Suzy The Lap Dancer vs. Mark The Horny Male

by Suzy

When I was in college, I worked at a local strip joint to put myself through school. We did lap dances, or friction dances, for $20 a song and we didn't take off our bottoms. Talk about the perfect job- I get to tease and play with so many guys cock and balls and they paid me big bucks. I made a minimum of $2000 every weekend night. I always denied them a release unless I liked them and they paid me at least $200. I made a good living at this place and I got to tease lots of guys. In this type of environment guys always get out of hand and we had to kick balls all the time. I have some great stories from this time in my life which I will share at a later date. But right now, I'm going to tell you about one story and change it a little to make my victim be Mark, that asshole that likes to beat women. Here goes…

It was a typical Saturday night at my club with the regulars and a couple of bachelor parties. One of the bachelors was Mark. Everyone at the club knew Mark because he had come in over the years. I never danced for him before his bachelor party but I heard he was a real asshole who thought that he could force a girl to get him off during the first or second song. Whenever he would get out of hand with the other girls, they would scream for the bouncer, John, who always picked up Mark and threw him out after giving him a few good punches. John must have beaten up Mark a zillion times, so I heard. But on this Saturday night John got sick and left early, and we couldn't get another bouncer on such short notice. We girls would have to defend ourselves that night.

The house gave us the typical self defense lesson for lap dancers, which consisted mostly of punches and kicks to a guy's exposed balls. For those of you who have never had a lap dance, during a lap dance the guy will open up his legs while sitting on a chair or couch. I'd get between a guy’s legs and rub my legs and ass and feet all over a guy’s cock and balls. Needless to say, I often gave a little nudge of my knee into a guys balls just to watch with amusement how is eyes bugged out and he stooped breathing, gasping for air as I gently squished his balls with my sexy knee. And if a guy got out of line I always knew that I could squeeze his balls without any difficulty.

Well, Mark wanted me to dance for him. I agreed and went to a private booth with him. As soon as we were out of view, he grabbed my boobs and said, "Hey sexy, I want you to suck my cock since I am getting married tomorrow and you are the last girl except for my wife who will ever suck my cock again." I smiled and pulled his hands off of my chest. I was tempted to just knee him right then and there but I wanted to get his money first.

When he finally sat down, I reached down and grabbed his balls and told him to adjust his cock so that it was resting against his body and pointed towards his stomach. While he did this, I rolled his balls down so that they were resting on the couch between his legs. Then I took my knee and rested it on the tip of his cock while I bent over and whispered in his ear that I loved his real big hard cock. Mark then reached up and squeezed my left breast really hard.

I was shocked and asked why he did that and he looked at me with a mean face and said, "Because I felt like it. Now suck my cock bitch."

I'll suck it all right, I thought to myself. I started rubbing my leg over his cock and then proceeded to move my leg down his cock towards his balls that were resting on the couch. I held my leg in place and started to give Mark a little shit about being so mean to girls when he comes in. This time he bit my nipple which was right in his face.

I let my knee fall hard to the couch, catching his exposed balls and crushing them. Mark screamed, fell off the chair and on to the grounds and grabbed his balls while crying "You fucking bitch, you fucking bitch, you kneed my balls.

Jessica came running over to see what happened and heard Mark calling me a bitch. She then grabbed his hands off of his balls leaving those sensitive balls exposed and unprotected. I reared back and kicked him as hard as I could with my sexy and powerful right leg and he screamed, jerked about and passed out holding his balls.

Then every other girl that Mark had ever abused before lined up to kick his nuts. We tied him up in the back room and every time he came to a different girl would look at him and remind him of the terrible things he did to her and then kick his exposed nuts as hard as she could. With 18 dancers dying to kick his nuts, Mark took a severe beating that night.

Mark ended up in the hospital for three days and almost lost both of his balls. On the 4^th day while he was in the hospital, me and my friend Jill, who worked at the club, waited outside his room until he fell asleep. Once he fell asleep, we went into his room, closed the door, tied him up and gagged him and then woke him up. He watched with such horror as we sat between his legs and told him how we were about to crush his balls so that he would have to have them removed to save his life. And that's exactly what we did. We crushed them so hard that we heard that he lost a ball.

Hey Mark, how do your nuts feel? Happy jerking, jerk off boy.

High School Revenge

by Suzy

Hi guys! Hope you are ready for another true story. But promise me you will do one thing for me- that while you read this true story; you will jerk off for me. Promise?

OK. but before I tell you about this true story from my past, I want to know whether you guys are only interested in ballbusting stories or whether some of my hot sex adventures will be of interest to you. I mean, it will involve a lot of foot sex, hand jobs, oral sex with an emphasis on sucking nuts, very mild ball torture, and dirty talk on the dominant side.

I have a lot of stories from my past to tell you guys but it may be a few days, weeks or even possibly months (although I doubt it) until the next time that I bust a guys balls and can give you guys these stories as they occur in my life. As I told everyone, I am not into going for the balls for the sake of going for the balls. ALL OF MY EXPERIENCES WITH GROIN ATTACKS ARE SELF DEFENSE AGAINST HORNY AGRESSIVE MALES THAT CANNOT HANDLE MY TEASING.

Today, for example, I was with a guy for our second "date" and I went to his house on Biscayne Bay to hang by the pool for the day. I wore a sexy green mini, high heels and my sexiest black thong and proceeded to cocktease Bill for 6.5 hours. We never made it out to his pool. I knew he was horny from our night together last night at the club. I teased him during the slow dances but I was pretty mellow on our fist date. So when I saw his expression as he greeted me at the door, as he looked me over very slowly and adjusted his growing cock in his Speedos, I knew we would never make it to the pool. We went straight to his room. I had him hard, aching and leaking pre cum within 30 minutes by slowly jerking his cock off with my hand and tickling his balls with my fingernails while I talked to him about such things as, "Why do your balls feel so big and bloated?" As I tickled his nuts I asked, "Does this tickle your balls? Do you like when I tickle your balls?"

I tickled his nuts without mercy and then without warning from time to time I would squeeze his balls softly but firmly- just enough to cause minor pain if he already has blue balls. While squeezing his balls I would look into his eyes with a sweet smile and say, "I hope I'm not hurting your balls big guy." Then I would ask him, "What are blue balls?" with an innocent look while I continued jerking him off and tickling his balls and looking into his eyes for his reaction to the slowly developing pain in his balls. The combination of my soft hand rubbing up and down Bill's cock and my perfect fingernails tickling his balls was too much for him to handle. I felt his balls tighten up and knew I had to stop tickling those sensitive nuts or he would cum and ruin my fun- so I stopped, grabbed him hard by the base of his cock and looked him right in the eye and told him that if he came I would rip his balls off, all the while squeezing his bloated nuts and causing some real pain. This stopped him- at least 30 times today within those 6.5 hours. Needless to say, when I left he limped to the door to let me out because his balls ached that bad.

I did not allow Bill the relief of an orgasm. He was able to handle my promise of even greater pleasures tomorrow as long as he does not jerk off and allowed "the load to build". It was not necessary for me to go for Bill's balls because he is smart enough to know he's better off with what I am willing to do for his cock and balls than he would be if he had to play with it himself without erotic visions of me!

Now, do you guys want to hear about me teasing guys like Bill even if I do not go for his balls? I mean, he still is receiving pain from my efforts because I gave him a great case of Blue Balls - my favorite kind of balls. So guys, let me know what gets you going and what you need to jerk off for me.

OK, back to my true story, my high school revenge. This is absolutely true and one of my favorite experiences. In my junior year of high school, I was totally aware of my power over boys. I knew I could tease a guy and make him so horny that his balls would hurt. I knew that I could bring a guy to the brink of orgasm and stop and deny him the relief he needs and make his balls ache with pain. And I knew that when we eventually had sex, my guy would have the experience of a lifetime with me. Guys always told me that after all of my teasing, when they finally came their orgasms were more intense than any other they had experienced. Just as I can make a guy pass out from the pain I can inflict on his balls, I have on occasion made a guy pass out by giving him the most incredible orgasm of his life, which usually meant that he endured plenty of cockteasing, blue balls and pain over several days before he got his much needed relief.

So in September of my junior year in high school I was dating Steven, a guy from around the block. Steven was 18 years old, a senior in high school and the toughest guy in the neighborhood. He was also the best looking - 6'0", lots of muscle, jet black hair and the cutest blue eyes I ever saw. Every girl wanted him - but Steve was mesmerized by my beauty and I really liked Steve.

We went out for about two weeks. During the first week of our relationship, Steve endured a lot of my teasing. I taught him a valuable lesson all boys have to learn: the true meaning of blue balls. But he was a gentleman and he respected my wish to remain a virgin until my wedding day. He also knew that I could satisfy him sexually better than anyone he was with before without letting him put that big cock in me. After enduring a week of just teasing with no relief and the resulting blue balls that had him crying in pain the night I finally gave in. I realized I needed to help Steve before I hurt him too much. I gave him the best blow job he ever had.

Actually, it was a hand job with Vaseline and I sucked and played with his nuts while I jerked him off. I was playfully licking his balls when he came. His cum shot everywhere and was all over the wall behind the bed. His balls went straight up into his stomach when he came. Right before he came I was playfully licking his balls up and down, up and down that sensitive line up a guy's scrotum. He was shaking from the intense pleasure. But when he came, I couldn't find his balls anymore with my tongue - so I used both hands on his big cock to make sure I drained every last drop from those balls that were burning from the pain resulting from such a big load. Steve knew I was the best.

Then, after I allowed him the time to recover, I asked him to take care of me. He refused. I was shocked - I thought he was kidding at first. I didn't know what to do. I thought about going for his balls but I really liked Steve. I thought he was just being a jerk and was trying to get back at me for all of the teasing I gave him. I realized that if this was his intention, I would have to accept it. After all, I could hardly complain about receiving the same tease that I have given to guys countless times.

Steve drove me home and promised that the following weekend he would "lick" me and play with me until I had several orgasms as long as I gave him his needed relief- and he wanted this relief first. I agreed and got out of his car, but not before playing with his cock and balls for 15 minutes and getting him horny for the following week. We made plans to get a hotel room for the next weekend and party and have lots of sex all weekend.

Two days later my best friend Sara pulled me aside at school to tell me the rumor she heard- that Steve was telling all of his buddies that he "popped" my cherry. Sara swore that she heard the rumor the day before but did not tell me until she had confirmation of the rumor- she told me about her proof and I knew the rumor was true. Sara's words caught me completely off guard - I was thinking all day about the wonderful weekend of sex I would have with Steve and I was very horny.

But now I did not know what to do or think. Sara was a real ball buster- she was Leslie's sister, and Leslie was the "queen" of the neighborhood who busted every guy's balls in the neighborhood and taught us invaluable lessons we would need if we were going to be true hardcore blue ball giving cockteasers. Sara knew exactly what I had to do and she told me by taking her open left hand, closing her fingers partially as if she was holding a tennis ball, and using her right hand to make like a scissor cutting off the scrotum above the balls she was holding in her left hand- and then throwing her left hand over her shoulder as if throwing away the testicles.

To be continued… Don't cum until I post the conclusion. HAPPY BLUE BALLS!!!! BUILD THE LOAD FOR PRETTY ME!!

Terrible Ball Kicking Experience

By superball_king

Two weeks ago, two beautiful ladies, Patricia and Christina placed a bet with me. They wore high heeled shoes to kick my balls four times in my house. If I could still stand up after the ball kicking, I could do anything including making love with them. As they were not very tall and strong, about 5'3" and around 100 lbs but I was very strong, about 6' and around 190 lbs. My balls had been kicked by many women; usually bare feet and the ball kickings only caused me a little pain. Therefore, I accepted their bet.

I didn't have any pants or cup protection to protect my balls. They spread my legs in V-shape and tied my feet to two tables, therefore; my feet could not move. They also used pantyhose to tie my hands on the back and the end of the pantyhose to tie my penis. My balls were exposed for kicking. Then they got their high heeled shoes from the shoe boxes. The tips of the high heeled shoes were very hard and very pointed. My balls had not kicked by these types of pointed tip high heeled shoes before. I was afraid that it might cause extreme pain or serious damages if my balls were kicked by these shoes. I told them I wouldn’t play this bet, however; they said it was too late.

Christina kicked my balls first. She stood in front of me and used the pointed tip to touch my balls for measuring the distance and then kicked the pointed tip on the floor. Suddenly, her pointed tip shoes kicked my balls and my both feet jumped a few inches. The very pointed tip kicked in the middle of my balls. The pain was unbearable and I shouted very loudly. I could not stand and my whole body did shake.

Patricia told me she’d give me five minute to recover and then kicked my balls again. I could not move and breathe. After five minutes Christina grasped my hairs to hold me up. Patricia shot her leg up with full force. Her pointed tip high heeled shoes kicked my balls. Both my feet jumped a few inches from the floor. I could not use any words to describe the pain. I only had the feeling let me die. Christina told me I had five more minutes to rest. I shouted and cried very loudly and begged them stopping to kick my balls. They put their pantyhose into my mouth to stop my crying.

They continued to kick my balls using the very pointed tip shoes every five minutes. After the ball kickings, I passed out. I did not know how many hours I lost feeling. After I woke up, I laid on the floor. My hands and feet were untied. The floor had a lot of blood. When I touched my genitals, my hand had blood and I felt very painful. I could not find my balls. The two cruel ladies had ruptured my balls.

After two weeks medical treatment, my balls were still very painful. I wanted to spread my legs very wide to walk to reduce the pain. I could not sleep at night due to the pain. The doctor told me that my balls had serious damages. They needed several months medical treatment and they cannot function properly in the future. My terrible ball kicking experience should give all of you a warning. Do not believe the ball busting movies in Velvet, Spikeystep websites - men can’t accept many, many kicks by the ladies who wear pointed tip shoes. If you let women use their pointed tips of high heeled shoes to kick your balls full force, I’m sure your balls will be ruptured after the ball kicking.

First Times

By Sturgeon

The following scenarios deal with violence of a sexual nature. If reading this sort of thing makes you uncomfortable, I don't think you should.

Jeanine:

The first time I crushed a guy's balls was when I was playing with my older brother. He was thirteen at the time and two years older than me. We were sort of rolling around wrestling...and he used to kill me because he was bigger and stronger. And I was trying to squirm out from under him and I accidentally kneed him in the balls. He rolled onto his side, clutching himself and thrashing, sobbing in a weird way that made him sound like an animal. I was frightened, to tell you the truth. I thought I might have really injured him. He was moaning and gasping so long I asked him if he wanted me to call Mom at work, and he shouted, "No!" So I said, fine, and just walked out of the room. I was still a little worried, but if he didn't want me to call anyone it couldn't be too bad.

I was surprised at how brave he was, though, 'cause the next day he got into another wrestling match with me. The problem was I was worried that I'd do the same thing again, so I played kind of light. And he didn't - AT ALL. He was meaner than ever, and I guessed that he was being so rough ‘cause he wanted to get back at me, or 'cause he thought he showed too much weakness the day before. Anyway, when I say "rough" I mean he was really being a vicious little bastard. He was giving me Charlie horses, yanking my hair, all that bullshit. Finally he slapped my face, and that was just too much. I felt tears welling up in my eyes. I was starting to cry, and I thought, fuck this, you know. So again I rammed him with my knee (I grunted as I did it, I remember that). I RAMMED my knee into his balls. He wound up in the same position, making the same damn animal wails, but this time even louder and more desperate. I dunno, either he hadn't fully gotten over the pain from the day before, or maybe I just hit him harder. I think I probably just hit him harder: I was really pissed and wanted him to hurt.

I admit I wasn't so concerned about him this time. I mean, I had welts on my body - I was going to get bruises from him - so when he was collapsed on the floor, clutching at his groin and everything, I walked up behind him and started yanking his hair and pinching his face. He tried to brush my hands away but he was pretty defenseless. I screamed at him that if he EVER laid a hand on me again, I'd kill him. After I let go of him I kicked him in the butt then walked away.

And he was pretty decent to me from then on. I mean, I used to see other girls - friends of mine - getting beat up and shit by their brothers all the time. I tried to tell them what was up, you know, how to deal with it, but they almost never listened.

The only other time that my brother messed with me enough to piss me off - enough to make me unveil the secret weapon again - it was like four years later. I was fifteen, he was seventeen. We were both dating people and all that - he was into the cool, tough, teenage boy thing. Very typical southern boy, you know. I was with a friend of mine who he liked, and whenever he was around her he would pretend to be super witty, and usually make lots of dumb verbal jabs at me, trying to impress her with his wit or whatever. And I don't know exactly what set me off. My brother made some dumb remark - I don't even remember exactly what it was - and then he turned away. Even my friend she was surprised by the cruelty of whatever it was he said. She didn't laugh at all, and I think it might've been seeing her reaction that confirmed for me that what he said really was out of line. Anyway, I lashed out and punched my brother in the back of the head. My fist sort of went thump, and he turned around real slowly. And he just stared at me for a second. Then he said in this quiet, quivering voice, "You... stupid... cunt." And my response was really, really smooth - I kicked out, and the top of my foot nested perfectly into his groin. He fell to his knees, gasping, gasping, his hands cupped over his balls and cock. I stepped over, put my hand on his head, and told him he ought to start being more of a gentleman. Then I slapped him good.

Lucy:

The first time I ever nailed a guy there it was because he was trying to rape me. Not like some stranger hurling me to the ground in a dark alley, though. It was my boyfriend. I had been dating him for about a year and a half, and we really liked each other. It was a pretty good relationship on the whole; it's just that on this occasion he woke me up to have sex with him - he had come home late from work - and was overly persistent. I shook my head; told him I didn't want to. I said, "No," loud and clear. Nothing dissuaded him though - he kept on nuzzling me, kissing me, caressing me, on and on. He was really being a pest. I was trying to seal myself up like a fortress, but he just kept hounding me. Finally I felt his hard cock rubbing against my pubic hair - he was sort of on his hands and knees above me - and as soon as I felt that, I'd had enough.

I hadn't ever snapped like that before, but I was glad I did. He deserved it.

He denied it later, but - quite simply - he was trying to rape me. What I did was I put my right hand behind his head, slipped my left fist under his groin, and simultaneously tugged real hard on his hair and began hammering at his crotch with my left fist. I don't know how exactly many times I hit him there. He couldn't really break free, you know? I had a really strong grip on his hair, and he was pretty exposed. I think I hit him in the groin, I'd say, fifteen times before he managed to slip off the bed onto the floor, but only a few of the blows were good, solid knuckle-blows to his testicles. It was enough, though - he lay there crying for a while, then got up limping and went to a friend's house. I still don't know what he told that friend.

Anyway, in case you're wondering, we stopped seeing each other. He didn't seem to like the idea of a woman who wouldn't back down. I learned a lot about men from that experience.

Rebecca:

I don't remember the first time I did it. It must have been when I was a little kid. I mean, it's something I've always known about. It's their weakness - you use it to even things out. They've got stronger arms and shoulders, so unless you like being pushed around you have to exploit their weakness, too.

I used to do it a lot during junior high school. I was so bad: I'd totally do it in public. In co-ed soccer games, if a guy stole the ball from me, next time I got close enough to him and could make it look like an accident, I'd kick him in the balls. I loved doing it - watching the guy reduced to a crumpled up little thing lying there on the grass. I could barely keep myself from smiling, and laughing, and cheering at his pain! Finally the coach dropped me from the team.

That didn't stop me: I took karate, and used to spar with guys. It was really a joke: they'd always dance around like boxers, trying to look very slick. I think even if I didn't keep crushing their jewels I still would've won most often. But there were at least eight times I sparred with guys (before I was permanently banished from the dojo) and each time, within a minute or so, I kicked their balls hard, and had them lying on the mat groaning or crying.

There was one guy I sparred with three times, and each time I smashed his testicles. Finally his parents made him quit; they were worried they'd never have grandkids. I used to jokingly go up at that guy at school, right in front of everyone, and try to get him to go on dates with me. He used to get incredibly embarrassed. One time I reached over and cupped my hand over his groin, shook his penis and his balls briskly, and asked, "What are you AFRAID of?" He complained to the principal, and I thought about ambushing him after school, but I figured he'd had enough abuse.

I was more discreet in high school, since I actually wanted dates and stuff. Eventually I met a guy who could take it. I think he liked being ruled by me, so he was willing to deal with the pain and humiliation. I was out of control with him, though: I totally abused him. One time he was in the kitchen doing the dishes, standing at the sink in his boxers, and totally on a whim - just because I felt like it - I hugged him from behind. Then I reached around his waist and slammed my fist into his jewels. I held him there, not letting him go, and hit him a few more times. He started crying, and wanted to know what he'd done wrong. What could I say? He didn't do anything wrong, I just felt like bashing his nuts.

There wasn't really anything he could do about it. I liked hurting his male organs. I don't know why. I didn't feel threatened by him - men are too easy to manipulate to be threatening - so maybe I'm just a sadist. Yeah, maybe that's it.

I remember a couple of times I had him lie naked on his bed. I made him spread his legs then told him to make a fist, and – holding his wrist - I used his limb like a hammer, banging his fist into his own balls.

Sometimes I used weapons. Like once I used his shoes: whapped his nuts really hard a few times with the sole of his size-nine Rockports. Once I actually used a rolling pin, because I thought it would be really funny - you know it's such a cliché and everything, the woman bashing the man with the rolling pin or the frying pan. I think that hurt him probably more than any other object I hit him with; it was a good, solid blow and he was on the kitchen floor for more than an hour, weeping (although I admit every fifteen minutes or so I'd get impatient with his whining and go in to abuse him some more - but just like to kick him in the ass, punch his face a few times, kick him in the gut - I didn't hit his testicles anymore that day).

I think a few times I probably really hurt guys. It's hard to say, though, what sort of impact ball-breaking has. It injures their ego more than anything. That's really therapeutic, when you think about it. Men slap women all the time in the home - they CONSTANTLY bully their wives and lovers. There is no reason why women have to take it. They should take advantage of men's frailties.

Very silly story I wrote a LONG time ago

By Stu Schwartz

Here's an embarrassingly bad story I wrote as a frustrated college freshman. It's silly, but I thought it was fun when I found it so I figured I should share it. Yes, it's dumb...

“Fuck,” she said. “These boots are killing me.” They'd been walking for at least an hour from the Halloween party. Cindy knew she shouldn't have borrowed her roommate's boots. The shitties were going to be way too tight, and there was no way Cindy would be able to walk in them comfortably. The hot October night and worn stockings didn't help matters, either. It was worth it, though. Cindy looked sexy as hell and knew Tom was getting excited. She could see the little bulge in his pants as he walked beside her. ‘Hee, hee,’ she thought. ‘I'm going to tease the shit out of the bastard.’

After what must've been at least a two-hour walk, Cindy and Tom finally made it back to her dorm. She ran up the stairs ahead of Tom and by the time Tom made it to the third floor, she was already opening her door. They walked through Kate's room and into Cindy's. The first thing Cindy did was plop onto her bed. Tom took the floor, resting his head on one of the many pillows Cindy had in her ridiculously comfortable display.

“Finally, I get to take these fuckers off,” Cindy said as she unlaced her right boot. She threw the boot off and it landed erect next to Tom. She got the other one off quickly as well and let out a sigh of relief. “Ahhh… relief.”

“Shit, Cindy. That stinks!”

Cindy let out a wild cackle and dangled her feet off of the bed and onto Tom's nose. “Trick or treat, Tom! Smell my feet! Give me something good to eat!” Her wet, stocking-clad foot pressed firmly onto Tom's defenseless nose.

“Come on, Tom! Be a good sport. Hahaha! Trick or treat smell my feet! Sniff, sniff, Tom! Come on! Take a big whiff!”

Tom obliged. He sniffed as hard as he could, overwhelmed by Cindy's powerful odor. He started sniffing repeatedly, when Cindy pulled away.

“Okay, Tom, that's enough. Now be a pal and give me a good rub.”

He got onto the bed and faced Cindy. She threw her feet between his legs, purposely landing them on his groin gently enough not to cause pain, but firmly enough to warrant a joke at Tom's expense.

“Careful,” Tom said. “Don't want to hurt the merchandise!”

Cindy laughed. She'd seen Tom get kicked in the balls fiercely by her roommate the previous week in a cruel game of Twister. “Yeah, I bet you're still recovering from Kate! That was the best! You crumbled from that little blow!”

“Yeah, yeah, Cindy. Very funny. No damage done, though. I can take a joke. A little kick in the balls keeps a man sane sometimes.” He began rubbing her feet, waiting for her to start to get into it. As soon as Cindy started to feel pleasure, he held onto her left foot tightly by the ankle and started tickling fiercely!

Cindy, of course, laughed and kicked at Tom's stomach with her right foot. “If you do that again, Tom, I'm going to kick you in the nads so hard you won't know what hit you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Tom said. “We'll see about that.” Tom grabbed her left foot again, and tickled her extremely.

“Tom--- I mean it! Stop or I'll kick you in the nuts!”

“Sure,” he said. “Go ahead,” and he spread his legs wide to make the point.

“Are you crazy Tom? I'm gonna hurt, you this time. I really am.” And with that she rested her right foot onto his crotch for emphasis. “See--- I'm poised. Stop right now or I start kicking!”

Tom feigned fright and stopped. Then he started right up again.

“Okay, Tom. You asked for it.”

BAM, Kate shoved the sole of her foot into Tom's crotch. He did not stop, though. ‘Must've missed,’ she thought. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, Kate started kicking away at his nuts.

Tom doubled over in pain. Laughing, Kate pinned him down and stood above him. “Sniff, sniff, Tom! How do your little balls feel, Tom? Sore? Hahaha! I can't wait to tell Kate about this. Smell my feet, geek! Smell 'em smell 'em smell 'em!!! Hahaha!” She then pinned his arms down and cocked her leg back, her knee pointing right at Tom's vulnerable balls. “Want more, Tom? Want more?”

Tom said, “I give, I give. Sorry. Jesus--- I didn't realize you were so crazy.”

Cindy calmed down. Although she still had Tom pinned, she started to regain normal breath and started to make sure he was okay. “Hahaha. I'm sorry. I know it's not funny. I haven't kicked a boy in the balls in years. I know it's not a mature thing to do. Shit. I apologize. I'll never do that to you again. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I'll make it. You didn't get me that hard. In fact, I'm already starting to feel almost 100%.”

“Good,” Cindy giggled.

Tom had to giggle too. She had him pinned. Now is when she'd make her move. They'd kiss, they'd play, they'd fuck. It was clear. She had a twinkle in her eye indistinguishable from the last five pre-lay twinkles he'd seen.

“Ready, Tom?” Cindy asked

“Sure am,” Tom replied. “I can't wait.”

She cocked her leg back. “Are you sure? I know you've been wanting this for a long time.”

He readied himself for her kiss.

She stretched her leg back further.

SLAM--- right into Tom's nuts. She got off the bed, and grabbed her friend's boot. “Smell me, Tom. Smell me! Hahaha!”

Again, she looked sympathetic. She stepped back onto the bed. “I'll help you up, Tom. You're okay, right?”

“Yes, but geeeeeez!”

“Give me your hands, Tom!”

Tom removed his hands from his nuts and gave them to his cruel pal. She took them gently, and stroked his thumb. Suddenly, she pressed her right foot down onto his crotch. She didn't drive it in hard, but she held it there with enough pressure to threaten Tom greatly.

“Don't,” Tom pleaded. “This is serious. You could really hurt me that way. Be nice.”

Cindy just laughed. Gently she made a crushing motion with her foot. To and fro, to and fro. She lifted her foot so it was a few feet above his fragile groin. “Three, two, one, hyyyyyyyaaaaaaa!” She stopped just short of crushing him. Then she started teasingly giving him slight jolts. Tap, tap, went her foot on his nuts. Tap, tap. Then a little harder. Suddenly, she gave him a full-fledged stomp. She ran out of the room laughing, leaving Tom to deal with his balls.

About a minute after Cindy left, Tom heard the sound of laughter in the hallway. Shit. Cindy was telling people about this. Fuck. It's gonna be just like when I got kicked in the 7th grade. I'll be the laughing stock, and someone might even try to replay it on me. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

The door opened. It was Cindy, Kate and Amanda standing on either side of her. “Heard you had a little bit of trouble, Tom,” Kate said mockingly.

“Uh, yeah. I guess you could say that. I'm alright now, though.”

“How are your balls, Tom? Are they alright?”

All three girls laughed. Kate and Cindy were one thing, but Amanda was quite another. She was cruel as hell, and a self-defense teacher known for groin-intensive sessions. “I kicked Clance in the nuts 84 times this afternoon! Despite the padding, he looked like he was going to cry anyway. What a fag! So Tom, Kate and Cindy asked me to show 'em a few moves. Since you're already a bit raw, I thought you'd be the perfect target. How 'bout it?”

Tom got up and ran for the door, but the three cornered him. “We could torture the hell out of you right now and you know it, assface. Just spread your legs and let me at 'em a few times. It'll be easier on you that way.”

Tom thought hard. He wasn't about to spread his legs for this crazed bitch. He made a run for it. Kate grabbed him by his boxers from behind and pulled upwards. As he went for his hands to free the wedgie, Amanda kneed him as hard as she could. He fell onto the floor, right outside Kate's closet.

They picked him up and took turns giving him wedgies and kicking and kneeing his balls. They weren't even hitting him that hard at this point. Just hard enough to cause pain. After a few dozen blows they left him alone. He sank onto his back, clutching his burning crotch. It felt as though both testicles were swelling and bumping into each other.

Cindy stood over Tom. “Watch this, girls,” she said, and placed her sweaty sole onto Tom's nose. “Trick or treat, fag! Smell my feet! Give me something good to eat.” He sniffed in as hard as he could, humiliated but not about to let himself get his nads bashed further.

“Awesome!” said Amanda, as she took off her Tretorns. “Smell 'em and weep, pussy.” Amanda's feet smelled absolutely fierce and she knew it. She laughed hysterically as he cringed and sniffed.

“Give me a turn,” said Kate. Kate, already in stocking clad feet, pressed her blue and white striped sole onto Tom's face. Her feet smelled the worst of all. She loved his reaction of terror. He pulled away. She rested her foot on his balls.

“You know, Tom. I used to kick the boys in the balls all the time as a kid. But you're the only guy I've kicked since I've been 16 or so.” She gently wedged her heel onto his nutsack and slowly turned it side to side, not applying any real pressure. He was scared. Suddenly she dug it in, giving him eight quick twists or so before letting up. She then got up and slammed her heel into his nuts full force.

The three again left him alone in the room, laughing at his misery. He knew what he had to do. He paused for about five minutes. Actually, he did not do this voluntarily. He could not move. It was amazing, but he thought he'd be okay. He got up eventually and ran out of Cindy and Kate's room. He rushed down the stairs and into the main lounge.

Suddenly he saw a harrowing sight.

About 250 women were sitting on the floor, with Amanda standing in front of them explaining some self-defense moves. Everyone was laughing and having a grand old time.

“He's here,” she said. “Stand in front here, Tom.” He tried to run but she kicked him in the nuts before he could get very far. The audience laughed. “Now I want you stand in front here and spread your legs. We've got a lot of kneeing to do.” The class lined up and took turns kneeing Tom in the nuts. Each person seemed to feel the need to say something cruel to him as they took their shot. Tom was horrified to see so many familiar faces enjoying his pain. His ex-girlfriend Nicole got to her turn and just sort of paused in front of him.

“Tom, you don't really think I'd knee you in the nuts, do you?” she said sweetly.

“Please don't, Nicole. I really don't deserve this.”

“I know, dearie. I know. It is kinda funny, though, watching you get kneed in the balls repeatedly. I'm over you now, but when we first broke up, I would have loved to knee you in your precious sack. Come on, Tom. Spread 'em wide for me. You owe me at least this. I promise I won't knee you too hard.”

“You're crazy Nicole. Absolutely crazy. Please have some mercy on me. I never meant to hurt you.”

Nicole started to chuckle. She drew her leg back and swung her knee into Tom's right leg. “Haha! You didn't really think I'd knee you, did you? Tom--- I'm more mature than that.” With that Nicole started to walk away. The next girl got in line and kneed Tom squarely in the nads. He was almost relieved that it wasn't Nicole. Suddenly, he felt a huge blow to his nads from behind. He looked down, and Nicole's shoe was firmly planted into his nuts.

“You bitch! You fucking cunt!” he screamed.

Five more girls kneed him in quick succession. He fell to the ground.

Nicole stood over him laughing. “You sonofabitch!” she said. She placed her foot down onto his crotch. She applied a little pressure. Then a little more. She was laughing madly now. She released her foot and walked away.

“Loser,” was all she could muster as a bye-bye.

As the girls exited they made tons of jokes at Tom's expense. Some even took cheap shots at his crumpled body. After everyone left and Amanda kicked Tom a dozen or so more times (the bitch could not resist), Tom was left alone in the room with Cindy.

“Cindy?” Tom said meekly. “Can I spend the night?”

“Sure,” Cindy said, without the slightest bit of mockery. She helped Tom up and walked him to her room. Kate chuckled at the sight of him, and ran to give him some more punishment. But Cindy shooed her away. They closed Cindy's door, and Tom took off his clothes. Cindy took hers off as well, and they crawled into her bed.

“Are you okay, Tom?” she asked. “I know I got a little carried away, but I just can't help it. I love kicking guys in the crotch. I hope we can still be friends.”

“Cindy---,” Tom said. “I really, really like you. Will you knee me in the nuts if I try to kiss you?” he asked.

“Only if you want me to,” she perceptively replied. “Only if you want me to.”

“Not tonight,” he said. “We'll talk in the morning.” Tom kissed Cindy like a schoolboy. The two embraced. They looked into each other's eyes and began laughing.

“You rock, Cindy,” Tom said.

The Rain

By stockings

A few weeks ago I was driving along a busy road taking my daughter to a party. On the pavement was a fantastic looking woman, around 30, wearing a short skirt, tan stockings and black sling-back court shoes with 4" stiletto heels. She looked so good I even turned my head while driving to maximize the time I could look at her.

It took me around fifteen minutes to continue the drive to the party during which it rained very heavily. Having dropped off my daughter I started my journey home and as I approached the road where I had seen the lady, my thoughts turned to the possibility of seeing her again. Unfortunately there was no sign of her. I approached my turn-off and took the corner quite fast… whoosh! I drove straight through a giant puddle created by the rain. What's more, when I glanced to the pavement, there was the woman all soaking wet from what I had done.

As someone who always hoped to be in a situation where he might be confronted by an angry woman who would kick him in the balls, this seemed like the perfect opportunity. Indeed, her pointed toe sling-back shoes were not only very sexy but also deadly. Thus, instead of driving off I decided to stop, get out of the car and see what developed.

As I approached the woman I decided the best action was to plant the idea in her mind of revenge and how kicking me in the balls might be a good way of achieving it. I therefore started to say, “Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry, look how wet you are! Please don't be angry and do something silly like kick me in the balls. Please let me drive you home. "

A wicked smile flashed over her wet face. She started pushing and said, “So you are sorry are you? Well, you have ruined my evening and so now I am going to ruin yours!" With that she drew her right leg back and kicked me full force in the balls. The pain was unreal but wonderful. I slumped to the pavement in the fetal position re-living the fantastic sight of her tan stocking legs and feet in those deadly but sexy shoes smashing into my balls. Yes, I could have dodged the kick (I knew it was coming) but my plan had worked perfectly. I heard the click-clack of her stiletto heels as she ran away down the road. I must have lain on the pavement another ten minutes before crawling back to my car and slowly driving home. My balls were very swollen and bloody for days. Then came the bruising and only now do they seem to be back to about normal. The pain lasted about a week but was a wonderful reminder of an incident I will treasure always.

First Meeting

By stockings

This story starts about two months ago when a lady I e-mailed as a member of a Yahoo Ballbusting club actually replied. I realized from her profile that she lived close to myself, but was surprised by her lengthy reply (unlike the usual twenty words or so). Over a period of weeks we wrote most days, negotiating the parameters of a potential meeting, until one day, she actually suggested me meet. What had started as a fantasy now seemed possible to happen. Her only stipulation was to follow the "rules" of our negotiations to the letter. I went cold with shock before replying "Yes". We then agreed a date and location, a pub about ten miles from my home. She had my description and was expecting me to approach her. I was to look for a lady in a dark blue dress, black stockings and black stiletto heeled court shoes (the stockings and deadly pointy-toe shoes being one of my stipulations).

The day of our meeting arrived. I had butterflies in my stomach. I had never done anything like this before. Driving to the pub, I wondered if this was such a good idea as only once before had I been kicked in the balls and it had really hurt. Then I started to wonder whether she would turn up, whether she would not be as I hoped in my minds picture of her, or even worse, would she be a man! While still pondering all these things, I turned into the pub car park and turned off my engine. I was ten minutes early, so closed my eyes and listened to the radio.

At exactly the right time, I walked into the pub and towards the area she had said to meet. Unbelievably, there was the most beautiful woman of about five foot ten sitting at a table wearing a dark blue dress, black stockings and the most elegant black stiletto heel shoes you could imagine. I approached her and it was immediately obvious that she was the lady in the E-Mails. I sat down and had a gulp of Coke (already agreed she would get this from the bar). She was actually amazed that I had turned up! I sat opposite her, as agreed, so she could access my balls with her foot. Not that she did for the whole hour (and three lots of drinks) we were there.

She did however swing the foot of her crossed leg close to my groin and ask questions like, "Are you nervous?" or "Do you think I will really hurt you?". She would giggle at my nervous replies, especially as she drank more vodka based drinks. Then, after about the hour, she said I checked out, so we could go back to her house for the session. I gulped; we both stood up and left to go to my car.

On arrival at her house, she poured us both some drinks (I was still on Coke because of driving. She was merrily getting rid of any inhibitions with more vodka). "Do you approve of my shoes and stockings?" she asked. I replied that they were incredibly sexy and ideal for the task. She giggled again. We both knew it was fast becoming the time for me to stand before her, legs apart, as per our agreement. I asked if she wanted to begin and she said yes.

I rose to my feet, opened my legs and looked at her beautiful feet and shoes. "Would you like me to remove the shoes?" she asked.

"No" I replied. I had come this far and wasn't going to back-out now. She giggled again, drew back her leg, and kicked me full force in the balls. Her pointy toe hit me direct on the left nut and I immediately fell to the ground in agony. Nothing I could do with my hands alleviated any pain. I rolled from side to side, fully aware she was watching my every move and smiling wickedly. After a few minutes she asked if I was ready for another. We had negotiated three kicks, two at least with her wearing shoes. There was no way however my balls were going to take such punishment. Realizing my vulnerability, and still gasping in agony, I begged that there be just one more kick, without shoes. She looked disappointed, but agreed. I asked for a few minutes more to recover which she also agreed.

After the few agreed minutes, I slowly lifted myself up to a standing position. My balls were on fire, I felt sick to my stomach and she still had her shoes on. Despite my love for her shoes, I begged she remove them before approaching me. She giggled and said "Don't you trust me?" She then agreed to remove her shoes before approaching me as long as I kiss her feet after the kick.

"Fine," I said, happy to agree anything at this stage. She removed her shoes and ordered me to remove my hands and open my legs.

Never before, and maybe never again, I found myself in such a dangerous but sexy position. There I was, balls severely in agony but ready to be kicked again by the sexy stockinged foot of a beautiful woman. The moment did not last long however. As had happened before, she drew her leg back and kicked me full force right between the legs. Her sexy black nylon covered toes smashed both my balls and I collapsed (indeed, almost passed out) into a ball of agony on the floor. I had ringing in my ears and was trying not to be sick.

She was laughing at my predicament and asking bitchy questions like "Do your balls hurt?" and "Can you not take the third kick as originally agreed?" I couldn't answer her as my mouth seemed disconnected from my brain. Indeed, it just seemed as if my whole body was a mass of pain. I felt her stockinged foot cover my mouth, "Be ready to start kissing my feet in five minutes!" I heard her say, before she left the room.

Five minutes passed and both my balls were still in agony. The kick from her stockinged foot had hurt more than the one from her shoes. Perhaps this was because it was the second kick, or because it crushed both my balls instead of one? Whatever, she now sat on a chair by my head and ordered me to kiss her feet. I started to kiss them as best I could, given my predicament. Obviously not doing a good enough job, she roughly forced her toes into my mouth. If I weren't so damaged this would have been a real turn-on. Now however, I just wanted this over with so I could leave and recover. Eventually she tired of my attempt to kiss her feet properly and she stopped forcing her toes into my face. "Next time we shall do the feet kissing before your kicks!" she announced. So she intended a next time!

I slowly raised myself off the ground and sat also in a chair. I could tell my balls had swollen in size and were becoming strangely numb after the recent agony. "So, you want to meet and do this again?" I asked.

"Too right!" she giggled, but said next time she wanted to wear a pair of strappy stiletto heeled sandals so that I might go at least the second kick with her wearing them. I agreed to another meeting but not before I had made a full recovery. This was acceptable to her. I then stayed about another hour with her until I felt able to make it to my car and drive home. During this hour we discussed the experience. I told her how for me the enjoyment would be looking back and re-living the event. For her, destroying me so completely was the real thrill. She also showed me her sandals (gold in color) and I agreed to bring her a pair of tan seamed stockings next time to wear with them.

This all happened about a week ago. To be honest, I thought she had ruined me for life. My balls had not only swollen but also turned black. My prick had all but disappeared into the swelling and was also black, swollen and painful to the touch. Having a wee was a real experience! Now, a week later, some (just a little) of the swelling has gone down. Generally I think I am on the mend though and am looking forward to our next meeting.

My First Orgasm

By Stacy

This is a very true story about an old friend of mine. For whatever reason, I have always been fascinated with ball-busting, and I believe it originated in my childhood. I had accidentally swung my hand into a schoolmates balls one day and have since been in love with the hobby. Of all the times I’ve hurt a guys balls, this is one of the most memorable. If I titled it, it would have to be ‘My First Orgasm’.

When I was 16, and had just received my driver’s license, my friend Michelle and I (Stacy) were planning to visit a male friend’s house named Mike. To summarize our physical descriptions, I was around 5’ 4”, brown hair, and weighed 140-150 pounds. Michelle however, was blonde (I know), her weight was about the same, but she was about 6 inches or so taller. Michelle was usually very aggressive, while I was more or less the passive type; but not on this day. Anyway, I’ll get on to the story.

I believe it was a Monday when Michelle and I were supposed to be at our friend Mike’s house at 7:00 PM to watch a movie; he said his parents weren't going to be home. I wasn't able to get her until about 8:30 and we didn't get to Mike’s until 9. This was thanks to my parents, who insisted that I eat dinner with the family that evening.

When we got to Mike’s, we walked in like we always do. However, this time he was lying on the couch in his underwear; wearing the Haynes brand as I recall. He was very embarrassed to say the least.

Michelle brought on the first problem, but I was quite enjoying the view of him in his undies. She laughed at him and told him that he didn't have anything worth covering up with underwear in the first place. I imagine that didn’t make him feel too good, because he retaliated with shots aimed at her ego as well. He told her that he saw her in her bra and panties once, and that she looked like a little Smurf; complete with the flat chest. Of course Michelle didn’t take this very well, so she told him he was ‘dead’ and started heading his way. Remember when I said Michelle was the aggressive type? Well Mike new this, so I really don’t know what he was thinking. As far as I’m concerned, he willingly walked right into his problems.

Michelle backed him into the living room wall. Using her forearms to hold his shoulders against the wall, she started kneeing his balls repeatedly with great force. Eventually, after six or seven times, she let him slide to the floor. Although he couldn’t really speak at the time, we could see how much pain he was in; and quite honestly, it excited me to witness this.

After not even four or five minutes, Michelle climbed onto him and sat on his chest facing his feet. She was holding his arms down flat on the floor, and told him she would destroy his balls if he tried to throw her off. She then called for me to come over and help, but I was very hesitant at first. Although getting guys in the balls is fun, I didn’t want to ruin a good friendship over it. Yet at the same time, I was so excited that I didn’t really care. When I say excited, I really mean sexually excited. I had always enjoyed this sort of thing, but this was the first time that I felt sexual pleasure as well; it’s very difficult to explain.

Needless to say, I wanted to get his balls since they were that easy of a target. I walked over to him and pulled his legs away from each other. I remember that it was a nice view, but at the same time it was kind of awkward. I improvised and pushed his knees back to chest while his legs were apart. This position was very easy, as I could just sort of lean forward on his legs; my weight held them in place.

What I saw next was probably one of the biggest highlights of the evening. His underwear must have been somewhat old, as they were so thin that his balls were somewhat visible through the faded white fabric. Seeing this made my heart skip a beat, so I looked up at Michelle. As well, she was staring in amazement at my find.

I didn’t want to waste too much time, so I lifted my knee up and smashed it right down into the center of his balls. As my knee hit directly on target, I could feel the smooth and semi-rounded balls being crushed from the force. The feeling of pleasure I felt while inflicting pain between his legs was unimaginable; this pleasure had to continue on.

I pulled my knee up and slammed it down into his spongy balls over and over, enjoying the burning hot sensation between my own legs. Each blow to his balls brought me closer and closer to having the orgasm of my dreams. Of course, looking straight down at his nearly showing balls probably helped a little as well :) I looked up at Michelle, and she appeared to be REALLY enjoying the show; she was rubbing herself to orgasm (at fifteen years old!). Even though she saw me look at her, she continued rubbing herself like there was no tomorrow.

I finally stopped kneeing his balls about ten minutes or so into it; I came up with another idea. Although I kneed his balls twelve times or so, Mike continued to struggle and moan about how bad they hurt. I had expected him to either cry or pass out by then, but I REALLY needed that orgasm.

I figured that since Michelle was being so open about rubbing herself, she wouldn’t mind me getting out of my sweatpants before I continued on. I let go of Mike’s legs and stood up to remove my sweats, but leave my shirt on. I wanted an orgasm; I didn’t necessarily want to show them both my boobs. Besides, it would have just given Mike something to mock me about later. Trust me; he would have had something derogatory to say about them.

After I removed my sweats, I told Mike that I was trying to be fair; he and I were both in our undies. I had Michelle get off of him and help me turn him on his belly. Of course he gave us problems, but after a few smacks to the balls he stopped all the struggling.

I told Michelle to sit on his lower back so her weight would hold him down, but yet she would still be able to see what I was doing. I spread his legs open enough to get my hand around his balls. As I tightened my grip around them, I could tell it wouldn’t be long until I reached my immense orgasm. I gripped his balls and started pulsating but very stern squeezes. Each squeeze of those balls got me closer and closer. As I crushed them between my fingers, I used my free hand to rub myself; not caring that Michelle could see my every move. In the back of my mind, I remembered that the slightly orange colored panties I was wearing became somewhat transparent when they were wet. I can only imagine the detail that Michelle could see as I rubbed myself to ecstasy.

As my orgasm grew near, the grips around Mike’s poor little balls became stronger. I stopped squeezing both of them, and focused on pinching either ball and fantasizing about what I was actually doing to him; causing his sensitive and vulnerable balls great pain in order to prove a point. I soon heard a moan that, for the first time, was not Mike’s voice. Being a bit distracted, I looked over at Michelle. She had just reached her climax and was vigorously trying to grind her clit into Mike’s lower back while alternating her view between my panties and my hand pinching one of his balls. As I looked down between my own legs, I could see that my suspicion about the transparency was correct; she could see every feature of my wet and shaven self. The feeling of this voyeuristic situation combined with the feeling of Mike’s ball being crushed between my fingers was just too much. I shrieked loudly and squeezed Mike’s poor ball tightly as I had the most gratifying and intense orgasm of my entire life. Even to this very day, almost ten years later, no self-induced orgasm has come close to that magnitude.

The rest of the story is pretty much as you would expect. We were embarrassed, so we got dressed and got out of there. As far as I know, Mike never did pass out, but yet his mother found out and contacted my mother and Michelle’s mother the very next day. Michelle didn’t get in trouble, but I was literally grounded for six months. School was the only way I could see or talk to Michelle, and everyone seemed to know what happened. Neither of us ever heard from Mike again, but I wouldn’t expect we should. Although I hated to see the friendship die, he will forever live in my heart as the man that gave me my first orgasm.

True Story from a session

By speedycj1

Hey Everyone,

I haven't posted a story here in years (probably a good five or more) so I thought I would pass along a true story I had gone through a few months ago and make some more contributions to this board!

For those who need a visual to help make the story more vivid a picture of the mistress I had the session with is at http://bbgroups.tlcnet.com/files/7/137/496_C.jpeg

For time purposes I won't list every detail of the session...just enough to give a synopsis.

I had never had my own session before...I have gotten busted numerous times by some of the best mistresses in the industry over the past seven years working in videos for Velvetkick.net. But I never knew what a session was like behind close doors without the cameras running. I decided to give it a whirl.

I found Mistress Monika on domina.ms and emailed her about a session. She's an independent mistress here in NYC. She is definitely extremely attractive (see the attached) and even more so in person.

She was wearing a black corset top with a short black skirt, black stockings and tall knee high stiletto boots about three inch heels.

We started with no warm-up. She told me to strip down naked. She also asked me if I ever been restrained before (which I had not). I knew I was in trouble right there. She bound me hands in the hanging restraint and told me to spread my legs. She started by seducing me with her legs and stockings which gave me an instant erection. She then kicked me lightly in the balls a few times. Not knowing how much I can take and trying to feel me out, she increased her kicks harder each time until I gave a loud grunt.

Satisfied with my reaction she asked me if I could take 50 straight punches to the balls. I had taken some punches to my nude balls before and once got hit with a device that had a hollow blue ball on the end and made me feel like my nuts were gonna explode. So I agreed saying I hope so. She started with some light punches to my nuts, switching between left and right. After ten punches she made me count. She would alternate between left and right, hard and medium. I was struggling to stand up straight as her onslaught was furious. She concentrated right on my balls, with no concern about anything else. Her 48^th, 49^th and 50^th punches were full force and I saw some sweat breaking out on her brow. Obviously enjoying herself, she kept punching and telling me to keep up the count. Thankfully she stopped at 75.

She left the room to take a cigarette break and let me cool down. When she came back she undid my restraints and had me lay on the floor. She did some trampling on my body and groin. Then she stepped back and started kicking my balls with her boots. She took one shoe off to alternate between stocking foot and boot. She was alternating between hard and soft. Unfortunately her soft kicks were fueling an incredible erection. She mixed in some trampling and more kicking while I struggled not to explode. Only fifteen minutes or so had passed in my hour session and I didn't want to have it end early. She stepped down on my erection and pushed it to the floor, which started my convulsions. Then she reared back and kicked me with her stocking feet and the inevitable happened as kept kicking me: I came all over the floor. And myself. She was startled and I was real embarrassed about it. Not that I didn't think she knew what she was doing, but I would assumed she would have liked to build up to that moment more.

After allowing me to clean up the floor and myself, she asked if I wanted to continue. With thirty minutes still to go I didn't want to seem like a failure so I agreed to continue. She reharnessed me and proceeded to pummel my balls with her fists. This time she had me count to 100. I struggled to count out loud as she was punching a lot harder than before. After my 100, plus one extra hard 101^st she went to put on red stiletto heels. She had me sit before her where she was seated and worship her feet and legs for a while. She kicked me a few times with the sole of her shoe which hurt like hell considering my balls were on fire from her punches. Before I knew it my time was up, in which she made me promise I’d come back to see her again.

I have a few stories I wrote up (non true) that hopefully I’ll be able to share soon. Hope you enjoyed,

Speedy

The Summer Intern

By speedycj1

Dan was your typical college senior, a bit cocky, athletic and ready to take on the world. Dan was a communications major at school specializing in journalism and was looking to become an intern at a newspaper or magazine for the summer. With rugged good looks and his buffed 6’2” frame he knew that he looked the part, now he was hoping his brains would help him land a good internship at a magazine he’d enjoy, like Sports Illustrated, rather than a “girly” magazine like Cosmopolitan.

His college administrator knew Dan was a bit cocky, but was a good representative of the school to place in an internship. She sent his resume out to several magazines and newspapers to get a feeler, and finally one magazine group responded that they wanted him to come in for an interview.

Dan wasn’t paying too much attention to the administrator when she called him with the news, he just wrote down the address, the person he was meeting with and blew her off before she could tell him the particulars. Dan lived on Long Island so the next day he just hopped on the railroad and with suit on and briefcase in tow headed towards the address for the interview.

The name of the company was Gretchen publishing, which had a stable of magazines under its corporate umbrella. Unfortunately for Dan he failed to listen to his administrator when she was explaining that the bulk of the magazines had a feminist twist to them, catered towards teenagers, young professionals and working mothers.

Dan confidently rode the elevator up to the 20th floor where he was greeted by a young temptress of a secretary named Diane. Diane wore a blue suit jacket which barely covered her white blouse that had the top two buttons undone. Dan’s eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw the C cup breasts struggling to be contained by her low cut bra under her blouse. Diane flipped back her brunette hair and flirting with Dan a bit leaned forward and smiled

“Can I help you sir?” as she lifted her designer glasses slightly off her head.

Dan cleared his throat. “Um, yes, I have an interview here today. With a Ms. Larson,” said Dan confidently as he struggled to keep his eyes locked into hers.

“Ah, yes Ms. Larson, please have a seat,” said Diane as she pointed to the leather couches that adorned the reception area. Dan sat down and saw a host of magazines on the table, including some popular ones like People, Time and In Style. He also saw some fashion and parenting magazines but his eyes found a Sports Illustrated so he grabbed that excitedly and started reading.

Diane dialed Ms. Larson’s extension and whispered into the phone carefully. “Your 10 o’clock is here… he’s a live one,” whispered Diane into the phone with a glimmer in her eye.

“Ms. Larson will be right with you,” said Diane to Dan who barely glanced up from the magazine to acknowledge her with a head nod. Diane noticed his abruptness.

“May I get you something to drink? Some water perhaps?” said Diane softly as she rose from her chair. Dan looked up at her and said water would be great. Diane removed her blazer and strolled across the room. Dan peaked up and saw her gorgeous figure. Around 5’ 4” and as curvy on her bottom as she was her top, Diane was an eyeful. Not helping matters was the short, ass-hugging beige and blue plaid skirt she was wearing, with white stockings and 4” high wooden wedge heels. Dan felt a twinge in his pants as he looked her up and down. Dan’s eyes then raced towards a group of female executives walking in the background, all thin and attractive and wearing skin hugging clothing with high heels. His eyes dashed from one lady to the next and he nodded confidently with a smirk on his face.

“Jackpot,” he said to himself, knowing that if he could land this internship he’d be among a bevy of beauties!

“Here’s your water,” said Diane softly as she handed him a glass. Dan was daydreaming and barely noticed her presence until Diane placed the water on the coffee table and walked away. Dan realized he was in another world and apologized to Diane.

“It’s ok,” said Diane calmly. “I know there’s a lot of eye-candy in here, plenty to be distracted about” she laughed as she settled behind her reception desk. Dan blushed slightly at her remark and buried his head into the Sports Illustrated trying to ignore the growing erection in his pants.

Another group of females walked into the reception area. “Can I help you ladies?” asked Diane.

“Yes, we’re here for the internship meeting with Ms. Larson,” said one of the girls.

“Oh, great, I’ll tell her you’re here. Please have a seat,” said Diane as she phoned Ms. Larson.

Dan glanced at the group of three college-aged girls and each one was stunning. There was the tall and slender blonde, the skinny and curvy Asian girl and the somewhat chunky but definitely attractive dark haired Latina. Each girl came dressed fashionably. The blonde wore a loose sun dress over a pair of black stretch leggings and 3” black peep toed heels. The Asian girl wore a knee length black skirt with a red blazer and low cut white baby doll top. She had on a pair of 4” red platform heels with a peep toe showing off her manicured red polished toenails. She appeared to have perfect feet, around a size 7, which were even sexier in her platform heels. The Latina girl wore a tight fitting black top and black and white skirt over a pair of fishnet stockings and below the knee black boots with a pointy toe and 3” stiletto heels. Each girl sat down on couches opposite Dan and crossed their legs. He looked up and the girls made quick eye contact with him, flipped their hair a few times and started chatting among themselves.

Dan tried to concentrate on the magazine but his eyes kept lifting from the pages over to the girls. He couldn’t decide which one was hotter, as they each were very unique in their own ways. Staring at the girls didn’t help his erection either, which seemed to grow every second he glanced up and saw one girl playing with her hair or crossing her legs or flexing her shoes. Also not helping matters at all were the girls talking to each other about their outfits and how good each other looked.

Thankfully, Diane stood up and told the group to follow her to the conference room. Dan let the girls go first and followed them, trying to take deep breaths to have his erection subside a bit. Of course watching all of the pretty girls in front of him didn’t help; neither did glancing into all of the offices they passed and seeing attractive ladies left and right. Dan saw the occasional male employee, but for the most part they were unattractive or at least not as handsome and athletic as he was.

They entered a conference room with a long thin table and leather chairs on either side. Everyone found a seat and Diane mentioned that Ms. Larson would be arriving soon. After a few moments of chatter among the girls, in strode Ms. Larson. Tall and slender, Ms. Larson was a young female executive in her mid 30s. She had medium length blond hair which was back in a pony tail. She was dressed in a black business suit, with a slightly below the knee skirt and 3” closed toe black pumps. At first glance she looked very similarly to Jenna Elfman with her blond hair, bright smile and slender figure.

“Thank you all for coming,” said Ms. Larson as she studied the young faces in her room. “As you know you’ll be competing for two lone internship spots we have this fall,” she continued as she walked around the table. “The four of you came highly recommended to our company, but if I feel that you’re not up to par with the excellence we command, I have no problem giving the job to none of you, understood?” said Ms. Larson as politely and firmly as she could. The group nodded her head, while Dan didn’t realize how competitive this decision really would be.

“Each of you will be meeting individually with a member of our staff so they can ask you a few questions about your abilities. Then we’ll regroup as a group to undergo some role playing to see how well you work together,” explained Ms. Larson.

Just then some of the executives walked into the room. Dan glanced over and saw how hot they were and decided not to look for fear his erection would grow again.

“Dan, I presume?” said Ms. Larson.

“Yes ma’am,” said Dan with his voice cracking a bit.

“You’ll be meeting with Diane, who you’ve met already.” Diane stood in the doorway waiving her hand. Dan felt some comfort knowing that Diane was just a receptionist, so she wouldn’t be as tough as some of the other executives.

Dan followed Diane into a small meeting room with the shades drawn and just a small hole in the door to look in. There were no tables, just a few chairs in the room in a circle. Dan sat across from Diane, who, sat just a few feet away from him, crossing her legs allowing her skirt to inch up her thigh slowly despite her best efforts to pull it down.

“So, Dan,” said Diane as she took out a notepad and pen, “what skills can you bring to Gertrude Publishing?” Dan stared at her for a second, caught off-guard by her formal tone.

“Um, I’m a hard worker who is um… eager to learn about the publishing industry,” stated Dan in a low hushed tone trying to sound authoritative as he cleared his throat.

Diane took notes and shook her head as she crossed and uncrossed her legs. She glanced up from her note pad and caught Dan sneaking a peak at her legs.

“What would you say your biggest weaknesses are Dan?” said Diane as she looked him square in the eyes while she shook her foot back and forth seeing if she could grab his attention to her legs again.

Dan had never had formal interviewing questions before as his last jobs were more landscaping and athletic oriented. His eyes darted across the room in a panicked state.

“Umm… I would say I have no weaknesses?” stuttered Dan uncomfortably not sure how to answer the question never hearing something like that before.

Diane pouted her lips and nodded. She rattled off her next question. “Would you be distracted working in an office full of gorgeous female executives?” asked Diane very bluntly. She lowered her head and stared at him over her glasses waiting for the answer.

“Um…” Dan stuttered as he was caught off guard by the question completely. He started turning red as he fumbled with his pen and dropped it. As he bent down to pick up his pen, Diane uncrossed and slowly re-crossed her legs near Dan’s head. Dan tried not to look up but he couldn’t help it. He hoped that Diane hadn’t seen him. Diane took notes and waited for Dan to answer as she played with her blouse button.

Dan’s eyes raced everywhere looking for an answer. After a few nervous seconds Diane interjected. “Stand up Dan.”

“Excuse me?” said Dan confused and honestly not hearing what she had said as his mind was elsewhere.

“’Stand up’ I said,” stated Diane in an aggravated tone. Dan stood up before her as Diane placed her notepad aside. Diane looked up at Diane, who at 6’2” was just about crotch level with Diane’s head while she was sitting. Diane noticed the bulge in his crotch as she uncrossed her legs and leaned forward. She tapped her pen into his crotch and looked up at him.

“Controlling this is what I’m talking about Dan,” said Diane as she slowly tapped her pen on his erection, fueling it even more. Dan looked down at her and could see her cleavage busting out of her top. He tried not to look but the image of her was etched in her brain and his penis responded accordingly.

“Look at me Dan,” said Diane softly as she continued to slowly trace her pen over his pants. Dan begrudgingly looked down at Diane. Diane looked up and smiled at him as she slowly removed her pen and grabbed his pants, undoing the button and dropping the zipper slowly. Dan couldn’t believe what was happening. He looked at the door desperately as his mind raced with confused thoughts.

Was she seducing him? Was she testing him? He had no idea as Diane skillfully freed his erection from his pants. Diane licked her lips as she traced his bulging erection with her fingertips. Dan took a deep breath not knowing what to say or do.

Diane removed his balls gently from his black boxer briefs so they were exposed. She traced them gently with her fingers as she looked up at Dan and smiled. Suddenly without warning Diane thrust her right fist into Dan’s balls as hard as she could, dropping Dan instantly to the floor.

Diane giggled to herself as she flipped back her hair as Dan struggled to catch his breath from the unexpected blow. Dan clutched his crotch as he looked up at her. Just then Diane kicked him in the head with her wedge shoe, knocking him on his back. Diane stood up and placed her foot on his chest.

“Oh Dan,” said Diane softly as she stomped on his muscle-laden chest with her wedge shoe causing Dan to grunt in pain. “Part of this job involves catering to women on hand and foot all day and all night,” said Diane as she slowly traced her shoe down his chest and over his stomach. “Somehow I think we’ll need to break you in a bit, should we decide to even offer you the job,” said Diane as her wedge brushed by his still exposed penis and balls and over his thighs.

“If you can make it past today you’ll be met with many rewards,” explained Diane as her foot came to rest on his penis, pushing it towards his stomach ever so slightly. “My money’s on you Dan, so don’t disappoint me,” said Diane as she teased his groin with her wedge shoe causing Dan’s penis to tingle again with pleasure despite the pain from the punch in the nuts and kick in the head Diane gave him.

Dan lay still on the ground afraid that she may cause any more damage. He had never been hit in the balls before, let alone hit by a girl, so the embarrassment factor was running pretty high for him. Plus he had a pounding throb in the side of the head where she kicked him. Plus he was still in shock by what had transpired. Just then the door opened. Ms. Larson entered the room and upon seeing the scene had a sly smile on her face.

“Dan, I see that you’ve met Diane,” Ms. Larson laughed as she strode over to him.

At over 6’ in her heels, Dan had to look up a long way towards her. “Part of your challenge today Dan will be trying to survive. This internship is both mentally and physically challenging Dan. We want warriors, not pussies,” said Ms. Larson as she paced the floor while Dan lay still beneath Diane’s heel on his crotch. “I have high hopes for you Dan,” said Ms. Larson as she motioned for Diane to move her foot from his crotch. Ms. Larson moved her foot over to his crotch as Dan took a deep breathe. She tapped his penis with her shoe softly. “Many rewards await a warrior Dan,” said Ms. Larson as she slowly stoked his erection with her shoe. Dan was paralyzed in feat by her authoritative personality.

Ms. Larson removed her foot. “The girls are coming in now Diane, stay and take notes. I want to see which one of them is a go-getter,” instructed Ms. Larson as she left the room.

“Good luck Dan,” said Ms. Larson as he looked over to see her leave the room. Diane meanwhile moved some of the chairs around Dan while he lay still on the floor paralyzed in fear and confusion.

Suddenly the three girls entered the room, shocked to see Dan on the floor with his penis out of his pants.

“Ladies, welcome,” said Diane gleefully. “Were you prepared on your assignments this morning?” asked Diane. Each girl nodded an enthusiastic yes and took their seats as they giggled and pointed at Dan’s erection.

Diane moved her chair closer to Dan’s body and sat down. She placed both of her wedge heels on his cock, pushing it firmly down to his chest. Dan winced in discomfort as he glanced over to see all three girls staring at him with a smirk on their faces.

“Candice?” asked Diane as the perky blonde raised her hand. “What did you learn today from Ms. Hancock?” asked Diane as Candice sat up in her chair.

“Um, I learned that Gretchen has a policy of abusing their male employees and making them their slaves” giggled Candice as the other two girls snickered in laughter.

“Ladies,” asserted Diane “let’s show some professionalism here please.”

“Sorry,” said the girls as they slumped back in her chair and crossed their legs.

“I know this is unusual as far as interviewing is concerning,” said Diane, “but your performance in this room will determine if you’re truly Gretchen material” explained Diane. “You’ll be judged on your character, your cruelness, your charm and your ability to cause the male vast amounts of pain,” explained Diane. “Is that understood?” All three girls nodded their heads while Dan squirmed beneath Diane’s feet. Sensing Dan was getting antsy she skillfully stroked her wedges against his cock, keeping it fully aroused.

“Now before our subject decides to run away on us, Candice would you like to go first?” asked Diane. Candice angrily stood up and positioned herself between Dan’s legs. Diane removed her wedge heels from Dan’s cock and sat back a few feet. Candice kicked Dan’s legs apart and stood inches from his balls. She smiled at him sweetly as she put her 3” heel on his erection, pushing it towards his chest like Diane had. Dan grimaced in pain as Candice pushed down his penis firmly. The other girls watched intently as did Diane. Candice then removed her foot allowing his erection to spring up. She took a step back and without hesitation blasted the toe of her shoe into his penis causing Dan to emit a bloodcurdling scream. The girls laughed as Candice was taken aback by the pain she caused him, putting her hands over her mouth in shock.

“Very good Candice,” said Diane assuringly as she jotted down some notes. Dan curled up into a ball as tears welled in his eyes. “You may have a seat,” said Diane as Candice sat down while the other girls giggled softly with her.

“Emily?” asked Diane. Emily, the Asian girl, rose to her feet. “Killer heels,” remarked Diane as Emily smiled and lifted up her shoe showing off her heel. “Go to it girl!” said Diane cheeringly as Emily glanced down at Dan crumpled beneath her feet. Emily bent down and whispered into Dan’s ear. “I can make you feel much better. Just lie still and I’ll suck your cock for you,” said Emily seductively into Dan’s ear. Dan resisted at first, but slowly rolled on his back while Emily played with his hair.

“Good boy,” said Emily as she nibbled on his ear and kissed his neck. Diane looked on intently as she monitored Emily’s control over Dan. Dan’s erection had subsided a bit but was starting to respond to Emily’s soft kisses. Emily ran her hands down his chest as she climbed aboard his chest, facing his crotch. Emily ran her ass backwards so Dan’s face would get a good look as she stretched her hands forward caressing his penis. Within seconds Dan was fully erect again as Emily’s skillful fingers stroked his erection. She slid forward and slowly engulfed his penis with her mouth as promised. Dan took a deep breath as Emily’s soft lips pulsated up and down on his erection.

Emily looked up at Diane and smiled. Diane returned the smile as Emily removed her lips from his penis and sat upright on him. She swung her legs forward so that they were around his erection and she slid her ass backwards towards his face. The other girls moved forward in their chairs awaiting her next move as Emily slowly coaxed his erection playfully with her shoes.

“Do you like that Dan?” asked Emily as she slid her 4” red heels slowly up and down his shaft. Dan murmured a barely audible grunt as Emily stroked his penis faster with her heels causing Dan to groan a little louder. “Good, Dan,” said Emily as she kept up her pace. Dan’s legs trembled in pleasure as Emily expertly jerked his cock with her heels. Sensing he was about to cum Emily stopped her jerking and let Dan catch his breath. His erection pulsed but she stopped just in time to avoid having him cum. Diane nodded in approval and jotted more notes. Emily slowly lifted herself off his body and stood between his legs with her hands on her hips. Dan’s eyes were closed as he was trying to grasp have been denied releasing. Suddenly Emily kicked him hard in the balls with the toe of her shoe. Her blow slightly missed his balls kicking his thigh instead causing a loud slap throughout the room. Before Dan could cover up, Emily followed up with another two quick kicks, both on target, causing Dan to scream in pain.

“That’s better,” said Emily as she watched Dan squirm in pain at her feet curled up in a ball.

“Good work Emily,” said Diane as Emily found her seat. The other girls gave her high-fives as Diane finished taking notes.

“Lisa, you’re next,” said Diane as the curvy Latina stood up.

“That’s gonna be hard to top, but I’ll do my best,” said Lisa as she stood over Dan. “Dan, listen to me,” said Lisa in her slight Spanish accent. “Open your legs before I give you something to cry about,” said Lisa as she bent down and pushed him on his back. Dan did as he was told despite really wanting to cover himself up to avoid further damage. Lisa stood up and placed her boot on his chest, digging in the heel slightly as Dan winced in pain. Lisa then stepped up on his chest, digging both heels into his shirt. Dan screamed in pain as Lisa was definitely not the lightest girl to have standing on your chest in stiletto heels. After a few seconds Lisa stepped off as Dan let out a scream in pain. Lisa placed her boot on his face, pressing his cheek into the floor.

“You gonna cry like a baby?” asked Lisa sarcastically as she pressed her heel into his cheek. Dan couldn’t answer as her heel was buried into his cheek. Finally Lisa let go as Dan grabbed his face feeling for holes in his skin.

Diane took down notes as Lisa kicked Dan in the ribs causing Dan to howl in pain. The girls admired Lisa’s ruthlessness but were shocked by how hard she was kicking him. Dan tried to roll onto his side but Lisa sat quickly on his stomach, keeping him on his back.

Lisa leaned forward and slapped Dan across the face hard. Dan went to cover his face allowing Lisa to lean backwards and punch him square in the balls. Dan couldn’t sit up since Lisa was sitting on his stomach so Lisa got in a few more punches and open handed slaps to Dan’s nuts while Dan furiously tried to kick her off of him.

Lisa, sensing she might get thrown off Dan, grabbed his penis in her hands and dug her fingernails in tightly. Dan’s legs froze as Lisa instructed him to lay still. Lisa smiled as she dug her nail in deeper causing Dan to wince loudly in pain. Diane was sick of hearing Dan scream so she went over to Dan and pushed his face to the ground with her wedge heel and told him to be quiet. Lisa meanwhile dug her nails in deeper, drawing traces of blood from Dan’s penis. Dan struggled to free himself but Diane’s heel on his face and Lisa’s grip with her nails on his penis was making every move he made hurt even more.

“Lisa you can release your grip now,” said Diane laughing as tears started trickling down Dan’s face.

Lisa released her fingers and saw the trickles of blood on his battered erection and laughed. “Ooh… I should really cut these nails huh?” laughed Lisa as she examined her fingernails causing the other girls to laugh. Lisa stood up and found her seat as Diane gave the girls a round of applause.

“Well done ladies,” said Diane as Dan just lay there in a crumpled mess, blood trickling from his penis and face red from Diane’s wedge heels. Diane removed her wedge from his face but just as quickly jumped up onto his chest, balancing herself.

“All three of you did a great job today…” started Diane as she steadied herself on Dan.

Suddenly Candice raised her hand. “Yes Candice?”

“I feel like I had a disadvantage going first,” moped the perky blonde. “The other girls were more vicious than me but I didn’t know what was expected. Can I go ahead and get another chance?” asked Candice with a sullen face.

“Well… Candice,” explained Diane “luckily there is a part two to this interview, in which you’ll be judged on individual skills. So you’ll be able to make up for it then,” continued Diane with a wink.

Candice nodded in approval as Diane walked over Dan’s chest and between his legs, pushing his erection down towards the ground causing Dan to squirm in pain. After a few seconds Diane stepped off of him. Before Dan could close his legs in defense, Diane slammed her wedge heel into his balls hard, causing Dan to emit a barely audible scream as he once again curled up into a ball clutching his battered groin.

“Now that Dan isn’t going anywhere for a while, let’s take a water break shall we,” said Diane as she rounded the girls up and walked out of the room.