Over E Industries (part 1-2)

By crazynut

Over E Industries is the leading clothing company on the east coast, specializing in women’s clothing. CEO Ms. Marla Maxford, a divorced and bitter woman who is in control of everything in her company as well as everyone’s life. Her Assistant Amy Nelmar is in awe of Marla and all of her power. Marla started this company two years ago and is delighted with the success of her business. With new orders being processed every day they are looking to hire a brand new employee to help them with added volume.

"We have seen a million applicants today and not one person has any potential,” Amy said to Marla in despair.

"Not to worry, we will, if it kills me,” Just then a young man walked in the front door all dressed up in a perfect suit and tie, ready to impress. "Hello, my name is Tom and I am applying for the Administrative position,” Marla and Amy both knew that they never thought of hiring a man to work in her company, but they were desperate and decided to test him out.

"Come right in, I am Marla, CEO of Over E and this is my assistant Amy. Won't you have a seat?" Tom took a seat across from Marla and Amy in the empty waiting room. Tom was nervous as he was just fresh out of college and looking to put his degree in business to use. After a series of questions and forms Tom was hired. Tom was to report to work that Monday for his first day.

Monday

As always Marla and Amy rode in together as they lived in the same development. They were both looking forward to today as they had a new employee to boss around, especially that this would take the slack off of Amy. Marla can be very tough at times and that is no news to Amy.

"Let's see if he even shows up on time, ha, Men, they just can't be trusted,” When they pulled into the parking lot, there was Tom at the front door waiting to get to work. Marla was very pleased with this, and proceeded to enter the office with Amy at her side.

"Good Morning Tom, Are you ready?" Marla questioned

"Yes, Ms. Maxford, I have been looking forward to this all weekend," Tom replied

"Great!" With that she shut the office door behind her and showed Tom where he will be working. "Tom, this will be your desk out here, My office is to your left and Amy's is to the right, If you should need us just buzz us on this phone by pressing 1 for Me and 2 for Amy, Ok?"

"That is not a problem" Tom answered proudly.

"Now, I will be in my office doing some reports, Amy here will be showing the ropes; have fun.” Marla left the two alone to get to training.

Four hours had passed and Amy and Tom were still training. Amy was very happy with Tom's performance as he was catching on very quickly.

"Wow, this is great. You are really getting it. Since you know the expense reports really well, I will let you finish this stack here and when you’re done just buzz me as I have to take care of these shipment reports. You think you got it?" Amy asked.

"Yeah, I should be okay,” Tom confirmed. Amy left Tom to his tasks.

As soon as Amy was in her office she logged onto her email and advised Marla how it went. Now that is was confirmed he is a keeper. It was time to move on to the employee handbook. Marla always wanted her company to be all female so she decided if we do have men working here, they will have to obey by certain rules. -Beep- Tom's phone rang out. The light for button one was flashing,

"Yes, Ms. Maxford, what can I do for you?" "Tom, please come in my office, now,” With that Tom hung up and proceeded into her office.

"Please sit", Marla ordered. "Tom, I want you to know that I always thought of Over E Industries as an all female environment, so with the addition of you here, it dampened my dream. Amy has told me how well you are doing here and I really wanna keep you on board. So I hope that you -"

Tom interjected. "Ms. Maxford, I am sorry to interrupt you, but I would really like to stay with this company for as long as you would like to keep me, I enjoy you and Amy very much. So I will be more than happy to do whatever it is I need to stay on board, even though I will be the only man around here,” Tom smiled.

"Well I am glad you said that, because I was just going to give you the Male Employee handbook. There is a video I will need you to watch as well,” Marla pointed at the wall behind him as she reached in her drawer to grab the remote.

"Uh, Male handbook? Well, okay, sure, no problem. I will read it over after the video,” Tom was a little hesitant now as not sure what was going to happen. He was in for a very rude awakening.

Tom looked at the TV and saw the black screen change to Blue with White letters spelling out "Over E Industries" then to more letters saying "Better Than Testies". At that moment Tom gulped as he kinda put two and two together. The video began to play. There was a man in a suit and tie and a woman in a power suit; they were both standing in what appeared to be a break room. The man in the video was making a cup of coffee while the woman behind him brought her leg fully back and slammed her foot right into the man's groin without him knowing.

"Ummmph. Oh... Oh my balls!" screamed out the man on the video tape while at the same time Tom coughed as he knew what that must have felt like with eyes wide open. Just then the screen went to black. Marla had shut off the tape.

"Tom, basically I want you to know that around here, you are worthless. And in this company, when you are in this building (she reached down into Tom's crotch) these belong to ME!" Tom jumped up with her hand to relieve the force that she had on his testicles. "Do you understand me?" she asked.

Trying to get the words out Tom replied, "Ye-- Ye - Yes, Ms. Mah- Maxford,”

Marla then figured that was too professional for him. "From now on you will call me Ms. Marla and you will refer to Amy as Ms. Amy. Got that?" "

Yes Ms. Marla,” she released her firm grip on his nuts. "Now as far as business attire, when you come into this building I want you to wear these...(she went to her desk and pulled out of the bottom draw a pair of white classic briefs with a Red Bull’s-eye on the front of them)...You may change here and now,”

Without any questions Tom starting removing his clothing as he was afraid of his nuts being in danger. While Tom was undressing Amy walked in and was shocked and excited to see this young buck, fully nude in front of her. Amy always dreamed about having a man to abuse and to have in her control ever since hearing Marla's stories about what she used to do to her ex-husband. Amy was delighted at the view she taking in but played it cool.

"Oh I see Amy has joined us," Marla exclaimed. "Amy, would you be a doll and tell Tom here about what the bull’s-eye means,” Marla stated. At this point Tom is standing in front of the two women in his new work uniform. Tom didn't need an explanation to what it meant; he just knew to keep his mouth shut.

"Why sure Marla, I would believe that the red bull’s-eye indicates where we will be reprimanding you if you get out of line, Tommy!" Amy giggled out the sentence. Tom just kept his head down, he never felt this powerless before.

"Why don't we try it out and see what happens, hmm?" Marla suggested.

"Yeah, CEO goes first" Amy chimed in. Tom looked up and saw Marla's leg come flying toward him and hit him square in the nuts, just as marked on his underwear.

"UGHHHHH! Oh, O, Oh, My Nuts... Oh My god, Uh, Uh" Tom screamed out.

Marla came over to Tom who was bent over in pain and grabbed both his arms interlocking with hers and advised everyone, "Now, Now, It’s Amy's Turn". With that said Amy looked Tom right in the eyes and took her left leg and side kicked his balls and kept her foot in place as he fell to the floor. Tom lay there writhing in pain holding on to his nuts waiting for the pain to stop.

"Well, it’s lunchtime, we will be back. Tom, come on get up, remember you only get a half hour for lunch", Marla said as both women laughed their way out of the office.

Tom couldn't believe what just happened. Is this how he would be spending his days at work? He figured he better get out of there, he just couldn't get up. When Tom finally got up off the floor, the phone was ringing. It was his cell.

"Hello."

"Oh good Tom, you’re still there. We are on our way back to the office, make sure those expense reports are finished or you know what will happen," Marla advised Tom with a hint of laughter. Tom had finished the reports before he was called into Marla's office so he knew he wouldn't get into trouble. This was the best paying job he ever had, so what were a few kicks every now and then? And besides he secretly always wanted a girl to rack him in the nuts and now he had two of them doing it. Tom took his seat at the front desk awaiting the women to return from lunch.

About ten minutes later, Amy walked in the door and came over to Tom's desk and looked him over. She was going to enjoy having him as a new employee. "Marla is parking the car, so do you have the reports?" Amy asked.

"Yes I do, Ms. Amy, they are right here," Tom said as he handed her the reports.

"I will look them over and let you know how you did,” Amy went to her office and Marla walked in looking at Tom.

"Listen, I have to take a conference call with TeXTicle Industries and I will need you in my office, so come on,” Tom followed her into her office and awaited further direction. Marla closed her door and, without any time for Tom to prepare, Marla's hand went flying into Tom's balls. She grabbed them hard, squeezing them between her fingers through his briefs.

"Ah, Ah, Ms. Mah-rla…” Tom tried to get out.

"Shh, Tom, I need you under me while I take this call," Marla directed as she landed Tom to the floor by his balls. She put Tom right under her desk so while she took the call she could smash her foot right into his poor little nuggets. See, TeXTicle Industries has always overpriced Marla for her fabrics, because she’s a woman, so she feels anyway. This is something she has just come to deal with and every time she has to deal with them it stresses her out. Well not anymore, now that she has Tom.

"TeXTicle Conference Call... Now transferring" the automated male voice on the phone was already pissing Marla off as she started grinding her heel into Tom's plums under her desk. Tom was trying not to moan but couldn't help it.

"Marla, how are you today?" a man asked her over the phone. "I am good, Bob, Look, cut the crap. How much this week?" Marla demanded. Bob was always ripping her off, well after all it was her ex husband.

"Well, you have a pretty big order... We calculate about $6,000,” When Marla heard that price her foot went flying up off Tom's balls and came flying back down, crushing his nuts between her shoe and the floor. Tom let out a giant gasp and rolled over to the corner under her desk. He was in so much pain; he was dead to the world, well for the minute. The next thing he knew he heard a giant slam above him and he was being pulled out from under the desk by his ankles. Marla had gotten so mad at Bob from TeXTicle that she hung up on him and was so enraged that she needed a pair of balls. With Tom spread eagled by Marla's grips on his ankles, she drove her foot into his balls, one stomp after the other, stomping on his nuts, placing her foot right on the red bull’s-eye.

Again and again and again, with every smash and stomp, Tom lost his breath and started to cry out. "Please stop, Ms. Marla, please stop.” Marla just kept pulverizing his nuts. She imagined it was Bob's nuts. With one final blow to his balls, she dropped his ankles and his legs fell to the floor with Tom rolling over grabbing his nuts and turning onto his stomach to try to hide his broken manmeat. That only made Marla angrier.

She grabbed the back of his underwear and pulled them off of him, Tom couldn't try to fight it because of the pain in his nuts he didn't know where to keep his hands. Should he let go of his aching orbs and try to hold on to his only protection, a pair of briefs. Before he knew it he was laying there on the floor naked. At that moment Amy walked into Marla’s office

"What is going on?" she asked.

"$6,000 this week, those bastards! I wish I could just rip his balls off!" Marla explained angrily. Over hearing that, Tom was worried about his balls. He didn't wanna lose them but he had a bad feeling what was gonna happen.

"Well Marla, I am sure we can work something out, let me call them,” Amy left the room to make the call from her office.

"Sorry I had to take that out on your poor nuts Tom, but I really feel relaxed, so it was all worth it, don't you agree?" Marla said to Tom as he lied there holding his nuts.

He knew what to say to help the situation out even though it killed him inside. "Well they are your balls Ms. Marla, you may use them as you may," he whimpered out.

"Good. You’re gonna work out just fine here,” Marla said to Tom as she was getting ready to leave the room standing over Tom.

"UGH! Nooooo!" Tom screamed out as Marla stomped on his aching balls right before walking out of the room to check on Amy. Tom just stayed on the floor in pain clutching his nuts, waiting for the pain to subside.

"Ok, great, thanks Bob,” Amy said as she looked over to Marla.

"Well what happened?" Amy hung up the phone as Marla is waiting for her response.

"Well, Bob is gonna cut us a deal, $3,335 this week and next week free if I flash him, so I said I would,”

"What!" Marla was outraged that Amy would even consider it.

"Don't worry Marla, I will kick him in the balls right before I open my blouse; he will never see it coming. Then when he is down on the floor, I will smash those nuts of his and make him give us all of our orders for free," Amy explained.

"I am so proud of you, I trained you well, but you will have to practice, I mean you have only hit Tom in the balls, right?" Marla was concerned as Amy was new to busting men’s balls.

"Yeah, I always wanted to destroy a man how you do so well,” Amy confessed.

"Let's go Amy; we just happen to have one at our fingertips for you to train on," Marla said as she grabbed Amy by the wrist and dragged her in anticipation into her office. Tom was still on the floor unable to move.

"Tom, how are our balls, dear?" Amy asked, pretending like she cared.

"Your balls! You mean, uh... Uh, yeah, your balls are a little sore. I don't think they can take much more,” he said hoping they would stop.

"I guess we will just have to pop them,” Amy suggested. Tom’s face went pale when he heard her say that, fortunately for him Marla disagreed.

"Amy, we only pop balls when he leaves our company, you know that…”

"Right, I was just being funny; I wanted to see Tom’s face.” Both women laughed.

"Now, Tom, we will need you to stand up so we can have Amy here, practice her kicks for her meeting with TeXTicle next week," Marla advised. It took Tom a minute to get to his feet. His balls were red and so sore but he knew he would have to do what they say or it would only be more horrible then what he was going through now.

"Ok, Tom, please put your work uniform back on as during the meeting those fucking bastards will be wearing clothes. This will be a help to Amy,” Marla explained. Amy was getting very wet with the thoughts of her finally taking over a man. All day whenever she saw Tom and his tight balls so snug in those briefs, she wanted to just smash them so hard and now she was actually gonna get to crush them.

"Ok, Ms. Amy, I am ready for your kicks,” Tom said with his head held down to the floor bracing for impact.

"Remember, its all in the kick, when you kick him in the nuts you want him to fall to the ground," Marla coached Amy through her kick. "That’s it, bring your leg back and SNAP!"

Tom let out a sigh of air as he though she would have kicked him from Marla's advice but it seemed Amy was just prepping as she would bring her leg back and get so close to his balls she would stop impact. Tom couldn't wait for Amy to rack him in the nuts, once and for all.

"Here goes!" Amy exclaimed as she used all her might in her body to make that foot make contact with Tom's balls. WHOOSH! In what was like slow motion Tom heard her leg coming through the air finally crashing into his family jewels.

"ACHHH-- Ah—Oh!" went Tom. Her foot stayed on his balls and lifted him off the ground. Tom’s world went black; everything was a blur around him as he fell to the ground in tears.

"I did it! I nailed him!" Amy proudly shouted out all happily. Marla congratulated her.

"Oh my, look at the time it is 5:00 pm, where did the day go? You ready Amy?" Marla said.

"Yeah let’s go. I am tired from today. What a great way to start off the week,” Amy announced. Both women looked at Tom as he lay helpless on the floor.

"Goodnight Tom," both women said.

"Great first day! See ya tomorrow,” Marla told Tom as she shut off the lights and closed the office with Tom still just laying there. Hours later, Tom finally awoke, crawling on the floor till he found a wall to balance himself up. He felt his balls and they were so swollen, he knew he had to get home and put some ice on his balls. When he got out to his desk there was a note with a key that read:

Tom,

Here is a key to the office, you surely earned it today. Bring us two coffees tomorrow, both dark, and some bagels too. Also, we would like you to bring in all of your underwear so we can tag them accordingly. We would hate for you to run out of uniforms since we only had one on hand. Go home and rest our balls. We will see them tomorrow.

Sweet Dreams,

Ms. Marla & Ms. Amy

Tom knew that his new job had definitely changed his life... and it was only the first day.

Part 2

That night Tom looked over his "Male Employee Handbook" while intermittently placing an ice pack on his swollen nuts. He could not believe what he was reading... As arousing as it was for him, he was still nervous for his poor balls. He went through so much today he could only imagine what was in store for him tomorrow. The pain in his balls finally subsided and it was going on 10pm. He knew he’d better get to bed or he would never get up on time and be late for work, and the handbook clearly states for every minute a man is late, that is how many kicks he will receive.

Tuesday

The next morning, Tom awoke at 6:45 am. He was very excited because he knew he would be on time. He got all his underwear out of his top dresser drawer so that Ms. Marla and Ms. Amy could tag them. He wore his work uniform under his suit so he wouldn't have to change in front of them again and he headed out the door.

It was 7:22 am and he was only five minutes away from the office. He went to the Dunkin' Donuts that was down the road from work and ordered two coffees; black, of course, and a mixture of bagels and, to be safe, all different spreads to go on them. Of course, it was the morning rush so he didn't get out of there until 7:37am, but he would make it.

As he carried the women's breakfasts to the car he noticed there was a car accident on the opposite side of the road and heard sirens in the background. Tom jumped in his car quickly to avoid being stuck in the delay that was beginning to occur with traffic. When he approached the main road he noticed that they blocked his turn to get back to the office.

"Shit!" he screamed out, but knowing the town well, he knew a back road that was out of the way that should get him there by 8 am, even though it was 7:48 am now. Driving rather fast he pulled into the parking lot at 7:59am and no sign of Marla's car. When he got to the front door of the office he reached for the key in his pocket and the door opened. It was Amy helping him out.

"Oh, good you remembered, black right?" she questioned him.

Tom replied proudly, "Yes Ms. Amy, with an entire assortment of bagels and spreads.” Amy took the coffees and bagels from him when Marla came out of her office.

Tom was shocked to see her in the office and started mumbling, "Ms. Marla, uh, good morning, I, uh, didn't know -"

"Tom, it is 8:01, get out of those clothes, into your uniform and stand with your legs spread, NOW!" Marla interrupted. Amy sipped on her coffee with a smile as she was so excited to watch a pro crack those nuts. Tom did as he was told. He took off his white dress shirt while slipping off his black dress shoes along with undoing his belt to take off his dress slacks and stood there in his black socks and white bull’s-eye underwear that he received yesterday.

Within a blink of an eye Marla's leg went flying back and then came forward straight into his nuts. WHACK! "OHHHHH GOD! Uh *Cough* - Uh!" Tom screamed out clutching his balls as he fell to the floor from the evil kick that was just delivered to his poor nuts.

"Let that be a lesson to you to make it here at 8 on the dot! Is that understood?" she asked him as she stood over him watching him hold on to his manhood waiting for the pain to go away. He couldn't answer; the words were in his head but just not making it to his mouth.

"Understand? Tom, Do you understand me?" Marla kept asking him while kicking his hands away from his balls with her foot to tap on them ever so gently while repeating the question. "Do you understand me?"

"Uh Y- Yea - Yes Ms. Mah- Marl- a" he finally replied.

"Good, now get up and get to work, you're gonna do more expense reports today, they are on your desk. Later we will show you something new.” With that said, Marla and Amy both went into their offices and slammed their doors. Tom crawled to his desk and climbed into his chair to relax his balls and start the reports.

A good two hours had passed and it was very quiet in the office. Tom had just finished his reports and knew he better ask for something else or god knows what would happen to him. Before he did, he saw his clothes lying around the waiting room. He decided to pick them up so they wouldn't be wrinkled, not that it mattered but they shouldn't be just lying around. He got up slowly, walked over and picked up his shoes and pants and then turned around and picked up his white shirt. As he bent down to pick up his white shirt he felt something come flying between his legs. SMACK!

"AHHHHHH!" Tom cried out. Whatever it was, just got his right testicle and trapped it against his upper thigh. He dropped his clothes and stayed in that position bent over, holding and cupping his jewels.

"Hehehe, Sorry Tommy, I just couldn't help it. Those briefs just compliment your balls so well; I needed to get a hit in.” It was Amy; she must have come out of her office while he had his back turned. "I will need you after lunch, so in the meantime before then I will need you to type these letters to some of our clients,” she advised Tom as she rubbed his back helping him back to an upright stance.

"There you are, you boys sure do cry a lot when a girl hits you there, it can't hurt that bad. You men are wimps!" Amy declared as she turned to walk away from Tom, dropping the letters on his desk. Tom then quickly grabbed his clothes and put them away in his bottom drawer of his desk. He grabbed the stack of letters and started typing them up. While he was typing he kept thinking about what Amy said about his balls and how they can't hurt that bad. How would she even know? She doesn't have them and they do hurt when handled by two man hating bitches, he thought. Tom was starting rethink this job, but he couldn't leave or they'd pop his nuts. There was no way out.

Just then the front door opened and a beautiful woman walked in. "Hello, my name is Cindy Breaker; I am here to see Marla Maxford.” Tom really felt like he was worthless now as he was sitting there in nothing but briefs showing anyone who came in just where to hit him but luckily he was behind the desk so he only looked shirtless, but he knew what he was wearing.

"Sure, Ms. Breaker. I will let her know you are here,” Tom replied with what little dignity he had left.

"Thank you,” Cindy giggled out while taking a seat.

Tom picked up the phone and pressed 1 for Marla's office. -Beep- "Ms. Marla, I have a Ms. Cindy Breaker here to see you.”

Marla heard Tom’s voice through her speaker phone. She couldn't believe that this customer actually came here to the office. Ms. Breaker was one of the worst customers Over E Industries has; she was always pissed off at something. The clothes were too small or too tight, wrong color, didn't matter, she would find anything to pick apart. She could only imagine what she was here to complain about now. Normally she just calls in; Marla knew that this couldn't be good.

"Tom, walk her in her my office please,” Marla advised Tom while she thought up an idea to keep the customer happy. Tom knew he had to do what he was told but now this was going to be so embarrassing.

"Ms. Breaker, if you follow me, I will take you to Ms. Marla Maxford,” Tom said as he got up from his chair.

As Cindy got up from her chair and saw beyond the desk what Tom had on, Cindy started getting wet. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. Could it be, this man is actually wearing an indicator telling me where to inflict pain on his young smooth body, she thought.

"Uh, Please let me walk in front of you, I would like Marla to see me first when we walk in,” Cindy asked Tom.

"Not a problem. After you." Tom replied stepping to the side to let her pass. Cindy walked only an inch away from Tom with her fist locked hoping to get that fist right on target. With every step to her office, Tom saw her fist flying closer to his balls, so he started slowing down his steps. They both approached her office, Tom leaned off and over to the side of Cindy to open Marla's door.

"Ms. Marla, Ms. Cindy Breaker,” Tom introduced the two.

"Please have a seat, Cindy,” Marla offered the chair in front of her desk. As Tom started to exit the room, he was stopped by Marla.

"Uh, Tom, Please stay,” Marla professionally ordered him. Tom was now freaking out, he just wanted to go sit back down and hide his manhood from these women. Tom stayed though, with one hand over the other in front of his nuts, like he was at a ceremony.

"Now, Ms. Breaker, what brings you here today?" Marla asked her worried that she would lose a sale.

"I just bought a shirt off your new line, "Pink Over Blue" and I have to say I am very unhappy. The picture in the catalog looks nothing like the shirt I received in the mail,” Cindy complained.

"I am truly sorry. I will send you the correct one, let me pull your order from the computer,” Marla said, trying to please Cindy.

"Ok, I see the problem; for some reason the system saw that shirt as last year’s style. I will have the correct one shipped to you tomorrow,” Marla said, apologetic to Ms. Breaker.

"Good and I would like a full refund as well," Cindy demanded. Marla was getting very pissed but couldn't loose her cool. She needed Tom's balls in her hand but he was by the door, Marla thought if Cindy was pissed off she’d have to keep her happy.

"I will tell you what Cindy, how about I let you keep the shirt you received in the mail. on us, and we will ship out the shirt as if it was a 2 for 1 deal. This way it all works out, ok?"

Cindy wasn’t pleased "No, I am not happy with that at all,” That is when Marla offered all the company had left...

"Our balls, how about that, I will let you have five minutes alone with our balls.”

Tom’s face dropped. He started shaking; he could tell this woman was pissed and all he needed now was for this angry bitch going to town on his balls.

"Deal!" she happily replied.

Tom knew what was next as Marla directed him, "Tom, come here please and stand against the wall so that Ms. Breaker could have five minutes with -"

Cindy interrupted her. "No, no, I don't kick balls.” Tom was slightly relieved to hear that’ maybe this woman had a heart.

"I like to squeeze them and smash them with my hands, Come here, Tom, let me at those balls,” she said with an evil grin on her face. Tom proceeded to walk over to her. Right when he was within arms length from her, she reached out and grabbed his balls so tight that he let out a loud yelp.

"AYE!", Tom's head flew back as Cindy held his balls like a death vise. The grip was intense; he thought they were going to pop for sure. Cindy pulled Tom closer to her, working her hand in through the Y flap on the front of his briefs. Tom felt her pulling his balls to her; the pain was going up to his stomach; he was breathing heavily. Cindy finally got a hold of his manhood through his briefs. She was rolling his balls back and forth in the palm of her hand. They were smashing into each other, over and over again. Tom’s knees were buckling he could barely stand up.

Cindy was having way too much fun and had a cynical smile on her face. "You know what, you should never put a pair of balls near a woman,” Cindy said as she started laughing as she grabbed, twisted and pulled on his mangled nuts.

"You know this reminds me of the time my son came home from the army and I walked in on him wanking off in his room, Granted he hadn't had sex with a woman in over nine months, but you don't do that in my house. So I took him by the balls and dragged him down the stairs to the door and told him to get the hell out!" Cindy illustrated to Marla and Tom, laughing at the rest.

"Oh, I never saw him make those faces before in his life and the best part was when he was lying on the lawn grabbing his balls. Haha. Fallen Soldier! Haha!" Cindy finished her story while looking at Tom’s face. She was watching the different expressions his face made with every turn and squeeze and pull. She was loving every minute. Marla was pleased that she made the customer happy but pissed at the fact that she had to give this bitch her nuts to play with.

"OOOOOOOH, Enough, Please, UGH...AHHHHH!" Tom screamed out as Cindy had locked onto both orbs with the tightest grip known to man. It was like having both of your nuts stuck between two cinder blocks.

"Ok, Ms. Breaker, Your five minutes are up,” Marla told Cindy with a firm tone. Marla wanted her to stop just as much as Tom, because only she was allowed to make Tom squeal like that.

"Oh, okay, a deal is a deal,” and with that Tom took a deep breathe as he was feeling the pressure release from his balls and stood somewhat bent over with his hands on his arched knees trying to get over the pain. His eyes were shut and his head was down so he couldn't even see what was about to happen. SLAM!

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, Noooooo!” Tom cried out as Cindy drove her fist right into the bull’s-eye on his uniform. Tom went from bent over to rolling on the floor trying to find his balls and cup them to keep them away from the enemy.

"Well it was a pleasure doing business with you Ms. Maxford,” Cindy said to Marla shaking her hand and proceeded to walk out.

Marla walked over and stood over Tom’s limp body and looked down to him and asked him "Who hurts your balls more, Cindy or I? Hmmmm?"

Again Tom was down for the count but he knew he had to answer. "You." Tom got out in a short breathe. Tom removed his hands from his balls as he somehow felt safe with Marla in the room especially knowing that Ms. Breaker had left.

"You, Who?" Marla said as she looked down at Tom.

“You, Muh - Ms. Mar - uh - uh oooo La…" Tom tried to get out. Marla was pleased enough with that answer.

"Good to know. I can not believe that bitch went after my nuts like that. I know I offered them but come on, those are mine!" Marla was heated. "Anyway, let me see here,” Marla took the waistband of the briefs and slowly removed it downward to see if his nuts were badly bruised. She didn’t have a good grip on his underwear as right about when they were over his nuts she lost the band and it fell down onto his sore red balls. SNAP!

"OO- UH- OH, Ahh Ahh... God!" Tom cried out, praying for it to just end. Hoping that it was 5pm, but it wasn’t even lunchtime.

Marla just laughed at him. "That was my fault. They should really make better underwear for men,” she said as she started taking off his uniform, throwing the briefs to the side of the room.

"Wow, she did a number on these... Let me get some ice. I will be right back, Now don't go anywhere.... haha, haha, Yeah , right, where you gonna go. ‘Sigh’ You men are such wimps.” Marla headed off to the break room. Tom just laid there on the floor hearing the word wimp fly around his head. That was the second time he heard that today after being hit in his balls. Women are just so superior to men now. He felt it; he knew he had been defeated.

A minute later, Tom was still on the floor naked and in pain when he heard Amy come out of her office and she was getting closer

"Hey, Marla... Oh, Tom? Looks like Marla had some fun with those nuts, huh? Don't mind if I do,” Amy smiled as she was getting ready to stomp on his bruised balls. "Now what was that Marla was telling me? Take a man by the ankles this way; they have no control.” Amy bent down to Tom’s ankles and lifted his legs up and drove her foot right onto his sore damaged balls.

"AHHHHHHH, Oh, Oh Amy, no, please stop!" Tom pleaded.

"Now, now Tom, remember you have no say in how your nuts are treated around here... You are nothing!" Amy said to Tom while smushing her foot right into Tom’s nuts like she was putting out a cigarette, her foot went from side to side on his already aching balls. Then she started slamming her foot into his nuts and counting the stomps while holding his ankles firmly.

She counted "One!" STOMP!

Tom cried out "UGH!"

"Two!" STOMP!

"OOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

"Three!" STOMP!

"AHHHHHHHHH NOOOOOO!" Tom screamed out with tears in his eyes.

Amy looked down and saw this broken man under her with every stomp. She was so wet and so aroused she released his ankles and his legs fell to the floor. She used the pointy black heels she was wearing and kicked his inner thigh to spread his legs. Without any hesitation she kicked Tom right in the balls.

"AHHHH – I!" Tom’s voice climbed an octave as Amy's pointed shoe nailed his left testicle. She moved her foot back off his nut and lightly stepped on his weak babymakers. The pressure in his nuts was so unbearable; his balls were on fire with pain shooting up past his stomach. Tom finally just passed out, leaving Amy to return to her office to finish her paperwork.

Tom awoke and was lying on the floor in pitch darkness. He knew he was at the office still but didn’t know where in the office he was. He felt his hands and ankles were tied to something but he couldn’t tell what. He tried to move his wrists but no luck. He couldn't move his legs either. There he was so vulnerable. Tied down spread eagle in the work place. He had no clue what time it was or what was going on, all he remembered was walking Cindy Breaker into Marla's office. Tom lifted his head to look down at his balls and saw a white band around his nuts. His balls were very sore still; who knows what happened to him while he was passed out. Now the only thing he could do was wait. About 15 minutes later the door to the room he was in opened and the light from the other room shone through. Then he heard the light switch click and the lights came on and he saw that he was in the conference room. They had tied him to the conference room table.

"How are we, Tom?" Amy asked him.

"I guess good. What happened to me?" Tom asked nervously.

"Don't worry about it. You are all right, aren't you?" she asked him, brushing his worries away.

"Why am I tied here, did I do something wrong?" Tom questioned.

"No, not at all. Marla and I just felt it would be better if you rested those nuts. So how do they feel?" Not that Amy cared but in the work place you should have some decency.

"They are really sore. What is that white band, Ms. Amy?” Tom looked at her hoping she would tell him the truth.

"Oh, that. We were just having some fun with our balls. Hehe, they look so funny like that,” Amy laughed at the sight of Tom’s balls tied off by this tight white rubber band keeping his balls at the bottom of his sac.

Just then Marla walked in. "Tom, I brought you ice before and you were fast asleep. It's okay, while you were dreaming I kept your balls iced. How do they feel?" she asked him.

Again he told the women how they felt - hoping that that was the end for today. "Really, really sore, Ms. Marla, what time is it? How long have I been out?" Tom worried with that question but was more excited when heard the answer.

"4:00pm, buddy boy. Today flew by. Listen, you did such a great job handling Ms. Breaker that I have decided to have you handle all the problem customers,” Marla happily declared.

Tom was really not feeling that but accepted it. "Thank you Ms. Marla, I won't let you down."

"Ok, Ok let’s get you off this table. But first let's take the band off,” Marla said to Tom while he looked at Amy as he was more worried about her then he was about Marla. Amy walked around the back of the table and started undoing his wrists while Marla stood over him looking at the ball band.

"Ok, ready" Marla asked Tom.

"Ready for... OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Tom let out a giant scream as Marla threw her fist into his perfectly tied off balls with such force pushing them into each other due to the tight band that held his nuts in place. One nut at a time re-entered his man sac. The band fell off his ball bag and at this time Amy had freed his wrist and his hands went flying towards his balls to protect them from any more pain.

"Now that is what I like to see - a man grasping his nuts because a woman racked him good. I mean come on Tom, face facts here boy, if you have balls you are just a wimp. Men are worthless,” Marla explained to Tom.

Amy followed up with a question. "Tom, who is stronger, women or men?" Amy was dying for his answer. Tom was hesitant and knew that he wanted to say a man was more powerful but he knew they would rip his nuts off if he even tried it.

"Women are stronger then men; men are powerless and women are superior,” Tom answered the women.

"Good boy, Tom," Marla said as she moved his hands away from his damaged nuts and lightly slapped them twice.

"Well, I say we head out for today, we had a rather productive day, No?" Marla looked at Amy while fondling Tom's bruised balls.

"Yeah, sounds good. I am ready to go. I'll grab my car keys, Marla and we will head home.” Tom realized that Amy drove them this morning. For Tom at least the day was over now and he could go home and relax his nuts.

"Ready, Mar!" Amy shouted out.

"Tom, be a doll and lock up." Marla looked at Tom and gave his balls a tremendous squeeze harder than Ms. Breakers grip...

”Uh - Ye-ah Ms. Marla, Please... I --- I -- I will... Uh AHHH!" Tom stuttered in pain. Marla’s grip was so tight that his right nut slipped out of her hand and Tom’s left nut was taking the full impact. Tom was trying to sit up to relieve this pain, his hands were on top of hers trying to break her free from his one nut.

“Please don't pop it," Tom squeaked out.

With her grip still firm on his nut, Marla replied, "Oh, you’re no fun!", released his nut and made a fist with her other hand which she brought flying down on his bare sore balls, trapping them between her fist and the conference room table. She watched her fist bounce off his balls and left the room.

"Good Night Tom!" Marla yelled to him on her way out of the room.

Tom just stayed there gasping for air, holding on to his nuts, which he saw had swelled three times their normal size. Naked and out of breath, Tom just stayed there till he was able to get off the table and leave. Unlucky for him there were still three more days in the week.

Room Service

By crazykid

It was already 9 PM and time for me to get some rest. I had been driving for the past 6 hours and needed a rest for the night. I was going alone to Colorado to visit my aunts. I quickly made an exit out of the freeway and found a flashing Days Inn hotel near the corner of exit #204. I quickly parked the car and went inside.

Without any hassle, the manager gave me a room key and took my credit card down. I quickly got to the elevator and waited for it. As the elevator doors swung open, I saw a huge muscular man holding his testicles.

"Are you okay?" I asked nicely.

"Yes I will be fine," he replied and limped out of the elevator. I shrugged and just went up and into my room. I quickly changed clothes and hit the bed at 9:30. Suddenly a huge knock on the door woke me back up at 10 PM.

"WHO IS IT?" I yelled out.

"Room service!" yelled back a lady's voice.

"No thanks, I just got here. Come back tomorrow," I quickly replied and pulled the blanket back up to my face.

Another huge knock on the door almost threw me out of my bed. I did not even say anything as I quietly went to the door and opened it. A young sexy woman stood there, crying.

"What's the matter?" I asked. "Why are you crying?"

She replied with a sobbing voice, "You yelled at me. I just wanted to clean your room since I am leaving tomorrow.”

I quickly got interested in what she was saying. She talked about how her husband was the manager of the hotel and how he had fired her and asked her to leave. I had invited her into the room and gotten her a cup of water. As she talked and talked, I noticed she was wearing some tight black shorts with a black see-through dress and long pointy heels to match. I thought it was very odd for a room service lady to dress like this. Something she said suddenly caught my attention.

"I wish I can kick his balls so hard, another tongue grows out of his mouth," she said with anger. The way she said this made my penis hard. I thought now would be a great chance to get a free kick in the balls, yet I did not want to interrupt her. As I stood there on one corner of the bed, she had sat down with her thighs in my lap. As we talked and talked more, she grew closer and closer to me. I could not take it any longer and finally took my shot and spoke to her.

"I doubt if you could really hurt your husband," I said sounding like a jerk. "You don't really look like the type who would do anything.”

That grew her into rage as she asked me why I said that. I told her she would not know how to handle any physical situation and even attempted to slap her to prove to her she was stable and weak. I got up and motivated her to do something by telling her that "she should just leave if she is all talk.” Surprisingly, she started to sniff and her face was red. I thought she was going to cry. She pushed me against the wall and came close to me. Her breasts locked my body to the wall and she breathed into my face.

"You know what I think?" she asked me. What I said after that, I will always regret for the rest of my life. I loved the fetish of ballbusting and seeing guys get kicked in the groin on TV and the Internet. Occasionally I would get busted at school and at work, but this moment I will remember for the rest of my life.

I quietly asked "What?”

A knee shot up so fast into my balls I was lifted up by a heavy force. My head almost hit the ceiling. She had her hand across my face to stop me from screaming so loud. Her knee came down after a whole 10 seconds. As her knee went down, I dropped to the floor quickly holding my balls. I had tears from my eyes racing down my cheeks rapidly. She stood there with her hands to her hips and then crossed her arms together and giggled. She then kicked me in the face while I was down and moved the heel of her shoes down to my crotch-point. I begged her to stop and grabbed onto her leg. Before I could force her leg off, she pushed with her heel with such a great force I let out another scream. This time she did not have her hands across my face so my scream echoed all throughout the walls of the hotel room. After that all I could remember was her continuously kicking me in the nuts over and over again while I was down at the ground, screaming again and again after every kick. It did not take me long to faint.

That morning a telephone ring woke me up. I laid there in my bed thinking if it was a dream or a nightmare, if it was real or just another fantasy. I felt very tired and slowly got up to separate the curtains. The sun beamed down on my face as I changed clothes and got ready to continue my journey. I had forgotten to answer the telephone and quickly got all my things ready and went to the elevator. As the elevator door swung open, THE SAME LADY stood there with a huge tray.

"Room Service!" she yelled at me, smiling. "Going down?”

I was a little afraid but I went inside the elevator, thinking she would eventually get out. The door shut and the whole time we were in the elevator I stared at her, anxious to say something. Before I could eventually open my mouth she started to speak.

"Today is my last day here, like I said last night. It was great fun kicking you and kneeing you and you somehow fell asleep. I hope you don't hate me, but I really wanted to take my aggression off. I hope now you do not think I am all talk. By the way, wear a cup next time.”

I was startled by what she said. I replied back calming myself, "I don't know what you are talking about.”

She replied back with a huge grin on her face and said her last words. "Oh come on, are you really going to deny the damage I did to you?” As she left the elevator she pushed her tray out and without looking back at me, lifted her legs back and kicked me square in the groin with the same high heels as last night. I reacted the same and fell to the floor as she got out and the elevator door closed in my face. After a while I got up and pushed the button to go back down. As I reached the bottom floor, I walked quickly out of the elevator, paid the manager and left the hotel, limping.

STORY

By Chris

I am only 18, and I and my girlfriend have been sexually active now for about a year. She is a very pretty girl who is skinny and especially large tits for her size; I can’t even fit my hand around them. I am average build and very athletic. So we are also very into ball busting. Some of the things we do include wrestle naked and no body parts are off limits. She always wins, usually by crushing my balls with her hands until I give up, or sometimes she'll finish me with a hard kick, knee, punch, or my favorite she'll bite my balls hard. She also often surprises me with surprise blows or grabs to my balls just for fun.

Well one day we had a bit of a fight about me checking out another girl, but I would never cheat, and she saw me. She yelled and said that my balls belong to her, but I thought there is no harm in looking so we disagreed. Eventually we decided to wrestle for it completely naked, and the first person to give up is wrong. I agreed so we went to her house and undressed, (we had four hours before her parents came home). I immediately got a hard on when she took of her bra and her tits came bouncing out.

She said "Don’t get too excited, ill make that shrimp dick limp in no time" She also likes to humiliate my six inch penis, also she thinks it’s average it’s just a turn on for us. Then after we were completely naked she said, "On the count of three...1...2.....3" and she came right at me jumping so her tits bounced and I got distracted. She then tripped me over her foot so I fell on my stomach. She then got down and grabbed my balls from behind before I could do anything and pulled harder then she ever had. I thought she was going to rip them off and I was in so much pain that I gave in but she said, "Oh no way baby you need to learn a lesson" Eventually she let go and gave me 10 minutes to recover while she watched TV.

I finally got up and yelled "What the hell? I gave up and that really killed"

She said "I'm sorry, how about you come over here and just play with my tits" So I went over and started massaging them until I got another hard on and she played with it lightly and then yelled, "Oh shit my dad’s home!"

I immediately turned around to see if I saw his car out the window but nothings there. But this was only to distract me. She took a step back and then as hard as she could she kicked me in the balls from behind. I immediately fell and started to cry while clutching my balls and she said, "Still hard now limp dick?" then she pried my hands away and grabbed my balls and squeezed until I actually passed out.

When I came to I was tied up on the pull up bar and I saw her and her friend talking in the other room, my girlfriend was still naked but her friend, who was possibly the hottest girl in the school was still dressed. Both of them came over laughing and her friend flicked me dick and said, "Is that all you've had to work with? My boyfriends is at least in inch longer and wider then that." My girlfriend just laughed. Then my girlfriend’s friend said, "Let’s tease him a bit" and she started undressing. I wasn’t about to complain seeing as this girl was amazing and had tits almost as big as my girlfriends. I immediately got hard and the two girls started to laugh.

Then my girlfriend said, "How dare you enjoy this!" and she bent down and started biting my balls hard. I screamed and her friend laughed.

She eventually let go and her friend said "Can I have a go at of his balls?" and my girlfriend nodded. She then took a step back and kicked me as hard as she could once...twice... three times and I started crying in pain. She then said, "I thought boys were supposed to be tough, what’s up now bitch?" and she grabbed my balls so hard I thought they would explode. I eventually passed out and when I came too I was at my house in my room naked.

As it turned out one of her friends had played a joke on her telling her that I had cheated on her with the girl I stared at and I got screwed for it. In the end she apologized and skipped school with me to just screw and be naked with me all day, and she said that she would agree to anything I wanted. In the end I fucked her four times, two blowjobs, a hand job. I also make her suck on my balls for a full half hour, and let me play with her tits for another half hour. I then got to titty fuck her, and we did have some ball busting fun. She did say that this was a rare occurrence but it may be able to happen again sometime, and all in all I think it was worth it.

Man for Rent

by Charleyhorse, also sometimes known as Domaine.

This story is 100% True, please let me know if you all would like me to make the effort to finish putting it to paper so to speak.

She is lithe, 5’4” an extraordinary woman and athlete. My former high school sweetheart and first love for many years after, 32 now in her prime as woman. She has light brown almost blond hair and gray eyes with a catlike yellow ring in them. When we are around each other we still flirt as young lovers but our stars are always crossed. We do still have a special bond, she was my first steady ballbuster and boy is she good at it.

We discovered it purely innocently while wresting about in High School. She went for the balls, got me and I submitted. This ended up becoming the bases for much joyful foreplay over the years while we were together.

Skip to now...she called me the previous week. She needed to install some Yoga rings in her apartment in the wall and ceiling. I came over and after a little chit chat and tea I got to work. Once finished she was real happy after trying them out and knowing a pro had tapped them into stud and joist. She was not going to land on her head anytime soon as the last guy that had put them in managed to tap into lathe on four out of eight points. Anyway she had to get to work but said she wanted to make me lunch and hang out maybe smoke some weed to repay me. She asked if I could come by in the afternoon the next day. No sweat I said, self employed is wonderful. I was not expecting anything other than what was mentioned, good company, home made lunch and a little smoke.

I got there and she was looking incredible in her midriff showing tee and tight ass fitting sweats rolled down so her thong straps showed fully. She was glistening with sweat from working out. She had moved all the furniture in her living room to the walls. She came to kiss me hello and I was immediately overwhelmed by her sweet scent and our chemistry. Cut to several weeks before......

I must make this known; I was by this time married to another extraordinary woman. Also a ballbuster but a real sadist. Noreen and my wife had become great friends and we all lived in the same building complex. The reason why my wife was not jealous of her was that an arrangement had been come to one night a ways back when Noreen was at our apartment.

We were all sitting on the couch just goofing around, I was between them and a little brawl started between my wife and me. Noreen jumped in on her side and before we knew it we were all on the floor in a full fledged brawl. Me verses them.....I lost big, but I won huge. My wife landed a perfect, real hard, ball smashing top of the foot barefoot kick on me while Noreen had me in a nelson and my legs were flapping open......My wife then pulled my shirt off and the threesome began. The two of them mauled me and each other, most of it is rather blurred, images of pussies, asses and tits smothering my face, balls being squeezed while I serviced one or the other. I could always tell who was touching me though but believe it or not it got to the point that I could not tell whose ass I was licking or whose pussy was fucking my cock. My climax was reserved for Noreen; my wife was retarded by this point and lying on the floor content and flush. Noreen and I were going at it hot and doggie style, she had me by the balls and was alternately squeezing hard and pulling my balls to achieve the effect of building serious tension inside me but making it so that I could not cum. She was a master at this...wow. As she came she gave a hard yank down and released my nuts.....oh my god this delayed my orgasm by several moments but when I came I came so hard and long that I almost passed out. As a matter of fact, I passed out only aware that I could hear my wife masturbating on the floor next to us. I looked over and saw her moaning and cuming, I must have passed out then.....

I remember waking up and thinking about water only. I was propped on pillows and covered in a blanket, I felt oh so good, so thirsty too. I got up off the floor and as I went to the kitchen I heard giggling coming from the bathroom and could see a stab of light coming from the partially open door. I grabbed a big bottle of water and headed towards the laughter. I opened the door, and there they were having just showered together? Without ME? They brushed past me covered in towels and went to the bedroom and slammed the door, no way was I going to let this happen. I went to open the bedroom door but it was locked! They both told me to go away for a minute. They will be out, just wait.

Ok I thought, so I too showered quickly, thinking like the dog that I am of good things to cum! Time to point out that my wife at this time was a closet Goth girl and had a very sadistic streak in her. While in the shower I heard more laughter and now the sound of heals clicking on the hardwood floors amidst girlish giggling. I will also point out at this time that Noreen bares a very strong resemblance to Avril Levigne facially. Same body type too, a feminine Tomboy. My then wife you have seen before in the picture of the “schoolgirl” sitting on the guy’s face squeezing my balls and obviously enjoying it. Her face is blurred out. Scott has it on his site though I have asked him to remove it before or provide a free link to it that works, we never intended anyone to charge for that and several others that we floated out there for free.

Anyway this story gets better in terms of ballbusting. It is all true too; shall I make the effort to write up the rest?

Shelley and the School Bully

By change

Hey. This is my first attempt at a story, apart from one back on the original forums, but that was lame and true. I have no idea what I'm doing, but I thought I'd give it a shot. It's got a long intro, which I personally usually hate, but I hope you all enjoy it, and I'd appreciate honest feedback! I've never tried this before... so be nice :)

At Dean Farrell's school, it was the last day before they closed for the summer break. All of the students were getting a little overexcited, and even the teachers were having some fun. The sweltering heat of the day was driving everyone that little bit wilder. But now that lunch break was over and the school was settling in to the final hour of lessons, there was an eerie sense of calm over everyone.

General Studies. Dean's favorite lesson. Such a pointless subject, it was a wonder that anyone ever actually turned up. But as a self-appointed class clown, Dean was in his element here. Apart from the few brief lectures about drugs, choosing the right university, or addressing social dilemmas, he was given free silence to mess around and make the class roar with laughter. He had a callous sense of humor, often inflicted upon the poor, slightly dense Miss Campbell. Light hearted, but still slightly weary, she would often leave the students alone with an activity, while she would escape from the chaos to go and chat with her friends in the staff room.

This lesson was basically no different. They had no time to watch a video by now, and they weren't allowed to leave early. So Miss Campbell gave a token lesson about the law structure, handing out a few work sheets before wandering off to indulge in the last cup of coffee for the year with her buddy, Mr. Bannister.

Most of the class was just chatting and planning their upcoming holiday. But Shelley Buckley was diligently completing the exercise given to her. One of the few people in the room not to have converted their sheet into a missile, and by far, the only one who could be bothered to do it. An extremely attractive girl in her own right, but intelligence is often the great anti-aphrodisiac for 19 year old boys. She didn't bother much with her appearance, but she exuded a true beauty that actually caused a few of the jocks - such as Dean - to make advances at her.

They knew in their hearts that their advances were only partially sarcastic. Few men could resist her sharp, piercing blue eyes, contrasted intensely by the flowing mane of pitch black hair. She had a classic beauty in her features, the type so pure that there was no need to augment it with lipstick or foundation. Her body was slender and athletic, a side product of the ballet training she was forced into for much of her childhood. But her unflattering choices in clothing disguised her form, almost camouflaging her firm, ample breasts and wide, feminine hips.

But she was so often overlooked, as she focused so intensely on her work. She didn't have many close friends, but she was fairly well liked, due to her gentle, friendly nature. She was much happier at home, where she would spend the odd few hours between studying watching videos. She had a great collection of films, Bruce Lee, Jean-Claude Van Damme, Arnold Schwarzenegger, Steven Seagal. The classics. It was an outlet for the aggression that she kept so well disguised, most of the time.

But back in the classroom, Dean was getting bored.

"Hey Shell," Dean shouted suddenly, grasping her attention and snatching her away from her work. She glanced sweetly over at him as he continued. "Why don't you put that pencil down, and come over here and play with mine?"

The students all tittered, but she kept a poker face. Secretly, she nearly laughed hardest of all.

"Shit, is he serious? He sounds like something out of a tacky 80's high-school movie?" she thought to herself. How she hated it when he did this to her, though. She didn't see herself as beautiful. She was far too absorbed by her pastimes to know that. It hurt when they made comments like these. Bastard.

"I'll probably never see you again, Shelley. Do you want to go out to the supply cupboard and..." he made some ridiculous suggestive noise that put the whole class into hysterics. But Shelley wasn't amused.

"You prick. Why don't you just fuck off! Stop doing this to me!" she was thinking, but she would never bring herself to say it. How she wished she could! But it would only humiliate her.

It made no difference that this was probably the last time that they would cross paths. The years had taken their toll on her. She had no idea that he was doing this because he really liked her. And the truth was she would make a much better girlfriend than any of those shallow sluts that he was normally seen with. If only she could get her mind off her work for long enough to see it...

"Come on Shell! I'll give you a send off you'll never forget!" he said, grinning that hyena-like grin of his. But this was too much for her. She slammed her pencil down and ran off, in tears. The classroom sniggered, not so much in malicious delight, but more to avoid receiving the wrath of Dean next. He smiled, but it was tainted by regret. He liked her a lot, that's why he made fun of her. He didn't want to see her get upset.

She was out of here. She couldn't bear to hang around for another second. School was out soon anyway, so fuck them all.

"Does he think it's funny?" She thought, sobbing quietly as she walked home. "No guy could ever like me, so he has to point that out to me? Why! Why is he such a horrible person!"

Again, the fact that she had just left that school forever made little difference to her. She would probably go to a great college somewhere else in the country and never see him again. She was furious. The last few years had worn her down so much, she felt like just going to bed and crying herself to sleep.

Nobody was home. Her parents were away for a couple of weeks, and knowing how responsible she was, they left her alone to look after the place. She slumped down onto her sofa and wiped the tears from her eyes. Still in her school uniform of a white shirt, black tie, and a modest skirt (short, but much longer than the belt/skirt hybrids that some girls wore) she had no intention to undress.

Wearily reaching over to the remote control, she clicked on Steven Seagal's Under Siege, already placed in her VCR. Drifting off, she found that she had fallen asleep, and was awakened by a knock at the door. Gunfire and explosions roared from the television, and she realized that this was near the end. So, she turned the TV off and forced herself up as she went to the door. "It's probably Hannah asking me if I wanna go out drinking with her again... no thanks..."

But when she opened the door, she looked out with bleary eyes to see that it was Dean Farrell. She wondered if this was a dream. Why would he ever turn up at her house?

Prior after-school pranks had told him where she lived. He had obviously thought about what he was going to say.

"Shelley... may I come in?" He kinda forced himself in, closing the door behind him. This was it... he was finally going to go for it. She was too tired and confused to resist, but when he was finally in, she began to feel threatened.

"I was thinking about how I made you cry earlier," he was being genuine, but he still said it with his almost semi-permanent grin - needless to say, Shelley would misread that "and I just... well, you're real... I think you're really beautiful, errm..."

He was stumbling over his words, out of pure nervousness. But they stung her sharply, bringing back dreadful memories of what he had put her through. Offended, she lashed out with a slap around his face. Unprepared, he brought his arm up to block, and instead struck her in the left breast. She fell to the floor in agony, clutching her stinging injury.

"Oh my God Shelley, I'm so sorry..." he said, leaning over to help her up. He had made one fatal mistake though - he chuckled slightly. To him, it was just a nervous reaction, but to her, it said so much more. As he was leaning over her, nervous thoughts went through her mind.

"Oh no... what's he doing? Is he going to try to rape... shit! SHIT!" she thought. No, not this time. She'd taken this for too long; it was time to fight back. As he smirking leaned over her, she swung a tightly clenched fist directly up between his legs, with all of the force she could manage. She could feel that she had hit him directly in the balls, and he yelped as he realized what she had done.

He moaned as he slumped backwards against the front door, but managed to stay on his feet. The pain was intense, and he had both hands clasped over his aching package. "Oh, you bitch..."

Shelley froze as she realized the reality of what was happening. This man was in her home, and she was alone. The neighbors were too far away from her detached house to hear her cries. But she had told him that she wasn't going to take anything lying down. She straightened her back as she looked at Dean, still clearly hurting. Rage over came him as he lifted his right arm up high, looking as if he was going to strike her. It was a bluff, a typical Dean maneuver. He could never hit Shelley. But she didn't know that. Panic overcame her again, and she decided she had to take action. Her right hand shot with deadly accuracy onto his crotch, and she caught both of his already aching nuts in a firm grasp.

"Back the fuck off Dean!!" she shouted - God... I actually said it, she thought. After all these years, she was standing up for herself. She wasn't holding his balls tightly enough to hurt him, but it wasn't pleasant for him.

She's crazy! Dean thought. So he did the most sensible thing he thought he could do. He slapped her round the face.

That was all it took to push her into a frenzy. She was already agitated enough, but this attack told her that he wasn't fooling around. So with bitter determination, she squeezed his balls tightly. He yelped and slapped her again - big mistake. She squeezed harder still, and began to twist. Dean yelled and fell to his knees, unable to form any words to deter her. She pulled his nuts sharply once, and then continued to apply her vice grip on him.

Dean was in agony. He was already sore from the punch, but the punishment she was applying now was unbearable. He could do nothing but slump down onto his back, while she maneuvered herself on top of his firm, muscular body. She was still squeezing hard enough to paralyze her attacker, and when he began to speak, she slapped her free hand over his mouth.

"I don't want to hear it, you fucking prick," she whispered calmly. "You've made my life hell these last years. Now you're going to pay for it. You come into my home while I'm alone and you attack me?" She intensified her grip, and his eyes widened in pain as his cries were muffled by her hand, "well I'm going to make you feel what I've been feeling for the last few years, you son of a bitch."

She casually removed a sock with one hand, never releasing her grip on his testicles. She had been holding him like this for almost a minute now, and he was becoming delirious with the pain. She finally let go of his balls, but he was in too much pain to move. She removed her other sock, and calmly placed as much as she could of the sweaty clothing into his trembling mouth. Using the other long, knee length sock, she firmly tied it around his head, gagging him completely. She could never hear his protests now, but he was still unable to fight back.

Flipping him over, she removed her tie and forced his hands away from his agonized groin. Firmly tying both hands behind his back, she flipped him over again.

Now she had him. He couldn’t scream, and he couldn’t fight back.

“What… what the hell am I doing?” she thought to herself. She wasn’t thinking much about the consequences beyond this moment. But the memories came flooding back, and her conscience was distracted. She knew what she had to do to this bully.

Kneeling down next to him, he looked up at her with tragic eyes. He only wanted to tell her the truth, but the circumstance had turned things this way. He had never dreamed that she would over power him like this. And he had never dreamed that someone would finally get their revenge for his callous nature.

She nervously clenched her fist and punched his swollen balls, only lightly. He let out a loud “umph” and she giggled slightly. She couldn’t see what she was doing, so she calmly unbuttoned his jeans, unzipped him and pulled his trousers down and off over his limp legs. He winced, but his protests were muffled by the gag. He lay there in his boxer shorts, his ample genitalia on display beneath the loose clothing. She smiled as she timidly hit his balls a little harder, and again, he moaned. Punching a third time, harder still, she was already beginning to gain confidence. Finally, she was able to wind back and whack Dean’s testicles with a stiff blow, causing a satisfying smacking noise, and a faint scream of pain.

Shelley’s beautiful blue eyes widened as she realized the power she now had over him. All the aggression finally had an outlet. And she was going to make this bastard pay. Perching herself over his legs, sitting down on his knees so that he was pinned firmly in place, she punched him again, this time only half strength. She could hear his cries, but she didn’t care. If only he knew how much she had cried over him!

Punching again, a little harder, she followed it up closely with a left hook. And then a right. Back and forth, keeping up the abuse. His nuts exploded with pain every time she made contact – and almost every blow hit both balls square. She lost count of how many times she was punching his sack – giggling with delight as he squirmed with pain; she was no longer restraining herself. Punching over and over again, the little bulging targets visible through loose underwear. Smack! Smack! Smack! How she loved that sound!

Going over to gloat, she stood up, and walked over to his head. Dean was in agony, but he was still able to sneak a peak right up her skirt. Her panties were slightly wet from excitement, and even through the pain in his groin, he managed to gradually build an erection. Shelley caught a glimpse of this, but wasn’t too pleased.

“You bastard! You’re looking up at my… my… you…” She had never understood why a man would look at her this way. So she saw it only as a threat. Walking back over to his legs with determination, she nearly ripped his boxer shorts off as she drew them down and over his feet. Throwing them against the wall, she caught a glimpse of his stiff cock. She was amazed… but still threatened by it all. Was he still going to try to rape her?

Crouching down over him she used her left hand to hold his erection flat up against his body. She touched it gingerly, not quite sure what to expect. But with his penis firmly out of her way, she screamed “Pervert!!!” and punched his sack with all of her might, delivering a fierce blow to his naked balls with her other hand.

He snapped out of his momentary excitement, and screamed at the top of his lungs. But the cries were pathetic, and barely even audible.

He lost most of the erection, but it still remained fairly upright. She was amazed by this. A thought entered her mind. Should she? No… that would be crazy! But… well…

The moment overcame her, and she clasped his cock firmly in her right hand. Not quite sure what to do, she tried rubbing it. Slowly the technique came to her, and she had a mysterious smile on her face as she jerked him off, right there in her own hallway. He regained his erection in no time. He had been secretly fanaticizing about this for years now! Faster and faster she pulled, for only a couple of minutes until he came. She had never seen it before – that thick, white liquid shooting out like that. Luckily it missed her, but it had come back down onto his shirt. As he moaned in ecstasy, she pulled a tissue out of her skirt pocket (a practical alteration she had made herself) and wiped the cum off of Dean’s clothing.

Shelley had lost her virginity. At least, it felt that way to her. And it had all happened so fast. Normally she would never have done something this crazy. But the emotion of the event had driven her almost mad.

Flipping the satisfied jock over onto his belly, she decided that he had had enough pleasure. He tried to rape her!! So as excited moans still emerged from behind his sock-filled mouth, she carefully positioned her bare foot over his nutsack, loosely resting on the carpet below.

She felt a rush of excitement as she forced her foot down onto both balls, reawakening the pain from inside of him. Muffled cries could be heard, but she barely noticed them. She ground his testicles into the floor, exerting much of her weight onto them. The carpet protected them somewhat, but she only forced her foot down harder. She could feel his naked balls squishing and flattening on her bare feet, and she could only let out a loud laugh, in delight of what she was doing to this bastard. His legs were kicking, and his bound arms shaking, but he was defenseless against this feeble little girl. How highly he thought of himself. So good at sports, but this girl was owning him. She felt the same way, but took great pleasure from it.

Finally ending the punishment, she stretched her leg back off his slightly swollen sack, but maliciously unleashed a fierce kick to his loosely hanging balls. He convulsed on the floor, and quietly began to cry.

Turning him over, she saw the tears dripping from his eyes. This punishment had been going on for what felt like an hour to him, but it must have been only a matter of minutes. “Aww, is the big bully getting upset?” She dropped a knee onto his naked groin, her whole weight crashing down on him. “Good! You arrogant…” he was screaming so loud that even while he was gagged, he could no longer hear what she was saying. But then he realized what she was doing now.

I’ve got you by the balls, eh Dean?” Shelley said with delight as she gripped hold of his loosely dangling nuts. They felt warm and strange in her bare hand, but she liked it! She squeezed, tighter and tighter while he squirmed beneath him. She looked so sweet in her white shirt, a skirt and nothing else – but she had put him though hell. Twisting side to side, applying more and more pressure, until her knuckles went white, Dean couldn’t take much more.

Shelley then, taking her initial pose, slumped down over Dean’s legs, and continued the assault. She now used her left hand to grasp the left ball. She had one ball in each of her tiny hands, and she continued the pressure, squeezing harder and harder now, giving each ball the odd twist, to a symphony of muffled cries. Tears were streaming down the bully’s face, and Shelley was getting more and more satisfied by it all, as she was torturing this bastard for all that he had done to her.

Finally, he could take it no more, and drifted into merciful unconsciousness. Shelley squeezed his balls tightly – nothing. She released her grip and gave him a good, hard punch in the sack. Yet he didn’t move. She had worked him over until he passed out.

She went to bed that night and masturbated. The excitement had been far too intense for her, and she orgasmed so fiercely that she feared that SHE might pass out. But she slept well, and awoke to find Dean still unconscious.

She felt terrible. His parents didn’t care, since they assumed that he was off with his friends, again. For the rest of the day, she slowly nursed him, apologizing profusely for what she had done. With her sat next to him sweetly, tending to his swollen and aching balls, he found – against all better judgment – that he was unable to hate this girl. He was so deeply in love with her; he could forgive her for anything. And he knew he deserved it.

Shelley Farrell would often remind Dean about that crazy day, long after they were married. He wasn't at all bitter about it - but he learned to respect people's feelings, and most importantly of all - SHELLEY'S.