on too, so I think I'm going to give you a little reward." With that, she unsnaps the straps that keep her outfit on, and sits on the floor in front of me, naked. I'm shocked, but pleased to see her body's as luscious as I'd fantasized about. Her nipples are just the right size (silver dollars) and her pussy is clean-shaven.

She begins fingering her clit, as she watches me still moving around in pain. With her free hand she pinches one of her nipples, then reaches out to me, and puts my hands, one by one, on her amazing breasts. I am delighted at the firmness, and gently caress and squeeze them. She runs her hands up and down my chest, lightly draping her fingers over my cock, still hidden away in my underwear. A bit of precum oozes out, and she takes a gentle hold of my scrotum. I shiver, anticipating her grip.

"I may work as a mistress, but sometimes I enjoy being on the receiving end, so I thought we could play another little game. I'm pretty aroused from busting your balls, which is unusual for me, so we should have some fun with it. I want you to pinch my nipples as hard as you want. If you get me to say 'yellow' then you win, and I'll give you a handjob right now. If I cum before first, you spend the next part of the session blindfolded. You wanna play my game?"

I figured I had nothing to lose, and said sure. Boy was I wrong. She instantly clenched her free hand around my plums, taking me totally by surprise. As the pain raced through my body, I remembered the game, and started pinching her nipples, while she furiously pulled on her clit.

"Is that all you've got?" she asked, and bore down even harder. The crushing feeling of my balls was sapping my strength, but I managed to pinch a bit more. She increased the pressure too, so I managed to squeeze my fingers even further. I was using all my energy to keep this up as she mangled my nuts, but I saw her eyes close as she winced in pain - I think I had her!

I suddenly twisted one, then the other nipple, which must've hurt a lot. Finally a noise came out of her mouth, a loud "ohhhh" and her body shock convulsively. It didn't last too long, but while she came her grip on my nuts felt like it doubled in strength. I let go of her tits and clawed her hand off my balls. She released them, and we both fell back on the floor, her in ecstasy, me in agony.

As I recover, I glance at the clock to notice that more than a half-hour has passed. I don't know how to feel, as I'm in a lot of pain and don't know what else Wendy has in store for me. She sees me looking and says, "Don't worry; I'll give you some extra time for my little bout of self-indulgence. I'm very glad you came back for a second visit!"


She stands and puts her outfit back on, while motioning me over to her couch. My balls feel very heavy as I walk, and I gingerly rest them on the couch. At each corner of the sofa is a leather restraint, and she binds me completely, legs and arms spread. She sits down next to me, and puts a blindfold on my leg. She also produced a small wooden block and pillow, both of which she places under my balls, then lightly rubs her hand over my cock, which springs back to attention beneath my briefs.

"I like the way your underwear keeps your balls available to me, but for this next bit, I need them to rest out on this block. Once I blindfold you, I', going to spend some time pounding away at your groin, and I really want to take you to the edge." She goes back to the counter, and kneels in front of me, laying a few toys at my feet. I shudder as I look over them: a cane, a Nerf-baseball bat, a section of PVC pipe, a wooden spoon, and my friend, the mallet is back. Wendy leans forward and secures the blindfold, and I'm shivering with anxiety.

I feel the warmth of her hand as she rests it on my elevated sac. "Wow! They're really hot and swelling nicely. Are you getting what you wanted?"

"Absolutely - it's a night I'll remember for quite som-" I am cut off as I feel tremendous pressure crushing my balls. I couch and cry out in pain. "If you're wondering, I'm leaning almost all of my body weight onto your poor little nuts." She maintains this assault and continues, "this is just a quick warm-up for our next game. After you're a bit more tenderized, we're going to play a variation of 'memory.' Let me explain. I've got some new toys out, which you say. I'm going to hit your balls with one toy and then you have to guess what it was. If you're wrong, I get 2 extra hits, mostly to remind you of the feeling for the next hit. If you're right, I put the toy away." She eases the pressure off my groin, and I exhale deeply.

"One more thing - I added a couple of bonus items you didn't see. When you're wrong about them, I get four hits instead of two. Ready?" I wasn't, but I knew it didn't matter what I said, "Yes, Wendy, I'm ready."

For the next ten seconds, I sat there in silence. It seemed like an eternity. When something smacked my jewels with extreme force, I wish I had had longer! Due to my restraints, I couldn't really move or barely even flinch. "OK, what was that?" I had absolutely no idea, other than it seemed pretty solid. "the cane?" Less than a second later, bang, then again, BANG! "Nope!"

With everything I'd already been through, I didn't think I'd make it through this game with my balls intact. I sat in the dark, concentrating on blocking out the sensations. I heard a very loud smack before I felt a searing pain on the surface of my scrotum. "that was the spoon," I said with a mild cough. "Yeah. It wasn't quite right for this game, it's more fun to use over and over again, rather than just a single hit like that."

A moment later, it felt as if my balls were flattened, and I felt a bit nauseous. "I hit you extra hard that time, to make up for the spoon. What's your guess?" I could barely think, let alone focus on what object she was using. It didn't feel as devastating as the mallet, but it was quite a whopper. I started wondering what else she may have found and then I was suddenly seeing stars in the darkness. She followed this blow with another quick one, and said, "You took too long! But for the next time, that was the cane. Now it's time for one of my mystery objects!"

I braced myself as much as I could, but when the blow came down, it was still too much for me. Not as bad as the cane, but it seemed to dwell longer, whatever it was, it was a little flexible. "I don't know, maybe something like a cucumber or…" I heard her giggle.

"Does this feel like a cucumber ? No, it's not food at all. Funny guess though!" I was nearing my limits when her attack resumed a moment later. WHAP! The pain flared up again, but Wendy only hit my left nut - but she sure hit it hard! I was writhing in pain, trying to diminish the feelings inside, and I almost forgot to guess again. The toy felt a little softer than others, so I said "the Nerf bat?"

"Yes, darn it. I really like using it, because I don't feel like I have to hold back at all. I was hoping to just whack away at your balls with it, over and over again." She seemed to be giving me less and less recovery time with each toy, because I felt another crushing blow, again just to my left nut. My body had broken into a sweat some time ago, but now I could feel it all over. My legs were quivering a little, and I was starting to get a bit woozy.

I didn't think that she had used the cane again, so hoping it wasn't new, I guessed the plastic PVC pipe. "Damn! That's two in a row for you. Time for another new item! This was a bit of a last-minute addition, so tell me how it feels!"

She hit me across both my balls again, but the blow felt a bit more like a sting than a crushing sensation, and it didn't really hurt all that much, which Wendy could tell. "I didn't think it would be all that great. It's my stereo remote control. Oh well, I'll use the other one instead, and by the way, it's still not a cucumber." And she nails me square on my left nut, which is getting very sensitive. I'm in agony as I try to figure out what the heck it is she's beating me with. It feels almost the way her punches feel. "Is it a cane with a towel or something soft wrapped around it?"

Her answer was two more sharp smacks to my left testicle, followed by two to both. "Nope! I'll trade you a hint for a hit…" I inhaled and nodded ok, and she slammed the object down again. "Well, it's something from my personal collection, really for me, and not others. I'm totally into the symbolism of it too! I hope that's not too much of a giveaway. Moving right along!"

With that, I hear then feel a loud thud as my jewels are smashed into the pillow once more. I am gasping for air and a surge of nausea comes over me. I remember that feeling all too well, and slowly regain my composure enough to utter "the mallet." Unfortunately, I do it at the same time she says, "Outta time" and crushes my bulbs once more. "I guess that was a tie, so I'll give it to ya. Besides, you are really starting to swell up down there. I think your left ball is bruising but I'll make sure they're both pretty fucked up before too much longer! Only two items left, and I think you'll get them both with one more hit each."

My head's still spinning from the mallet pounding when I feel the hard wood of the cane come down across my eggs, scrambling them even more. I'm so far past anything I've ever felt before. I'm drenched in sweat, making barely audible but constant moaning noises and I can feel the ache in my balls all the way through the back of my throat. I identify the toy as the cane, and focus on getting through this with my manhood intact.

"That's right, which brings us to our last object. I'll give you a way out - if you take 6 hits in a row, we're done and you can stop guessing." I took the opportunity, having no clue what the item was and not really wanting to count on her 'clues' to help me out. I braced for the impact, when I felt a smack into my left nut. Smack, smack, smack, "OW" then the next one across both orbs, SMACK, SMACK, "AHHHHH!"

I must have sat for a full minute without exhaling again. Wendy removed the blindfold and was kneeling in front of me with a smile on her face. She held up a long rubber dildo and chuckled. "Well done! Are you ready for our last few activities? I have just a couple more things I want to do to those precious jewels of yours." She put her hand beneath my sac, cradling my engrossed nuts. I looked down to get a sense of the damage. I'd never seen them look like this before, bright red, with a large purplish bruise covering the left one, and a smallish bruise on the right one.

Wendy rolled my balls in her fingers, and even that motion sent a wave of pain through my body. She moves her hand up, and can feel the hardness of my dick. "How are you still hard with your balls beaten so badly? I'm shocked!" She undid all my restraints, and I instantly held my package. She gently pushed a finger into the partially exposed bruised area of my left nut, which caused me to inhale sharply. "Okay, time for the next round."

She stood me up and then turned me away from her. "Grab the ropes again," she said, indicating the cuffs above my head. As I did so, she lashed out with a vicious kick from behind. I collapsed into a heap. "I actually needed you on the ground, and we haven't really spent much time with my boots smashing your precious sac." I was rocking back and forth, moaning over and over again, "My balls. Shit. My balls."

"Okay, we're almost done, and I really want to send you home remembering this night forever. Get down on all fours please," she said, with a sweetness in her voice. "Here's a nice incentive." She stripped out of her outfit again. I slowly got onto my hands and knees, and watched her walk around me. She sat on my lower back, and I could feel her wetness. "Now it's time for the no-foul round. For the next two minutes, I'm gonna squeeze the life out of your balls with my bare hands again. No punching, kicking, or hitting, but also no stopping. I want to feel me crush your testicles with my grip once more tonight!"

"I'm not going to be able to last two minutes Wendy!"

"Sure you will! You're doing so great. Most guys would've ended the entire session about 20 minutes ago. Plus," she said as she stuck her hand into my underwear, "Your dick is still so stiff. You'll have a night to remember for sure!" I took a deep breath, and said okay. She reached her hand onto the mantle and set a timer she had for two minutes and ten seconds and then pushed start.

I watched the seconds count down as she got her hands into position, one on each nut. Even before she applied pressure I felt a minor discomfort from the contact. I clenched my stomach muscles tight as I anticipated the pain, and watched the timer reach 2:00. I closed my eyes.

Nothing happened. I waited a couple of seconds and then turned my head to look behind me. Wendy was watching me, and as our eyes made contact, she dug her fingers into my groin. It felt like my balls exploded in her little fingers, and all the strength flew out of my body. My arms gave out and I toppled over, but she shifted her weight to follow me down. She changed her grip, flexing her fingers causing new, pulsing waves of pain throughout my sac. I couldn't even feel the difference between either ball, just a mass of agony in the pit of my stomach.

Her fingers crossed my bruised areas and suddenly I was seeing stars, and collapsed completely, rolling onto my side. "I can't take it. Please! Stop!" I panted out.

"Not a chance, we've still got more than a minute to go." With that, she began rolling my balls around in her hands. This was less immobilizing than before, and I could feel her crotch moving back and forth along my side. I could hear her breathing a bit heavier as well. She continued these motions for a few more seconds and then changed her grip again, rubbing my balls into each other. This made me cry out in pain, and after a few seconds I began to shake and tremble. My whole body was sweating, and I felt as if I had been kicked in the stomach.

"Only 30 seconds left, but it ain't getting better for you!" I couldn't imagine it being any worse. She released her grip, but I could feel she still held my left testicle in her fingers. Then I felt more fingers on it, and I grimaced as they began to compress. She was crushing my single orb from every angle, and the pain spiked.

"Yellow! Yellow!"

She didn't stop.


"Not for 10 more seconds. This feels soooo good to do, I can imagine crushing thousands of little sperm inside your nut." I was really shaking now, convinced my left ball was being destroyed. There was almost a numbness in the midst of the agony. Ding!

Finally, it was over. She got up, and I just lay there, barely even moving anymore. I remained on the floor for a bit, eyes closed, wishing the pain would go away, or even diminish a little bit. I assumed, and frankly hoped that our session was finally over. I felt an odd sensation, the pain was so intense, yet my cock was fully engorged and a large wet spot was visible in my briefs. I inspected my battered testes, both swollen and now purplish. The left testicle seemed to be bruised entirely, and about half of the right one was dark as well.

"Honestly, this was one of the most fun sessions I've ever had. Take off your briefs; it's time you got a little pleasure to go with the pain." I looked up to see Wendy naked above me, her pussy glistening with some juices dripped down her inner thighs. I slid down my underwear, and she motioned me over to lean my back against the wall. She stood straight up between my legs and said, "I've never let a customer do this before, but after the way I ransacked your manhood, I think you deserve it. I want you to go down on me while I step on your nuts. When I come, then you can make yourself come too."

She positioned her right foot over my scrotum and stepped down, pushing them into the floor. I gasped, and she thrust her crotch forward into my face. I began to tongue her.

I love the sweetness of a woman's juices, and I guess I was doing okay, as she began to moan pretty quickly. I sped up in response, only to feel a jolt to my balls. "Don't speed up, I like it like that. It's gonna make me cum, so don't change a thing!"

She eased her foot off my jewels a little. Within a minute she was making all kinds of noises as I lapped away eagerly. "Oooh. Ohhh. I love racking those tender balls of yours. Oooh. Oh! I'm about to cum! Okay, you can start touching yourself!" I didn't hesitate, and began jerking off. My tongue continued caressing her clit and she yelled out, then stomped her foot down hard, squashing my nuts. My eyes bulged out, but I didn't stop pulling on my dick. She started slamming her foot down onto my grown, sending wave after wave of pain through my body.

Then she grabbed the back of my head and shoved me even harder into her crotch. This was enough to push me over the edge and I shot out a massive load. Thankfully, as the first splat of semen came flying out of my cock, she lifted her foot off my plums. I came harder and longer than ever before.