Good Thing Gone Bad

By tall_pete

I haven't written in ages and had about two hours to kill while I procrastinated this afternoon. Here is the result. This is pure fiction in case you couldn't tell...

I had a great thing with a girl named Corey for a while when I was a sophomore in college. It was my first real-life bb experience but it spun out of control fast.

Corey was truly a tramp, and I mean that in the best way. She had a killer body and a decent face. But what really set her apart is that she truly loved sex and was kinky as hell. We would go at it like animals. She is the only girl I have ever dated that had a stronger sex drive than I did. She couldn't get enough and she was into anything. We fucked in store changing rooms; she went down on me in the middle of a crowded club and loved wearing skirts with no panties. We tied each other up, experimented with whipping cream, chocolate and toys I did not know existed. I was truly in lust. We didn't talk. She was an airhead. We had little in common except that we loved to fuck each other.

Even with Corey being as kinky as they came, I was still hesitant to share my BB fetish with her. I was young and naïve and thought people would think I was a freak. If I'm a freak, Corey belonged in the circus. It also occurred to me that I didn't really care what Corey thought of me, I just didn't want her to stop fucking me.

When I mentioned it one time as we were starting to get into it, she only hesitated for a second before grabbing and squeezing me hard. She quickly progressed to kneeing me hard as we rolled around in her bed. It was obvious she got a total thrill out of it. I think part of her nympho urges was the knowledge that sex gave her great power over men. Ball busting was just a new way to exert power and she became as addicted to it as she did to sex. It became her favorite form of foreplay. I would walk into her room and she would immediately grab my shoulders, push me against the wall and pound me in the nuts with her knee until I slumped to the floor. She got damn good at it fast. She could be surgical with her knees, feet and hands.

She soon became exhibitionistic about it. She would grab my balls under the table in a restaurant and squeeze with all her might. In clubs she would knee me as hard as she could as we danced. A number of times, I was left on my knees in the middle of the dance floor as she would laugh and walk away. I loved it, but I sort of missed her going down on me in the club instead.

Ballbusting became the center of our relationship. She would joke about it in front of people, "Better be careful Pete or I'll squeeze those balls of yours so hard you'll cry". Or, "Now you're just looking for a good kick in the balls Pete." And she followed through. I no longer dared to disagree with her.

One time I told her not to be an idiot when she said something quite stupid. She turned around and racked me with her boot-clad foot. We were in the middle of the sidewalk. She then walked up to me, straightened me up by the shoulders and sent me to the ground with a knee. People were staring. I heard a laugh. I was on both knees, hands on the ground in front of me and breathing hard. I heard her snap, "Now come on," above me and I sheepishly struggled to my feet and followed her. I felt two feet tall.

Ballbusting took over in the bedroom too. More and more time was spent on Ballbusting and less and less on sex. She came up with a new game where she would grab onto one of my nuts and squeeze until I was begging for mercy. She then made me beg to do things I would never do. At first it was innocent, I had to clean her room, cook her dinner, etc. Then it was weird, I had to wear the panties of one of her housemates (hers were too small). I tried to balk at this once my nut was free but she would just beat me into begging to be allowed to do it again.

It didn't stop. Soon she was making me jerk off in front of her. As I would get close to exploding she would squeeze my balls until all I could do was hold myself and beg her to release.

I began to live my life in fear. I did not know if she was going to come up behind me in a bar and level me with a kick from behind. I dreaded and looked forward to the phone ringing and hearing her voice saying, "I want your balls now." I knew better than to keep her waiting. My friends starting making fun of me, saying I was whipped. She never came to my place anymore, I was always at hers. It was worse with her three housemates; they all seemed to look at me differently. I know I saw smirks. She would bust me in front of them and they would giggle like madwomen. It was clear they knew what was going on.

Then everything changed for the worse. I showed up at her house unannounced. I had a key, so I went in and went back to her room. I heard them before I even opened the door. The guy was a big motherfucker, probably a football player. He was pounding her face into the bed as he fucked her doggy style and she was yelling with joy. We had not fucked like that in weeks. I stood there stunned. Corey looked up and I swear she had a glint in her eye.

The dude stopped and said "Who the fuck are you?"

Corey moved forward, sliding off the guy's cock and turned to face him. "Don't worry honey, that's my boyfriend, I'll take care of this." The guy looked mildly surprised but undaunted.

Corey climbed off the bed and sauntered over to me naked. Her tits bounced and jiggled and her hips swayed. I was definitely still in lust even then. I also knew what was coming next. I think I wanted it to happen. I wanted to pain to dilute the betrayal and shame. The first kick hit me square on. I stumbled and my knees buckled. But I remained standing and just stared at her. She smiled and kicked me again, hard and dead on. I remember the jolt of electricity shooting through my body, the wave of pain from the first one not yet at its crescendo. Corey grabbed my shoulders so I would not go down. The knee hit me dead on and I fell to the floor like dead weight. But I fell so that I was sitting on my ankles, my legs still spread. I don't know if it was just training or if some part of me wanted to obtain oblivion - probably both.

The next kick made my body shake and I simply fell forward. I don't know why I did not puke. My insides were on fire. There was not another kick, I heard Corey say something above me. I don't know what. I heard him grumble something back. Then they were fucking again. I lay on the floor, listening to them go at it. Corey was moaning and yelling out the guy's name. I think I have mentally blocked it from my memory. The guy was grunting like an ape. The noises hit a crescendo and then died off. I could hear breathing and the noise of clothes being put on. I had partially recovered at this point, but I didn't move. I felt the muscle-head step over me and heard him snicker. The door opened and closed. Then I felt Corey step over me. I felt her kick my legs apart so that she was standing between them, behind me.

"I have to go to class," she said. "I'll be back in about an hour and a half." I expect the room to be cleaned and then we will deal with you showing up here unannounced." I nodded. I was both elated and decimated. The next kick made me gag and in my world of pain I did not even hear her leave. After an eternity, I got up on my hands and knees and crawled towards the bed to make it.