James reached out towards them, and Jenny smiled as he did. "It's okay. You can touch my boobs. I don't mind if you do it," she giggled.
Just as he could almost touch them, suddenly another voice broke in. "James! You are spending too much time staring at your coworkers! You have work do to!"
His daydream was shattered. Cindy, his hot new boss was yelling at him. He blushed bright red. Jenny, sitting across the room, laughed at his embarrassment.
"Yes, ma'am. I'm sorry."
"Sometimes I think that your genitals are the only part of your nervous system that's actually paying any attention to your surrounding."
"Sorry," he added, sheepishly.
"You know what? I'm gonna put that to the test. Your nuts are on the line today. You're supposed to have 100 totals done by the end of the day. For every one which is missing or which has a mistake in it, I'm gonna kick you in the nuts."
"What? You can't do that!"
"Oh, of course, I can. Didn't you read the text of your two-year contract? It specifically says that your boss is allowed to use corporal punishment on you in the event of unsatisfactory performance. So you better have those totals done and done correctly if you don't want to get a taste of my heels."
She strode away, leaving him shaking in fear. He'd never been kicked in the balls before, but he'd seen to done to other guys many times, and it looked agonizing. He tried not to think about it and just work on his totals, but thoughts of her destroying his vulnerable manhood kept floating into his head.
"Oh boy are you in trouble!"
"Hi, Jenny," he said, looking up, trying not to let himself be distracted by Jenny's figure and failing. Jenny's big, pointy tits rarely left James' mind and when she was this close, his mind usually pretty much just shut off. She was a slender, pretty girl with a rack which was clearly disproportionate and appeared to defy gravity to an extent which amazed, astonished, and aroused James.
"There's no way you're gonna get that done, especially without mistakes. She's definitely going to kick those big nuts of yours."
James had not realized that Jenny had noticed that his nuts were large, and that knowledge combined with his attraction to her and her close proximity lead to him swallowing very nervously and also an immediate erection.
Not getting any verbal response, Jenny continued, "Have you been kicked in the nuts before?"
"Uh, no."
"Wow! Really? Never?"
"No. I'm really nervous about it."
"Oh, you should be. It hurts guys a lot. I'd feel bad for them if the whole thing wasn't so hilarious."
"What do you mean hilarious?"
"Oh, you know, it's just funny seeing a guy get punted in the plums and then rolling around on the floor. There's just something about it that makes me glad to be a girl, unlike you poor fellows with your fragile balls."
"Please Jenny, could you help me out? I think I can probably get enough done if I can stay focused. Maybe you could double check my math for me, to make sure I don't get any wrong?"
"Ha, nope. This is your problem. And honestly, I kind of want to see her kick you in your balls. I like you, but that's gonna be really funny."
"Oh, God," he felt so nervous.
"Plus, if I were really gonna help, the best thing I could do would be to put my coat on and hide these puppies away so you'd stop being so distracted."
"Wait, you know that I've been, um, looking?"
"Dude, you are not subtle. It's fine, though. You're cute and I like you. You can stare all you want as long as you don't let my girlfriend catch you when she comes to pick me up. She's the jealous type."
"Um, okay."
"It's cool. I know I've got great tits. You can enjoy the scenic view of my mountains all you want. You know, as long as you don't mind getting your balls kicked by Cindy."
"Oh, God. I'm gonna get destroyed."
"Yup! Good luck!" And with that, Jenny went back to her desk. But James erection was as hard as ever now that he knew he had permission to look and now that he'd just talked to her about her boobs and about his nuts.
That afternoon, he tried his best to stay focused, trying to keep his eyes off of Jenny's generous assets, although it was hard now that every time he looked over, she gave him a little smile and pushed her chest out a little. The thought of having his nuts beaten made his heart pound with nervousness. He tried his best, though. And he was working on number 96 when he heard the telltale clack-clack sound of Cindy's heels coming his way.
"Well," he thought to himself, "five isn't so bad. I guess I could handle five kicks to the balls. I guess." His heart was racing.
"So," she said, as she approached, "how did you do?"
"Um, ninety-five completed."
"Well, that's almost adequate. Five kicks is still a good amount, though. You'll probably not enjoy that. And let me run the one's you've submitted through the AI to check for any errors."
James swallowed hard. He thought he'd done them all correctly.
"Twenty-seven errors it counts. Twenty-seven. Fortunately, you're only getting penalized per total and several of those were in the same totals. So thirteen totals with errors, for a total of eighteen kicks to your balls. Stand up and spread your legs."
"Do I really have to?" he looked up at her nervously, shaking slightly with fear. She was a very fit, attractive woman in her forties who kept her dark hair in a very severe bun.
"Yes. Yes, you do. And right now or things will get much worse for you."
James gave in and stood up. He was tall and slender with broad shoulders but was not muscular. His angular face looked nervous, especially his deep green eyes. He was almost a head taller than his boss, but it was still clear who was in control. This woman was going to be kicking his manhood. He spread his legs apart, and he closed his eyes, afraid of what was coming.
Her foot lashed out immediately and landed true, smashing against his big balls. He screamed in pain and collapsed to the floor, his nuts were in agony. It hurt even worse than he imagined. As he writhed on the floor, he heard peals of laughter. He opened his eyes just a little. All the men from the office seemed to have evaporated, but the women were there watching. Jenny was front and center, her pretty face smiling and laughing at his agony.
"That's one," Cindy said. "Time for you to get back up."
"Please. It hurts so bad."
"It's supposed to. Now I'm your boss giving you an order to get back up. So you had better do it or there will be worse consequences."
Slowly James managed to get to his feet and as soon as he was there, the top of her black high-heeled shoe smashed right into his poor aching balls, sending him immediately back to the floor in a howling mess. The girls laughed uproariously.
Over and over this went on, she would threaten and cajole him to stand back up, and when he did once more her foot would find his poor tender nuts. In truth, she wasn't kicking as hard for the later blows, but by the point it didn't hardly matter because they were so tenderized by her first kicks. Each new kick felt to him like it was going to destroy his poor battered testes. But all of his pained faces and writhing in pain just evoked chortles of utmost amusement from the women of the office as they looked on. Jenny seemed to smile so widely and laugh so enthusiastically that she seemed like she was going to perhaps pull a muscle from her laughter alone.
Finally, he managed to rise on legs with barely the stability of a pair of noodles and take his eighteenth devastating kick to his poor nuts, now bruised in several places and swollen to twice their normal size. With this kick, he was finally able to stay down and just clutch at his injured groin and moan. He heard the clacking of his boss's heels this time as she walked away, leaving him there on the floor. The show was over, and the other women headed home at the end of their day. Jenny, once she managed to stop laughing, went and fetching him an icepack before she met her girlfriend at the front entrance to get a ride home.
James just lay there on the floor holding the icepack on his swollen testes for perhaps an hour before dragging himself up and heading to his car. Each step jostled his injured nuts, and it was a long walk through the parking lot to his car. He felt better once he was seated in his car until it got in motion and then every little bump in the road caused another little wave of discomfort in his thoroughly tenderized testicles.
This had been the most painful afternoon he'd ever had, and he kept thinking to himself that he would do whatever he could to avoid having anything like this ever happen to him again. And yet, he couldn't help wondering why, every time he thought about his boss punting his balls while Jenny looked on and laughed, he would get an especially stiff boner.
Note: Someone asked me if I would write them a short ballbusting story using a name they provided. I don't promise to do this for other people, but I hadn't finished anything in a while, so I said I would. I asked him for the name and a brief description of the girl. He gave me a name, but didn't give me a brief description. But the name is the same name as a girl I knew back before I was married who I thought was really cute, so I used her appearance instead. He had also asked for some tying up, so that's why that's included. Anywhere, here's a short ballbusting vignette with the name Charlotte. I hope you enjoy it.
I'd been infatuated with Charlotte since I'd first seen her. He long legs looked lovely in the short jeans shorts and the white tank top had framed her pert little titties so well and been just short enough that I could see just a little tantalizing half inch of bare skin. But aside from enjoyable glances I'd never really gotten an opportunity to interact with her until our senior year when we wound up in gym class together.
The incident really started the week before when we were playing volleyball. I could spike the ball pretty hard and fast and I accidentally hit her right in the chest. It apparently struck her right in her tit because she yelped and covered her breast with her hand. And then she started to massage it, probably trying to lessen the pain. But watching her doing that, as I stammered that I was sorry, I also definitely got an erection watching her massage it. I felt embarrassed because I was pretty sure that people would see it, so I tried to tuck it subtly into my waistband and kept playing. I'm sure she saw it though, based on what happened the next week when we had a free day outside.
It was warm and sunny and after I did a few laps around the track, as required, I wound up lying in the grass next to the bleachers chatting with a friend. Without meaning to, I dozed off. When I woke up my friends were gone and Charlotte was standing between my legs while three friends of hers stood nearby. I think that they were there to form a little wall so that the coaches couldn't see what was happening. I realized that my legs were splayed open and when I tried to close them, I discovered that while I slept, someone had used a couple of jump-ropes to tie my ankles to posts under the bleacher benches so that I couldn't close them. Looking up at Charlotte I could see that although she looked as pretty as ever in her tight gym shorts and very tight t-shirt, she had an angry smirk on her face, and I realized that she had planned this whole thing, but I didn't know what she was going to do.
"This is what you get, you perv!" she said and then she kicked her foot forward, hard and fast, right into my exposed testicles. I gasped in pain and instinctively tried to close my legs, but the ropes prevented much movement at all, so I just thrashed a little. The agony was radiating up through my gut. And just as I realized that I needed to protect myself with my hands, she kicked again before I could get them there. This kick was even harder. My balls were blazing orbs of agony and my gut clenched and I could even see stars for a moment just from the raw force. The pain paralyzed me and that gave her an opening to kick once more just as hard, devastating my poor tender balls. I jerked in response to that one and managed to move to a position on my side where she couldn't get me and to cover my balls with my hands. I lay there in pain until the end of the gym class when a friend of mine untied me and helped me limp onward to my next class.
This is the story of my Saturday night last week. I need, however, to set the stage. By the time this even rolled around, I was extremely horny. It really started a couple of weeks before. Over the last two weeks, I'd had sex with her twice and only been allowed to cum once.
As I've gotten older, she has started teasing me for longer so that I could be hard and eager when we had sex, but then I wound up walking a razor's edge. Too little teasing and I wasn't staying hard, too much and I was cumming too quickly and not satisfying her. After struggling with this a while I wound up turning to my new favorite recreational drug: sildenafil, street name: Viagra. I had resisted for a while partially because of the cost and partially because I wasn't having generallized difficulty getting hard, just problems staying hard enough during sex. But once it went generic, I decided to give it a try.
Well, let me say, it completely takes care of any problems getting hard or staying hard. I feel like a teenager again. It was funny, the first time I tried it, the way my wife tested if I was really staying hard was to first slap it back and forth for a while and then punch the shit out of my balls for a bit. When I was still hard, she was pleased.
However, by this point she had gotten pretty used to teasing me all week. We have a signal now. I'm a night owl and she's an early bird, so she's always awake before me. I had talked about how it's fun to sometimes be woken up at times when I need to be woken up by having her rub her boobs in my face. (For anyone who hasn't seen our videos, she wears a size 36M at this point, so they are definitely big soft boobs.) She wound up deciding that this would be a good teasing signal to let me know that I wasn't allowed to cum. Initially, she seemed to make a decision about when she should and shouldn't let me cum. Now, she mostly just does it every day. Sometimes I wake up with her pressing them right against my eyes and nose, other times sort of dragging them back and forth across my face so that the weight of them flops against it. However she does it, it's terribly sexy and always gets me going to a moment or two. And then because it's early in the morning, I tend to fall back asleep. Still, though, it's a sexy way to start out a day of not being allowed to orgasm.
But the difficulty with this is that she's now made it a habit to do this every morning. And that meant that with the Viagra, I was being teased for like a week or so and then when I would finally get a chance to be inside, I was rock hard and felt lots of sensation and then came in no time flat. So to solve that problem, we turned to my new second favorite recreational drug: benzocaine, street name: anbesol. It numbs the skin. It doesn't make it so I can't cum despite what some of the sexy teasing stories suggest, but it does definitely dull the sensations sufficiently that I rarely have any trouble staying in control. So viagra to make me rock hard and anbesol to keep me from cumming.
They're a pretty potent cocktail and now she can ride me to her heart's content. And then once she is content, she either gives me permission to cum or sometimes she just climbs off and says she's done in which case, I don't get to cum.
So I'd been allowed to cum on a Friday and then she'd teased me until the next Friday when she'd ridden me, but not let me cum. And then Sunday, she rode me again and this time let me cum, but just once because Monday morning, I was back on denial. When I've been denied for nine days, I've usually pent up enough that I could easily cum more than once. Being allowed only one wasn't denial, obviously, but I was pretty horny again by just a day later. And then I'd been teased a whole additional week after that.
So Friday night rolled around and before I put the kid to bed, I sneakily asked my wife if I should do anything to prepare for the evening. I expected that she might tell me to take some viagra and do some numbing once the kid was asleep, but instead she told me to put on my cock ring.
A while ago, I found a silicone cock ring which fits me very well. Normally, my balls tend to be able to sort of escape down under the loose skin in my groin area, but the cock ring which goes around the base of the cock and balls keeps my testicles out and exposed. We had done the same thing before with a metal cock ring, but the silicone one is soft enough that if she punches me, there's no risk of her hurting her hand. So after I put the kid to bed, I put on my cock ring.
She came up about a half hour later, once the kid was asleep, and when she came in, told me to get naked. I stripped down and lay on the bed. She took her clothes off and climbed onto the bed on her knees. I was so teased that at this point, I was already rock hard in my cock ring by the time she got her clothes off.
And then she said to me, "How much do you want to have my boobies in your face?"
I replied, "A whole lot."
"Oh, a whole lot, well, I think I can work with that." And saying that, she came and knelt beside me and punched me hard in the nuts. With my poor nuts trapped there, each blow was huge. After just a couple I was fighting the urge to bring my legs together. And after a couple more, they kept rising up off the bed, trying to come together, although I managed to keep them apart. She hit me in the nuts about a dozen times each punch hard and solid. There was a part of me which was surprised enough by how hard her punches were that I just wanted to give up right there. But I found myself resolving inside that I must allow her to beat them as hard as she wanted. And once I decided that, I was more able to take the remaining blows because I found it sexier, even if no less painful.
After she finally relented, she came over and dangled her large breasts into my face, rubbing them against the upper part of my face: my eyes, nose, and forehead, being careful to keep her nipples away from my lips in order to tease me. I slowly stroked myself as she rubbed her heavy breasts against my face, knowing that I was not allowed to cum yet.
After a couple of minutes, she pulled back and said. "I bet you'd like them in your face again."
"Yes, please," I said.
And then, once more she began walloping my balls, punching them forcefully with a closed fist, usually landing a knuckle in about the middle of the testicle. My legs rose back up above the bed trying to close as my face contorted in pain. But I kept them apart, still vulnerable to the blows she was landing on my increasingly tender nuts. She once again punched them forcefully about a dozen times.
And then, once she was done, she shifted over and once again put her boobs back in my face. This time she pressed them against me, pushing them back and forth across my upper face, squishing her right breast right against the side of my face and holding it there for a bit before rotating her chest, causing her right breast to shift off and her left breast to instead push against my face. She was pushing hard enough that whichever breast was pressed against me actually felt hard due to the pressure as it spread out against my face.
After a two or three minutes had passed, she drew back again. "I bet you'd like them back in your face some more."
"I would," I replied.
And once more she began to punch my balls hard and even a little quicker this time. The higher pace made it harder to resist, but I was so horny at this point, so thoroughly teased that even as the pain got more intense, I didn't find it as hard to keep my legs open. She laughed as my face controted in pain and my legs tried to come together.
"That's quite a reaction I'm getting," she commented.
I was so, so hard, letting her pummel my tender orbs while her big breasts swung back and forth with every punch. Finally after a dozen or so punches, she relented and my legs collapsed back to the bed. She climbed forward once more and this time, as she dangled her breasts, she brought her nipples tantalizingly close to my lips, sometimes even briefly brushing them across my lips before pulling them away. I touched myself very gently. I was so close to the edge. Her teasing me with her nipples was having the desired effect. I wanted so badly just to suck on the point of her teat. Once or twice I even managed to get the nub of her nipple just into my lips before she pulled it away quickly.
When she pulled her breasts away again, I knew that at this point I was so wound up that she could do anything she wanted to my poor balls. I thought that she was going to just ask me again if I would like her breasts back in my face. And, well, of course, I did and, of course, I would let her continue pounding my balls and watching my reaction as much as she cared to.
But instead she surprised me by asking me "Would you like to cum?"
Of course, I said "Yes, please!" I was a little worried that it was going to be a trick, that she might only be asking if I wanted to, not allowing me to.
And as she started punching my balls even more painfully (I'm not sure if she was punching harder or if I was just getting more tender), I wasn't sure, but I knew I must let her abuse my nuts if I were to have any chance of cumming. She did not land quite so many blows that time, perhaps just eight or so.
But then she took a moment's breather and asked "And would you like to cum with boobies in your face?"
"Yes, please."
She resumed punching, this time smashing my vulnerable testicles about a half dozen times with her hard fist, chuckling as I convulsed in response, my legs once more in the air, trying to close.
And then she stopped again. "Would you like to cum with a nipple in your mouth?"
I knew my answer, of course, but I also knew that this was the last question, and I wondered how many punches this would cost. "Yes, please."
Once more another six hard punches delivered one after another by her right hand, only separated by brief pauses for me to writhe and her to chuckle.
And then she stopped and leaned over towards me, bringing her right nipple down to my mouth. I sucked it eagerly and began stroking with my right hand on my cock. In less than thirty seconds, I was shooting great streaks of cum across my own stomach and chest.
When I was done, she sat up and got me a towel. "It's a lot of fun playing with you," she said, smiling.
"It's fun being played with," I replied. "Thank you!"
Blog link in case of problems viewing here. https://smackmynuts.blogspot.com/2019/08/ballsbounty-epilogue.html?zx=b1d055761329c2d5
It was about ten months later, and everything had been going well. Our personalities had really clicked, and I was loving having her as my girlfriend. In addition to just the normal couple things, the ballbusting was amazing. Kicking, kneeing, squeezing, slapping, pulling, and punching had all become a regular part of our foreplay. Normally she’d take her top off and we’d spend about a half an hour with some mix of me worshipping her tits and her beating the crap out of my balls before we even got anywhere close to actual sex.
And when we did get to the sex that was amazing, too. She would always ride on top of me and once I was inside, she liked making these tiny little motions where she leaned just a little forward or back in order to just barely move the tip of my cock against her g-spot. It would make her cum so hard, but I barely got any stimulation. So usually, I would be there rock hard inside her while she got off over and over again for a half hour or so. And then sometimes she would move more and let me cum inside her, but more than half the time, she would just slide me out and tell me that she was done with me. Let me tell you, nothing brings on the blue balls quicker than that.
I often had to wait two or three days between orgasms, so I was pretty horny most of the time. One time she had teased me for a week straight until I was a mess.
On this particular day, we’d had sex in the afternoon, after what was actually a much more gentle ball busting than usual, and it had ended, like it often did, with her just climbing off and leaving my hard cock waving in the air. Afterwards, she’d changed into an outfit which seemed familiar for some reason, but I couldn’t quite place it. The outfit was a very tight and short mini skirt which showed off her lovely legs and a very tight sweater which hugged her pointy tits. Also, she very clearly wasn’t wearing a bra, which I thought was pretty damned sexy.
I had trouble keeping my hands off her, but she didn’t mind. It helped that Emma had gone home for the weekend, so we had the place to ourselves. Zepz wasn’t letting things go any further than the occasional grope, however. And then, that evening, after dinner, while we were cuddling on the couch watching some television (and occasionally groping each other), there was a knock on her door.
“You should get that,” she told me. So I did.
When I opened the door, I was very surprised to see Whitney. “Oh, uh, hi!” I said.
“Hi!” she said with a big grin like she was excited about something, although I wasn’t sure what. As she came in I realized that she was wearing the same outfit that Zepz was and that’s when it clicked why it was familiar: it was the exact same outfit that Whitney had worn when she’d kneed my balls at the start of the whole BallsBounty adventure.
“So, um, what’s up?” I asked.
But rather than let Whitney answer, that’s when Zepz intervened. “Surprise!” she said. “I’ve planned something special for you.” When I turned to look, she was smiling as she got out a tripod and started to attach her phone to it. She continued, “It occurred to me that when you were rescuing me, you didn’t really get to enjoy the ballbusting because you were worried about me and about what was going on. And because it all happened so quickly. So we’re doing it all over again. I used BallsBounty to contact all the different girls who kicked or kneed you and explained the whole story, about how I got kidnapped and how you took all those kicks in order to save me, but also how you do have a fetish for it but hadn’t really gotten to enjoy it. And they all agreed that you deserve a reward kicking, although some of them wanted another fifty dollars and Devya insisted that she get to wear the boots this time.”
I swallowed nervously at that news, but otherwise, my cock was now stiffening in my pants.
She continued, “So this time, we’re going to do things a little more slowly, one girl or group of girls per night. And we’ll get video of all of them, and I’m going to participate too. I even went tiny bikini shopping with Alyssa.” Just thinking about that made my mouth dry and my cock hard. “Oh, and some of them like Whitney here asked if they could do more than one kick, oh, knee in her case, and I told them that of course they could.”
“I need the practice,” Whitney said, smiling at me with a distinctly predatory grin. I swallowed hard, remembering how hard the knee had been.
“And, of course,” Zepz continued with a grin, “like last time, no cumming until you rescue me. How does that all sound?”
“It sounds amazingly hot,” I said, as I shut the door. I turn towards them and spread my legs apart. Zepz turned on the camera and Whitney began my first reward busting.
Blog link in case you have trouble reading it here. https://smackmynuts.blogspot.com/2019/08/ballsbounty-chapter-7-hard-evidence.html
I felt so much weight off of my mind. Zepz was safe. The mystery was solved. At around ten, my friend headed back to his room, and I checked my email. I noticed that Alyssa had emailed me the videos of her kicking me in her bikinis and her roommate kicking me in that low cut top. As I said way back at the start of this tale, I had been studying hard for an exam before all of this happened and hadn’t masturbated, and then I’d held off that morning for fear that I wouldn’t be able to take the busting if I wasn’t horny. So by this point, I was really, really horny. With the privacy and the very sexy clip of a tremendously busty girl kicking my balls and having her nipple slip out in the process, I found myself raring to go.
But once I’d gotten it out and was wanking my way quickly towards climax, my phone rang. The caller ID said it was Emma. I considered just letting it go to voicemail, but I figured I should talk to her and then wank afterwards. It wasn’t, however, Emma. It was Zepz.
“Hey,” she said, “it’s Zepz. The police still have my phone. The fact that they found it in his house is being logged into evidence and stuff. They say I can have it back in a day or two. So that’s why I borrowed Emma’s phone.”
“That’s cool.”
“Um, so, I’m back home in my apartment. I thought that just being back here would be enough to calm me down, but, well, I still feel vulnerable and sort of scared. And I thought that maybe having my hero come over would make me feel better. So, do you want to come over?”
“Sure,” I said. “I’ll be right over.” I said it because I guessed that a late evening call inviting me over to her place was basically a booty call or something like it. But I did wonder if maybe I should have said I’d be there in a bit and finished wanking before I went. As it was, I wound up just tucking my hard-on in my waistband and heading towards her apartment. When I got there, I called Emma’s phone, and she answered and buzzed me in.
I entered the building and on the first floor hallway, as I was heading towards the stairs, a door opened along the hallway. The redhead who had busted my balls in this building before walked out of it dressed up in a tight green dress and carrying a small purse like she was going out clubbing. I panicked for a moment and then I realized that she couldn’t collect the same bounty twice, plus it was silly of me to assume that she’d want to. Reassured, I calmed down. Well, I calmed down until she called back into the room saying “Hey, the guy’s back! You should kick him, too!”
A blonde head peeked out of the doorway and said, “Ooh!” She strode out into the hallway. She was about average height but was wearing black high heeled shoes which made her look a little taller. She was wearing a tight, short red dress which hugged her figure showing off both her legs and her cleavage. She was about a C-cup, I’d guess, so enough up top to show off some, but not huge. She was between me and the stairs. I could have run back to the front door to attempt an escape, but then how would I get up to see Zepz? Plus I was still horny, so one more hot girl kicking my balls didn’t sound bad.
I stood in place, and she came striding up to me and, when she was close, kicked me right in the crotch. The toe of her pointy high heeled shoe got me smack in the middle of my already tender and swollen left ball. I screamed and collapsed to the floor, thrashing in agony. I didn’t think she’d ruptured it, but god did it hurt. I rolled around on the ground holding my ball for what seemed like forever. Finally, I lay still, just moaning there.
After a bit, I felt arms on mine. The two girls, the redhead and the blonde, were pulling me to my feet. I wasn’t sure why they were doing it, but as I rose a little, the angle let me see right down their tops, so I was inclined to let them. Once I was on my feet, they were each still holding onto one of my arms. When I looked up, I realized why. There was a third girl, a short brunette with big tits. She was also dressed to go clubbing, a tight white tube dress which showed off her big tits and small waist and revealed her legs. Instead of normal high heels like the other two girls wore, she was wearing high-heeled wedge sandals.
And no sooner had I noticed that than one of those wedge sandals was swinging up towards my crotch. She got me with the top of her foot, not her toe, thank goodness, but the added weight of those wedges packs quite a wallop. The kick got me in both balls, but I felt it way worse in the left one and I collapsed to the floor again in agony. I just rolled up in the fetal position and held my crotch. I squeezed my eyes closed and waited for the pain to recede.
I have no idea how much later it was when Emma and Zepz found me there. When I hadn’t shown up after they buzzed me in, they worried and came looking for me. They helped me up to the apartment and laid me down in Zepz’s bed. Emma left, and Zepz closed the door. She had changed out of her party outfit that she’d been wearing for the last several days and was just wearing jeans and a hoodie.It wasn’t a particularly revealing outfit, but there was no hiding the swell of her chest, so I still gave her an appreciative look over. I think she had probably showered because her hair still looked a little wet and there was a little bit of a smell of a floral shampoo or bodywash about her.
“Sorry about that. I should have already turned the bounty off. My fault.”
“That’s okay,” I managed to say without groaning too much.
“I’ll go do it now.” I watched as she used her laptop to log on to the BallsBounty website. I could see that it was showing her a ton of notifications.
Something occurred to me. “When you post a bounty, is there not, like, a message you get to attach to it saying why you want him busted?”
“Nope. They figured it was better for the girls on the site to just trust each other.”
“Wow, so telling them to bust me really was the only available communication.”
“Yeah. I really tried to find some other way. I thought of taking a picture of a sign asking for help and uploading it as a proof of ballbusting for some random guy, but the camera on the phone was busted. You could tell it to take pictures, but it always just came back as all black.”
“Well, I’m glad we managed.”
“I’m glad you managed to find me. The detective said that you did most of the leg work. And according to this website, you got kicked in the balls by, umm, 21 different girls in the process, including whoever got you in the hallway downstairs. Are your balls okay by the way? You looked pretty wrecked.”
“I think I’ll be okay. My left ball has taken a lot of abuse today. It was pretty badly swollen and bruised earlier and I’m pretty sure it still is.”
“Oh, can I see?”
“Sure, I guess.” I stood up from the bed and pulled down my pants and underwear enough to flop my balls out.
“Wow!” she said, looking at them. “That one is pretty swollen and that’s a nice big bruise. That’s hot. How tender is it?” As she asked, she reached out, grabbed it, and gave it a sudden squeeze.
I gasped: the pain from just the little squeeze was still very intense. “Oh, please,” I managed to squeak.
“Wow! That is tender! How’s the other one doing?” She gave it a squeeze as well. I sucked a little air in when she grabbed it, but I otherwise could endure that pain fairly easily, she hadn’t squeezed all that hard and it wasn’t tender like the swollen one. “Not so bad, and his friend is getting interested,” she said gesturing towards my penis which was starting to get erect. “So, tell me, was it hot getting busted by all those girls?”
“It was definitely sexy and when I think about it now, I feel turned on. But at the time, some of it was sexy, but a lot of it was pretty overwhelming.”
“Have you seen the proof photos?”
“No. I don’t have a BallsBounty account.”
“Oh, of course. We should look, then. I bet it would be sexy to see. Do you think you could get hard if you played with yourself while looking at them?”
“Yeah, I’m sure I could,” I was starting to get hard just from the idea of doing that here in front of Zepz.
“Okay. Let’s do that, then. I’d like it if you went ahead and got naked.” She was being pretty forward with me, but honestly, I was okay with that. After some guy had kidnapped her and tried to bend her to his will, if she wanted to be in charge for a bit, I was completely okay with that.
I already had my cock and balls out since she’d been checking on my balls, but I went ahead and striped all of my clothes off. As I was removing my shoes and socks, I looked over and realized that she was taking off her shoes, too. And then she pulled her pants off. When she had said, “Let’s do that, then”, I assumed she had just meant that I would be playing with myself while looking at the proof photos on BallsBounty, but it was dawning on me then that she had probably meant that she’d be playing with herself, too.
She sat back down in the chair at her desk where the laptop was sitting and pulled up the first picture. I went and stood by her where I had a good view. It was Whitney’s selfie she had taken with me curled up on the floor behind her. She was smiling very broadly, looking both very pretty and very pleased with herself. I was on the floor behind her holding my aching nuts.
"Looks like she got you pretty good."
"Yeah. It was a solid and completely unexpected knee. It hurt my nuts pretty bad." I noticed that Zepz had started to gently touch her mound through her yellow cotton panties. It was a pretty sexy photo. I started to gently stroke my cock which was steadily stiffening both from the photo and from seeing Zepz enjoying herself.
She switched to the next photo. There the Asian girl in the elevator also smiling with me on the floor behind her. Her smile was more smug-looking than delighted. She looked pretty sexy in her workout gear. "She looks all set to workout," Zepz commented. "Did she kick you more than once?"
"Nope, just one good kick. I think she was on her way back into the building after jogging when she spotted me."
Things continued that way for the next couple of pictures, her asking me questions, me telling her about how it had happened. And all the while, she gently rubbed her snatch through her panties while I slowly stroked my hard cock.
When we got to the first round of videos, though, the ones with Cynthia kicking me in her sexy outfit like she might go clubbing in and Alyssa in the second bikini, she said, “Ooh! Videos!” She played them and when she actually saw Cynthia kick me in the balls and watched me collapse to the floor, she laughed out loud. “She got you pretty good!”
When she started the one with Alyssa, she said, “Wow! Look at her tits! They’re about as big as mine!” And then when she watched Alyssa kick my balls so forcefully and me collapse so quickly, she added “A kicker after my own heart. She really didn’t hold back!”
“Yeah, it was really painful.”
“Those last two videos looked like they were in the same apartment. Did you make some sort of deal? You had to know that something was up before the second one.”
“I knew before the first one. Alyssa, that’s the second girl, she’s been a project partner of mine in the past. She has a boyfriend at home, but she sent me a text saying that she needed a guy’s opinion about which bikini was sexier and asking me to come over. Thinking of her showing off big boobs in a sexy bikini temporarily made me an idiot, and I started for her place before I realized it was a trap to bust me. But I texted her back and we made a deal. She could bust me so long as she also told me why I kept getting kicked. Well, that and she really did have to wear a sexy bikini when she kicked me.”
“So, you’re into big boobs?”
“Uh, yeah,” I said, realizing that I’d let that slip.
“I didn’t realize. When you were with Libby I don’t remember you sneaking a lot of glances my way.”
“Well, I mean, she was pretty hot, too. But yeah, I thought your figure was nicer than hers, but I always tried not to show it. I didn’t want her to feel bad or anything. So I never looked unless I was pretty sure that neither of you would catch me looking.”
“Wow. So, if you didn’t want to upset her, why’d you end up dumping her?”
“Because she always talked to me like I was an idiot. I mean, it was more when we were alone than in public, so I don’t know how much of it you heard, but she wasn’t nice. And I kept asking her to stop it, and she wouldn’t. I mean, I’m no dummy. I’ve got like a 3.6 GPA. She was just always more organized and any time I was disorganized she’d do everything short of calling me a moron. I couldn’t take it anymore.”
“Yeah, I don’t remember her talking to you like that in front of me, but some of the things she said to me about you weren’t very kind. She always seemed to think you were sort of incompetent which didn’t really match my impression. It makes sense that you didn't want to have to put up with a girlfriend who had a low opinion of you. From her perspective, it seemed like the break up was all out of the blue, that you two were perfectly happy and then you just dumped her for no reason."
"I really did try talking to her about it before the break up, but she never really wanted to acknowledge that she was doing anything wrong and although she promised to be nicer sometimes, she didn’t really change anything. In the end, I knew that if she didn't treat me with respect, I couldn't be with her in the long term. And I did plan to tell her why I was breaking up with her, but as soon as I got to the breaking up part, she called me an asshole, kicked me in the balls, and shut the door."
“I hadn’t realized that she’d kicked you in the balls. Did you, like, find that hot at the time?”
“Yeah, I did. I didn’t like that she wouldn’t kick me as like foreplay but she would kick me in anger, but, really, it was still extremely sexy having her kick my balls.”
"So, like, putting this all together, does all this mean that what you would like most is a girl who talks to you respectfully, but then kicks you in the balls?”
“Yeah, kinda. I mean it’s hot having a girl exert sexual power over me. Like kicking me in my weak spot or getting me worked up and then giving me blue balls. But I don’t like when the girl doing it actually looks down on me as an individual. Like, I want a girl who thinks I’m pretty great, but wants to then wrap me around their finger and do mean things to me sexually, not conversationally.” I had stopped stroking my cock when we’d started talking about Libby, but I realized that I had started stroking again without meaning to as I fantasized about how I’d like to be treated.
“That does sound like it could be a fun relationship dynamic.” When she said that, I realized that she had started rubbing herself again, too.
We rewatched the videos a couple of times before moving on. I loved seeing Alyssa punt my plums on video and had trouble not going ahead and just ejaculating. But after that we moved on to the other pictures: Brooklyn and Tammi (or vice versa), Juanita, Deyva, and the redhead in the stairs on the way up to talk to Emma. We talked a little about each of them. Zepz was definitely enjoying seeing me curled up on the floor in pain again and again, and honestly, so was I.
When she got to the videos from the Wal-Mart, she asked “Where were these taken?”
“The security room of a Wal-Mart. I tried to buy a cup, you know a protective cup for my balls, but the cashier recognized me and called security on me.”
“You tried to buy a cup? I thought you were enjoying things?”
“Well, I mean, things were sexy, but it was getting too much. All those hard kicks we saw so far, that’s all in one day. I was worried that I was gonna really get seriously injured.”
“I didn’t even think of that when I set the bounty. I figured your nuts could probably take a licking.”
“Well, I mean, clearly they did okay. They’re still intact and everything. But I didn’t know for sure at that point. I mean, especially if all hundred possible girls had cashed in. I might have wound up a eunuch by the end of it all.”
“Aww, I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. You were just trying to escape a very dangerous situation. I mean, that guy might have killed you, and I’m sure he would have tried to rape you at some point. I don’t mind taking kicks to the nuts in order to save you. Even if I’d lost my balls, if it saved your life, it would totally have been worth it.”
She blushed just a little. “You’re sweet.”
“Thanks.”
“But I still like watching you get kicked in your balls.”
“Honestly, so do I. Now that I’m able to look back on it, the whole thing was sexy.”
“I’m glad. Let’s see what’s next. More girls in bikinis?”
“Yeah, by that point, I knew that you were missing, and I was trying to follow your trail after the party. Those girls were sunning themselves in front of a sorority which had security cameras. I let them collect the bounty, and they let me watch their security camera footage.”
“How many? Oh, wow, there are seven. That’s a lot.”
“Yeah, it was pretty painful, but worth it. They had footage of you walking by so I knew which way you were going.”
She then played the videos with her own running commentary saying things like “She got you good!” and “Oh, another busty one!” It was very sexy getting to watch those videos. I remembered the ballbusting, of course, but the videos gave me a completely different view of what was happening, The girls all looked sexy, and it was hot seeing them kick me so enthusiastically. By the end, I was getting close to the edge again. I felt like it would be rude to just start cumming all over Zepz’s desk, so I held back.
She happened to notice how hard I was and how slowly and gently I was stroking myself at that point. “Are you close?”
“Very close,” I answered, honestly.
“Well, don’t do it yet. You’ll hold out for me, won’t you?”
“I guess so,” I said somewhat reluctantly.
“You said you like girls getting you all worked up, right?”
“Yeah, I did say that.”
“So, then I’m in charge of getting you all worked up. So you’re not allowed to cum yet. Not until I say so, okay?” There was an edge in her voice now, enough to say that she really meant it. But it still felt like a playful bossiness, not something where she would have been genuinely angry with me. Still, it was enough to engage me.
“Yes, Ma’am,” I said, trying to indicate that I was going to follow her orders.
“I’m not that old. How about ‘Yes, Miss’?”
“Yes, Miss.”
“That’s better. No cumming, okay?”
“Yes, Miss.”
“Good. Now let’s watch these bikini ones a few more times.”
I groaned a little, worried about my ability to hang on. I was especially concerned when, as we were rewatching the series of them again, she slipped her hand under her panties and appeared to put a finger inside of herself. As she showed them again and then once more, I stroked my twitching cock very gently and slowly managing to not push myself over even as she started making soft moans. Then she replayed the one with the busty sorority girl a couple more times by itself. I could see the girl’s big soft breasts jiggling as she kicked me in the crotch while I heard Zepz fingering herself and moaning. It was difficult to not cum, but I managed. Then she played the whole sorority series again.
Finally we moved on to the last set of proof pictures, the clerk from the convenience store and the two girls from the hallway downstairs from just before. And then when I thought we were all done, she replayed the busty girl from the sorority and then Alyssa’s videos twice apiece. Then she asked me, “Do you know why I like those two the best?”
“No, Miss,” I answered, still playing my role.
“Because, as a chesty girl myself, I find it easiest to imagine myself as them. But, you know, I don’t think imagining is enough. I think I need to hurt your balls, too. I mean, honestly, watching all of this, I feel a little left out. You took all this ball pain for my sake, but I didn’t get to inflict any of it myself. I know you’ve been through a lot today. I mean, that sorority stuff, that was all this morning. So you’ve been busted what, seven plus one plus two, ten times today?”
“Eleven, actually, Miss. The police detective busted my balls, too. She just didn’t submit to BallsBounty.”
Zepz chuckled but then slipped into a sort of a sultry tone. “And, also, you’re my hero who saved me. So you don’t have to let me play rough with your balls, but boy do I want to. And, well, I have a bonus to offer. You still haven’t actually ever really seen my zeppelins when they’re free. You might call me Zepz like my girlfriends, but you’ve never seen them.”
“Wait, is Zepz a nickname? Like because you have big boobs?” I wound up breaking the sort of seductive mood she seemed to be working on with her tone of voice because it had just occurred to me and I couldn’t help but blurt out the question.
“Yup.”
“Really? Now I feel a little bad about calling you Zepz.”
“No, don’t. This is what my friends call me. You call me that because it’s how Libby introduced me. No one calls me Jennifer but my teachers and my parents. I got the nickname from the girls on my high school swim team, and it suits me.”
“Still, that feels weird to call you Zepz just because you have big tits. It feels like calling you Tits McGee.”
“It’s not just because they’re big. It’s because of how pointy they are and how much they stick out rather than hang down.”
I swallowed. That had taken me a little by surprise and now I was trying to visualize. I was still stroking my cock, and I definitely could imagine what she might look like if her big breasts were as pointy as it sounded. It made me extremely eager to see them. And honestly, at this point, I probably would have let her kick me in the balls just because she wanted to. I was terribly hard and for the last while had been watching nothing but ballbusting videos and pictures starring myself getting busted repeatedly. And while I watched this, I was listening to a sexy girl masturbate and moan softly watching it with me. I was so horny, I doubted I could say no to most anything she asked. Any promise of getting to see her big boobs naked was just icing on the cake.
“So,” she continued, “would you like to see them? Or, more importantly, would you like to see them enough that you’re willing to offer up your poor aching nuts for more abuse?”
“Yes, Miss,” I said. “Please abuse my nuts, but not the left one too much. I don’t want to lose it.”
“Oh, that’s true. Well, how about I see if I can make the right one match the left?”
“Yes, Miss” I said, swallowing. I was starting to feel a little nervous, but my throbbing cock urged me on.
“Okay, so first, time for the zeppelins to come out.” First she pulled off her hoodie and her shirt together in one motion and discarded them on the floor. Her bra was quite large, but definitely more round in shape than pointy. Next she reached behind her back and undid it. Then she removed it to reveal some absolutely magnificent tits. They were just as she described, as big as I knew they were, very pointy once no longer confined, and extremely pert.
They really did almost float there sticking out from her rib cage like two zeppelins. The breasts came to a point at the nipples but each nipple was also pointy with a long nub. Once they were naked, she gave them a little shake, for effect. They bounced and shook in front of her, her pointy nipples even sort of shaking separately in front of the main part of her breasts, and I had to stop stroking since I wasn’t allowed to cum yet.
"Okay," she said with a smile. "Time to pay for it. Here, get on my bed."
I laid down on my back on her bed.
"Hands behind your head," she instructed. "And keep them there: you haven't earned touching privileges yet."
I put behind my head, as instructed, and she climbed on top of me, straddling my thighs so that my crotch was in front of her. She was still wearing only panties so I enjoyed watching her lovely form as she climbed on. Just having her there atop me was terribly arousing and my erect cock twitched in anticipation of whatever was to come. My thighs were together, but my balls were on top of them, so I still felt quite vulnerable.
Using her left hand, she encircled the base of my right ball, pushing it up so that it was trapped above her finger and thumb. Then using her right hand, she punched it hard. I had been expecting the blow by the time it came, but still, it took my breath away. I managed, however to not react too much until the second punch landed just a couple of seconds later. That one was enough to make me grunt and squirm in response.
The third blow which quickly followed that one made me involuntarily try to move my thighs, but with her sitting on them, they weren't going anywhere. And when the fourth one came just a couple of seconds later, I was gasping for breath, the relentless assault just overwhelming even my normal breathing process. I felt like I should be moaning or gasping in pain, but I just couldn't find the breath to do it.
She smiled at my reaction to ask this, enjoying the squirming and how much trouble I was having breathing. She gave me a little break to catch my breath.
After a moment I said, "Wow! You hit hard and fast!"
She smiled and said, "And a lot of times!" and punched my trapped right ball again, just as hard. The pain was building with each hit. This one made me shut my eyes for a moment. That mostly just meant that I didn't see the next punch coming. That was the one which finally overwhelmed me. It seemed much harder than the others and when it landed, I could feel my nut distending and an immense pain ran up me. I let out a little “ah” sort of sound and, before I had even thought about it, my hands were off of my head and covering my testicle. It was a slightly odd position to be in because her left hand was still holding my nut from underneath, but now both of my hands were on top so she couldn’t punch it.
“Oh, please,” I said, begging for mercy.
“Do you like the titties?” she asked teasingly.
I wasn’t sure why she was asking, but the unexpected question cut through the pain enough that I just blurted out an answer without thinking at all. “Yes! They’re fantastic!”
“Well, then you’ve got to pay for being allowed to see them,” she said with a sparkle in her eye. “Two more punches should be enough. Move your hands.”
I didn’t really want to, but then I did want to please her, so, slowly, I put them back up towards my head. She still had hold of my ball with her left hand. The moment my hands were on my head, her fist came down hard and fast and smashed my poor trapped nut against her left hand again.
I shuddered in agony. I felt like my ball was about to break the pain was so overwhelming. I was mostly out of it at this point, not even enjoying the view of her magnificent tits or the sexiness of the situation.
I heard her say “Move your hands,” in a sweet voice and only then did I realize that I had instinctively covered myself once more. I did not want to move my hands. My nut was so tender now that I knew that even one more punch was going to be completely overwhelming. I looked up at her plaintively, but when I did, I realized that her right hand wasn’t balled up in a fist ready to strike: it was in her panties, frigging herself silly. “Please,” she said sweetly again, her voice cracking just a little, “just one more.” And I realized that I could see it in her face and in the way her body was quivering, if I let her punch my poor pummeled testical one more time, she was going to orgasm right there on top of me.
I weighed them against each other briefly, her ecstasy, my agony, but really there was no choice. My cock was already getting hard again at the thought as I looked up at her, her pretty face getting flush, her huge pointy tits quivering above me. I knew what I had to do. I moved my hands.
As soon as they were out of the way, her right hand was off of her snatch and balled into a fist. And as I watched, it smashed every so hard into my poor trapped testicle, knuckle first. The world moved in slow motion as it compressed first in the middle distending painfully and then flattened generally and waves of pain and nausea began to flow over me. It was so strong that I found myself instinctively suddenly turning sideways with a jerk, trying to curl up into a ball, but her left hand was still holding my nut in place, so I wound up just adding the pain of a pulled cord to my agony and not moving very far.
I could feel myself being engulfed in the pain and drifting away from the world into just agony but one thing tethered me back to reality and that was the sound of Zepz cumming. Her hand was back at work on her quim, and she was working it vigorously. And soon she was gasping and bucking and her huge tits were quivering and shaking violently as she did. Her orgasm was a sight to behold and even in my battered state, my cock soon found itself erect and twitching, hoping desperately that it would get a chance to please her next.
Instead, though, when the waves of her orgasm had subsided, she leaned down towards me and kissed me. “You’re perfect,” she said, and kissed me again. “You saved me and now you’re letting me torment your balls just so I can get off.” She kissed me again, and I eagerly kissed her back. “You’re so great,” she said and kissed me again.
“You’re worth it,” I said, between kisses. She pressed her chest down against mine, and we made out vigorously, kissing and touching each other, her hands on my face and shoulders, mine on her back and her round pert ass. Soon she was worked up again and rubbing her snatch against my erect cock through her cotton panties. We continued this for a good while, lost in the passion of each other’s bodies.
Eventually, we rolled onto to one side, me on my right side and her in front of me on her left side, and then she pulled back for a little break. “Can I do a little squeezing?” she asked.
“I guess so,” I replied, trying to sound like I still had some control, when in truth my throbbing erection meant that I would have consented to pretty well anything she could have asked.
She was to my right, and this time her left hand went into her panties and her right hand seized my right nut. Instead of cradling it for punching, this time she grabbed it and squeezed it, holding it with her fingers and pressing into the middle with her thumb. Abusing my poor tender nut like that got an immediate reaction from me. I was twitching and moaning and squirming a little back and forth. And she seemed to love that, masturbating herself intensely and doing her own moaning in return.
My cock stayed rock hard despite the abuse to its friend. The whole scenario was painful, but very hot. I was handling it well until she suddenly let go of my right ball and grabbed my swollen left one. As her thumb pressed into my tender brutalized testicle I let out a shriek of pain. This seemed to make her squeeze even harder, and I started to thrash in her grip, trying to get away, but to no avail. Just a few seconds of this, though, was enough to start her on another wave of orgasms.
And as she came she squeezed alternately tighter and looser as the waves of orgasm engulfed her, and I alternately shrieked in pain and collapsed in relief. When her orgasm finally subsided, my erection was long gone.
“Oops,” she said. “I may have overdone that. Is he still all in one piece?” She probed my big tender left ball. It was still intact, although more tender than before. Even her little probes set off shudders of pain. “Sorry. Okay, no more ballbusting. I’ll make it all better.”
She climbed up onto all fours and starting towards me. “How about some boobs in your face? Would you like that?”
“Oh yes,” I replied despite how sapped of energy I was.
“No touching. No sucking or licking the nipples yet. And you can play with yourself, but no cumming.” She came forward so that her big tits, now especially zeppelin-shaped with the weight of them hanging below her chest emphasizing the points of her nipples, which were now at the bottom, were right in my face. She dangled them there, moving them around so that her pointy nipples were in front of my lips and then up just before my eyes, so close that I couldn’t even focus on them, and then back down, tantalizing me with them, almost daring me to touch them or lick them. I stroked my cock extremely gently, mesmerized by her lovely breasts, but I was hard and twitching in no time.
And then she arched her back just a little more, lowering her tits so that her right nipple just brushed my nose. And then she rotated and her left nipple glanced across my forehead. I had to stop touching my cock altogether if I didn’t want to disobey her by ejaculating in enormous spurts right then and there. And then she pressed her right nipple against my cheek and then leaned in, pushing it in. Her breast yielded as she leaned further and further in, spreading the flesh of her big soft tit against the whole side of my face as she leaned further and further in, overwhelming me with it. Soon she leaned so far in that the edge of her breast was even pushing my nose somewhat sideways painfully, but I didn’t complain.
And then she pulled back up. “All better?” she asked.
“Yes, um, everything’s good,” I said, actually meaning that I was as horny as I had ever been in my life.
“Great!” she said. “You’ve been my hero and now taken all this ball abuse to please me. You’re so terrific! So as a reward, I think you should get to cum …” she said, pausing. And in the pause my heart leapt. I was so eager. And then she continued, “... tomorrow.”
My jaw dropped open. Was she serious? She looked at my expression and smiled. “Hey, you told me you like girls who get you all worked up and then blue ball you.”
I sighed, disappointed, but honestly, my cock just got harder at the idea of being teased for a whole additional day.
“Let’s spoon for a while, okay? I feel like being the big spoon,” she said smiling.
That sounded okay, so she rolled over so that she was lying on her bed in a crescent position and invited me to move over there against her. I did. She pulled in tight, positioning herself so that her big tits were squished right against the middle of my back and so that her right hand had access to my groin. She started out giving each of my balls a quick fondle.
“Well,” she said, “I don’t think we quite reached our goal. The right one isn’t as swollen as the left, but I think it’s definitely bigger than when we started.”
“Seems like,” I said. “I don’t think it really would have been great to get it that big. That feels kind of dangerous.”
“True, but dangerous can be kind of hot,” she said, and with that she moved her hand to my cock. She first gave it a squeeze and then started to stroke it gently. I knew I couldn’t take too much without cumming, but honestly, I was so eager to cum, I didn’t say anything, hoping that she would overdo it.
But after the first few light strokes, which were just enough to get me near the edge, there was a pause where she just held my cock in her hand but didn’t move it at all. I could tell she was playing me expertly letting me calm down and I was just starting to feel in control when she applied a few more strokes to my twitching cock and then gave me a slightly longer pause.
Then there were a few more light strokes, a short pause, a few more strokes, and then just as I was about to go over the edge, a pause. And that pause lasted and lasted as my hard cock sat there twitching over and over again. And then I felt her hand relax against my cock a little, and I heard the distinct sound of her starting to snore. For a moment, I thought that maybe this was some sort of mind game or something, but after a bit I faced the simple truth. She’d had an awfully long stressful day beginning while she was still in captivity, and now she was exhausted and had fallen asleep right there.
After a couple more minutes, I was certain that this girl who was all snuggled up against me was now definitely asleep. A certain twitching part of me wanted to try to rouse her, but a combination of the more chivalrous part of me which felt that after the day she’d had she deserved some rest and the more sensible part of me which remembered that she’d said I wasn’t going to get to cum until tomorrow anyway combined to decide instead that I should let her sleep.
It wasn’t all that easy because she was so pressed up against me that I couldn’t move at all without risking disturbing her. Well, except, of course, clearly my cock could twitch in her hand without waking her because it was still doing that. A combination of the sensation of her body against mine, including those incredible breasts of hers still pressed against my back, and the tease of the whole thing left me still completely rock hard.
Honestly, I thought that now that my cock wasn’t getting stroked any more, I would quickly lose my erection, but that wasn’t what happened at all. Intellectually I knew that nothing further was happening, but apparently my reptile brain interpreted having this lovely girl curled around me with her hand on my cock and all the attention from earlier as solid evidence that it should keep my cock rock hard because sex could happen at any moment.
As I lay there watching the clock (it was just after midnight), I was sure that soon my erection would subside as soon as my mind wandered to other things. But, I really couldn’t think about anything other than her and how much my balls had been abused. Half an hour after she’d fallen asleep I was still hard and twitching, and I thought I could feel the blue balls setting in which was then something else sexy to bump around in my mind.
A half an hour later, I was still rigid and my balls were definitely blue. I felt like I was at a point of no return where the tease was just sustaining itself because I couldn’t think of anything else other than how hard my cock was. Another half hour later, now an entire hour and a half since she’d fallen asleep, I couldn’t believe that I was still lying there with her limp hand on my erect cock.
After a full two hours of lying there the cramps I was getting from not moving were finally hurting more than my blue balls, but it seemed like my cock muscles had cramped into position in a way that left me hard rather than soft. I was starting to worry a little about if this was dangerous, but honestly, that was hot, too. And the other bit which was starting to really nag at me was my bladder.
So, finally, I got up, unentangling myself from her. She didn’t appear to stir much, and I felt relieved. She did deserve to have a good sleep after her ordeal. I headed to the bathroom. I stood in front of the toilet squeezing under the head of my cock, pushing it down in the direction of the toilet bowl, and visualizing waterfalls in the hopes that I could actually pee without spraying the walls. Finally, I got it just bendy enough that I was able to aim for the bowl. Once the stream of urine started flowing, things naturally softened up a little and were easier.
The force with which the urine came out was a little surprising to me, though. All that pent up need to cum was perhaps adding to the intensity of the stream of urine. And after it was all out, I actually felt a little less horny as well. My cock was mostly deflated and pointed down by the end of peeing and somehow the release of urine had substituted in some small way for the release of cum. After washing my hands, I headed back to bed intending to get to sleep and thinking that I might actually be able to.
When I got there, she had shifted position. And looking at her sleeping form there in the half light, her slender limbs splayed out, her wide hips and narrow waist being especially emphasized by the way she was lying on her side, her pretty hair across the pillow, and her big amazing breasts, one lying atop the other, my cock came right back to life. She looked so sexy and feminine. And her lying there in the bed I’d just left just pushed into my head again ideas about how amazing it would be to have sex with her. And before I knew it, I was right back at full mast as if nothing had intervened.
I started stroking my cock imagining how nice it would be to get inside her. It felt amazing to stroke again, but I was crazy sensitive and I had to stop again after a few seconds if I was going to obey her order to not cum yet.
I just stood there for a few more minutes admiring her form with my hard cock jutting before me in the half light. And then eventually, I figured that I had to try to get to sleep in some form. The carpet didn’t look very comfortable, so I decided to get back in bed even at a risk of disturbing her.
I sat down on the edge of the bed and then tried to snuggle back into her spoon even though she had shifted some. She woke a little and put her arm around me. She leaned her head forward and kissed me on my cheek. I turned my head towards hers, and we kissed on the mouth. She scooted over and pulled me down onto her bed so that I was lying on my back. She snuggled up against me, putting her body part way across mine: her right tit pressed against my chest, her right thigh now between my legs, pressing gently against my hard cock.
She kissed me again and sighed with an “mmm” and fell back asleep again. I lay there still hard and still unable to do anything about it. If I turned my head just a little I could see the clock. For half an hour I just watched the digits advance and tried unsuccessfully not to think about my hard cock, my aching balls, or the sexy, sexy girl snuggled up against me.
And then eventually, I realized that I hadn’t seen the last ten minutes go by on the clock and then a bit later realized that I hadn’t seen a whole hour. And although it didn’t feel like it, I was actually sleeping. And then, what felt like just a bit later the whole room was full of light and I was alone in the bed.
I felt so frustrated that she was gone. And my cock was now hard with morning wood. I wasn’t sure I could stop myself from touching it and cumming. She had said I could cum today, but I felt like I had earned something more than just a lonely wank in a sexy girl’s bedroom after she’d left for class and then a walk of shame home afterwards. And then, just as I was reaching out to grab hold of my erection, I heard a flush from the bathroom.
I put my hand back at my side as she came bouncing back into the room, full of light and air and still wearing nothing but a pair of panties. “Oh good, you’re up!”
“Yeah.”
“Oh, and in more ways than one. Thanks for sleeping over, by the way. I didn’t feel anxious once you were here. And sorry about last night.”
“Sorry? What are you sorry about?”
“Well, I didn’t really mean to give you blue balls. I was just going to tease you a little more. When I said you couldn’t cum until tomorrow, it was like 11:55. So I was just going to tease you for like ten or fifteen more minutes until it was after midnight and then say, ‘Surprise! It’s tomorrow!’ and give you an awesome blow job. But, um, I fell asleep. Sorry!”
“It’s okay. You had had a long day.”
“That’s true. So, it looks like you might still be up for a blow job.”
“Yes! Definitely!”
“Here,” she said, “sit right here.”
I moved to the edge of the bed, and she had me scoot out so that my butt was on the bed, but my cock was sticking out into the air while my balls dangled down. She knelt down in front of the bed and grabbed my hard dick with her hands and started working the shaft with them while she used her mouth to lick and suck the head of my cock.
I’d love to give you a long, drawn out description, but the fact of the matter is that I was so turned on, that I was ready to blow in about twenty seconds. “Oh, God!” I said. “I’m gonna cum!” And right as I said this, she took her right hand off of my shaft and punched me hard hitting my right nut with an exacting and intensely strong blow.
It felt like she had punched the cum right out of me, and I spurted and spurted in intense waves of orgasm. She sucked all the cum down continuing to stimulate my cock head with her tongue until I finally stopped bucking in pleasure.
“That looked like it was pretty good.”
“Oh, God, yes,” I said, smiling.
“So,” she said. “I’m going to get a quick shower and then head to work. I’m sure everyone will be relieved to see me. Can you come over again tonight? And maybe the next few?” she said with an air of hopefulness which made me realize that she was asking for something which was likely going to be much more than casual. She sort of shifted a little, waiting for my answer and I realized that she might not know how thrilling the idea of being her boyfriend sounded to me.
I didn’t want to say too much and risk scaring her off, but I did manage to find the words, “There’s no place in the world I’d rather be than back here with you tonight.” And that managed to bring a pretty bright smile to her face.
We went our separate ways for the day, but that night she took me out to dinner to say thank you to me for rescuing her. She wore a very tight and low-cut red top, and dinner was mostly just one long struggle where I tried to remember not to stare. And that evening, after supper, she took me back to her apartment and in an exciting mix of love and cruelty, made out with me tenderly and played very roughly with my balls. That time she didn’t blue ball me, instead letting me masturbate in a very sexy teasing game of red light green light.
And things continued like that for the next week with me sleeping over at her place every night and enjoying her sexual torment and sometimes getting release, but always sleeping cuddled together in her bed. Finally, after a week, I asked her to be my girlfriend, making official what both of us were already treating as true, and she accepted. And that’s the story of how I wound up dating Zepz and, as I said, of the second through second through twenty-third girls to play rough with my balls: the twenty-one girls who busted me because of the bounty, and, last but not least, Zepz.
Blog link in case of trouble reading it here: https://smackmynuts.blogspot.com/2019/08/ballsbounty-chapter-7-hard-evidence.html
From here I headed down the street. The next block was houses, but no one seemed to be home. Just beyond that, though, there was a building with a couple of stores and then a parking lot after it. The first store, a thrift shop, didn't have cameras. The second one, though was a convenience store so I felt pretty sure that they would.
I went inside and there were a couple of clerks, an older white guy and a very cute black girl. She was slender, and the tight grey polo shirt she was wearing for work really hugged her pert round tits. She looked pretty hot in it, but by this point I was hoping not to get nutted any more for a while. I told the two of them about my missing friend, leaving out any reference to BallsBounty. The young black woman said, "I can help you with that. Come to the back with me. That's where the playback system is."
I followed her into the back room where all their inventory was, but I was suspicious. I felt like I'd seen a gleam of recognition in her eye. But then she really did sit down at the console and start cuing the video back to late Saturday night. I stood behind her and to one side.
I breathed a sigh of relief. "Whew," I said. "I was afraid you were just getting me back here to collect from BallsBounty. I'm glad you're really helping."
"Wait, you're on BallsBounty?" she asked.
I knew I'd stepped in it, but I tried to avoid the inevitable. "No, no, it's just something I'd heard about." Just then, Zepz appeared on the video. "Hey! That's her!" She was walking by the front of the store. You could see her clearly through the store window on the security footage. I looked down at the clerk to see her reaction which is when I realized that although she'd been scrolling through the footage using fast forward and rewind with her left hand, she had gotten her phone out and was working it one-handed. I saw my own face looking back at me from the front page of the BallsBounty app.
I won't say that I was ready for her to suddenly punch me full force right in the balls, but at least I understood why it was happening. My balls hadn't really recovered much in the few minutes since leaving the sorority, and the punch, to my surprise, floored me. Once she hit them, I just crumpled to the floor, my legs giving out. I lay there on the concrete floor in the fetal position, holding my nuts, moaning softly. But after about thirty seconds, I heard the clerk say, "Oh shit! Your friend's in real trouble!"
That managed to penetrate the fog of pain. I looked up. "What happened?" I asked.
"She's been kidnapped! Here, look!"
I managed to sit up despite the pain and look at the monitors. There were two monitors, each with four cameras, one in each quadrant. In the camera view I'd seen earlier, I could see Zepz walking by the store, and as she gets towards the edge of that camera I could see her appear on another camera. She walked on past the end of the storefront and then I could see her on the parking lot camera. And then she'd walked past the end of the parking lot, and she disappeared from view just past the end of the light thrown by the lights of the parking lot.
And for a moment, I wondered what the clerk was talking about since it seemed like Zepz had only walked by the convenience store which doesn’t seem that troubling. And then suddenly on the video of the parking lot camera, I saw a door open from a car which was parked on the street. The cabin light was just enough that I could see a man get out holding some sort of rag or piece of cloth. Then he was beyond the light of the car, but in a moment he was back, moving towards the car and supporting the limp figure of a tall woman with long dark hair.
This is all happening far enough away that I couldn't see her face and it was too dark and distant to clearly see if the woman had the same clothes we'd just seen Zepz wearing, but I was sure it was her because we hadn’t seen anyone else go that way and it looked like her from a distance. He opened the back door and pushed her into the back seat, lifting her legs so he could close the door. And then he ran around to the driver's side, got in, and tore away into the night.
It was everything I'd feared. She'd been kidnapped by some sociopath. This was serious business. The clerk knew it, too. "I'll see if I can find the license plate number somewhere on the footage. You go get the cops!"
"Should I call 911?" I asked.
"No, no. There's a police substation one block that way," she said motioning in the direction of behind the convenience store. "See if you can get a detective!"
It occurred to me that I ought to look at the police report from before, so I pulled that up on my phone. The form included information about the investigating detective, including his work address, and it matched the name of the next street over. So I figured I should head over and see if the investigating officer, who it said was “Detective Green” was available. When I left the back room, the other clerk was busy with a customer, so I figured I’d let her fill him in, and I headed directly out and then to the station.
The police station was just a small substation, but it had police cars in the parking lot and when I went in, there was a reception area and then several desks behind it. I asked for Detective Green, but the officer at reception said he was away for the day and not available. Another detective piped up, “He told me about this case, I can help him.” She was a pretty young detective. She was short, but slender and on the chesty side. She wore a tight pantsuit with her badge in a holder on the breast pocket. Her dark hair was back in a ponytail showing off her pretty face.
She came up to the reception area. “Here, come with me back to the interview room, and we can discuss the case. I have new information for you.”
“Oh,” I said, “so do I.” I let her lead me back to the interview room. It was a plain room with a bare concrete floor and a table in the middle. We both walked in, and then she closed the door behind us. As I turned back to her, she stepped in and kneed me in the balls. My balls were still so tender, I fell immediately to the ground, moaning. The pain was so bad my stomach was cramping, and I thought I might vomit.
“I know what this is,” she said, mocking me, “someone kicked your poor little balls and like all the guys you reported it to Green since he’s the only male detective here. Well, he’s not going to help you and neither am I. I don’t know what you did, but I’m sure you deserve this.” She looked down at me there on the floor. My thighs were squeezed tightly together as I was curled up in the fetal position, but my hands were across my cramping stomach rather than guarding my poor tender balls. Seeing that, she gave them one more kick. The toe of her pump got me just in my left ball, the point of it slamming directly into the center of my left testicle, pressing it back against my thigh. The pain was so intense that I, honest to god, thought that she had ruptured it. I writhed on the floor, kicking and flopping about trying to dull the pain. The only thing which kept me from screaming was trying to not vomit. I could feel my breakfast cereal mixed with bile rising in my throat. and I swallowed trying to hold it back down.
I heard her chuckling at my pain and although, thinking back, I would later find that somewhat hot, at the time, it made me angry enough that I was able to spit out a couple of words. “Missing person!”
“What?”
I tried to control my breathing and talk through the pain, but it was difficult. “I’m here because my friend was kidnapped.”
“Oh,” she said. “Oh!” Her whole demeanor changed. “I guess I’ll get you some ice, then.” She disappeared and came back with some ice for my groin.
When she returned a couple of minutes later with a plastic bag of ice cubes, she helped me sit up against the wall, and I held the bag against my crotch. “I think you might have ruptured one. I probably need to go to the hospital,” I said, feeling sincerely worried.
“I didn’t kick that hard, but we can check,” she said. She began pulling at my shorts to help me get them down without having to stand. Once we got my shorts and underwear off, which was a struggle to do without standing, we were able to get a good look at them. My left nut had a big fresh purple bruise and was swollen to almost twice the size of the right one which looked kind of swollen itself, but it was definitely not ruptured.
“Oh, thank goodness,” I said. “Still in one piece.”
“Why do you have tape around your penis?”
“It got injured when I got kicked earlier, and I didn’t want it to get damaged.”
“So you knew more kicking was coming?”
“Yeah. You’ve done a good job of not letting it slip, but I know about BallsBounty. I know I’m on the front page. It’s all connected to my friend. She’s been kidnapped. We’ve got to help her.”
“Wait, how’s all of this connected?” she asked, sounding pretty confused at this point.
“I don’t know, entirely, but I think that the BallsBounty thing is a call for help. She was kidnapped Saturday night on her way home from a party. I just found that out. We knew no one had seen her, but I just found out what happened, that’s why I came here. But Sunday she posted me on BallsBounty. So, she posted after she got kidnapped. If we can find out where she posted from, I think we can rescue her, and I think maybe that’s why she posted.”
“How do you know she got kidnapped?”
“I checked along her route home. There’s a convenience store a couple of blocks from here which caught it on videotape. That’s why I came here, to get a detective to come see the footage.”
“Oh, sorry for kicking you.”
“That’s okay. I’ll live,” I said. What I actually meant was that I was glad to be intact and not having to go to the emergency room, but also that given that I was intact, I’d probably wind up jacking off thinking about all of this later.
“Okay,” she said, “We’ve got several things to do. I’ll see if I can find a way to contact BallsBounty. And then we’ll probably need to get a court order to get location data from the ISP, so I should go get a copy of the video from the store logged into our evidence system.”
So she set to work. Somehow she did manage to get BallsBounty on the phone and once she proved that she was a member, an ardent supporter, and also a police officer they really listened to her. Then once she convinced them that she was trying to locate one of their members who had been kidnapped, not identify someone to press charges for assault, they were willing to give over the IP address. It was fairly easy to find out what ISP owned the block of addresses which included that one. But getting the ISP to provide the customer was a whole additional thing. They wanted a court order.
We went back to the convenience store, and she viewed the video and then got a copy of it. The clerk had not been able to find a clear shot on the video which included the license plate. The detective sent a copy of the video to the district attorney along with a witness statement from me saying that I’d seen communication from Zepz via a website (not named specifically) and then a statement from her that the website had indicated which IP address had been used. But still, it was hours before the court order was processed and delivered to the ISP and before they responded. And then we had to get a search warrant. In the meantime, I texted Emma to let her know what was up.
By the time everything came through and we had location information and the search warrant, it was almost evening. The detective offered that I could ride along as they served it. The house turned out to be about half an hour away, out in the country. And disappointingly, it turned out to be owned by a little old lady. As the police searched the house, they asked her if anyone else lived there, like if she had a son or renter or anyone and the answer was no across the board. She was very cooperative, and there’s no way she was the kidnapper, but the police checked the house from top to bottom just in case and found no sign of anyone other than the old lady having been there.
It was starting to look like a deadend, but as I thought about it, I realized that you don’t have to be in a given house to use its WiFi, and out here in the country where there aren’t a lot of routers operating you can sometimes get pretty good range. So I went outside and started looking around. There was a house across the corn field and just a bit up the hill which had a tall wooden fence and a bunch of no trespassing and keep out signs which immediately raised my suspicion. I headed across the corn field and when I got to the fence, I found that I could peek through the cracks between the boards. I could see that the house was fairly dark except for one room which was lit up but had the curtains closed and a little basement window. I looked at that, trying to see what I could when suddenly, someone walked by it inside the house. I could only see part of their head as they went by the window, but instantly I recognized that it was Zepz. I’d found her!
I went running back to the cops. “She’s not here! She’s in that house up the hill! I saw her!” The detective and the pair of patrolmen accompanying her came with me immediately. I showed them where I’d peaked through the fence and pointed out the window. It seemed like forever before they saw her pass in front of the window. Once they did, the detective immediately got on the phone to the DA, leaving me to watch to make sure that she seemed to still be okay, that the kidnapper didn’t show up in the basement to do anything. Police are allowed to rush in without a search warrant when someone is in immediate danger, so we maybe could have, but the detective wanted to make sure we nailed this guy and with all the keep out signs on the fence, it was best to make sure he didn’t have a defense.
It took about ten minutes for the DA to talk to a judge and secure an emergency search and arrest warrant. My heart was pounding with worry the whole time. I was so scared that just when we’d found her something bad would happen, but fortunately nothing did. Once we had the warrant, the cops stormed in. They found only one person in the house, a man in his late thirties who had to be the kidnapper. I stayed outside on the porch. The man was the only one in the upstairs part of the house and although there were a lot of guns in the house, he didn’t put up a fight just muttered about how this was “tyranny” while allowing himself to be arrested.
As one of the officers told me that things were clear and waved me into the house (I’d been watching through the open front door), the other one opened up the basement and yelled down, “Police, Ma’am! We’re here to rescue you!”
I headed in that direction and when I got there, she was coming up the basement stairs. She looked haggard and stressed, but healthy. It looked like she was still in the same clothes from Saturday night, black pants and a blue shirt which showed a lot of cleavage. “Ed!” she said when she saw me. “It worked! You rescued me!” And she jumped on me, giving me a big hug, the kind that squished her big breasts right against my chest and then squeezed them there. I returned the hug. Primarily I was relieved to see her, but, you know, the boobies were nice, too.
On the drive back to the police station, she told me about what had happened. “I was walking home from the party when suddenly, someone put this cloth over my face from behind. It smelled like a weird chemical and I passed out. I woke up in that awful basement. Initially, I was alone, but then that guy came down the stairs to tell me that I was going to be his bride. He had a handgun pointed at me at the time. Every time I saw him he had a gun pointed at me. And good thing for him he did or I’d have kicked him in the balls and ran.”
“I’m sure you would have.”
“He was always really cautious when he brought me food or changed the poop bucket. But he kept telling me how I’d be happy if I just relaxed and learned to enjoy it.”
“Did he touch you or anything?” I asked, not wanting to use the word “rape” in case he had since I’m sure it would be still quite a raw wound.
“No. He was waiting until after the wedding, which was supposed to be Friday. He gave me a dress to put on and everything. He told me that I was pretty like his mom had been and wanted me to wear the dress she’d been married in. I’ve never met the woman, but I can tell you from her dress that she was slender, about five foot or so, and at most a B-cup. There’s no way my tall busty self was fitting in that dress. He was clearly delusional in more than one way.”
“This whole thing sounds like a nightmare.”
“Yes. I’m so glad you saved me. Thank goodness I found that old cellphone and charger in that box in the basement.”
“So, umm, if you had a cellphone, why not just call 911 instead of put a bounty on my nuts?”
“I couldn’t get any bars from the basement. I tried calling 911 holding it up to each window a whole bunch of times, but I never got through. With it held up to one of the windows, though, I could just barely get WiFi.”
“Okay, but why BallsBounty? Why not like Twitter?”
“I tried a bunch of different sites first. This cell phone was ancient and most of them just gave me a ‘please update your browser’ screen or a ‘please download our app’ page. Twitter actually seemed like it would work, but I couldn’t log in because I had two-factor turned on, and he had my phone. And then the create new account page needed either a working phone number or email to validate and I couldn’t get texts and couldn’t find an email service which I could log into with that old-ass web browser. So then I tried just every website I could think of. And BallsBounty worked. It wasn’t perfectly functional, but I could log in and at least post a bounty. My bank account was already linked to my account after I'd posted that bounty on that guy who had tried to rape me.”
"Someone tried to rape you?"
"Yeah. Last year. We were on a date and at the end, he asked if he could come up and use my bathroom. I let him and he tried to force himself on me. I kneed his nuts as hard as I could and then as he tried to run away, I got him with another kick or two before I dragged him out of the apartment. I didn't call the cops because there was no evidence, but he definitely deserved more kicking, so I got him ten more kicks on BallsBounty."
“Not to complain since it all worked out and I’m glad we rescued you, but why me and why a hundred kicks?”
"Oh, well, the hundred kicks was to make sure you couldn't ignore it. And I chose you for three reasons. One, you were already in the system. Two, I thought you'd probably be smart enough and persistent enough to figure things out and help me. And three, Libby told me about how you'd asked her to kick you in the balls, so I thought that unlike most guys you might actually enjoy it. Did you?"
"Some of it was kind of hot, but it was pretty overwhelming. Wait, why was I in the system already? I've never had a bounty before, have I?."
"Libby added you after you dumped her. She actually did post a bounty, but only for like five minutes before I pointed out that you might like it and she took it back down."
I chuckled. “I had wondered at first why such a high bounty, too, but I can see why you’d spend the money to try to escape all that.”
“Yeah. I just hit put in the maximum amount figuring that would bring the most attention. Was it hard to find me?”
“It really kind of was. First I had to figure out why I was getting kicked in the balls which meant finding someone who would break the site rules. Then since the site uses usernames, I had to figure out who HindenburgUncertaintyPrinciple was. And that was pretty difficult, mind you. since your face isn’t visible in anything and neither are most of your friend’s faces. I wound up working it out once I figured out that TallSuperHotty was Libby which I only figured out by looking at her friends. And only after I knew that did I find out you were missing.”
“Wow! I didn’t think about the fact that it wouldn’t be obvious it was me.”
“Your profile picture is just your cleavage which is sexy, but not that distinctive. So, yeah, it was a lot of work. Emma was really helpful. She was worried sick about you. Oh, let me text her to tell her you’re safe.”
Emma was relieved to hear the news. When we got back to the station, the detective wanted to get a thorough statement from Zepz even though the whole thing seemed like a pretty slam-dunk case by this point. So I went back to my dorm room. When I got there I realized that I hadn’t eaten lunch or supper. The adrenaline of the whole thing had totally masked my hunger. And I also realized that the dining hall was closed by this point. One of my friends on the hall hadn’t eaten supper either so we wound up ordering a pizza and chilling and watching some TV.
BallsBounty Chapter 6: Sisterhood of the Tenderizing Punts
Blog link in case of problems reading here: https://smackmynuts.blogspot.com/2019/08/ballsbounty-chapter-6-sisterhood-of.html
My alarm woke me up at 8:30. My balls were still a little swollen, but not nearly so sore as they had been the previous night, thank goodness. I started the shower and gave everything a good inspection. In general, things were in good working order. My balls had a little bruising in places, but not as bad as I feared. When I unwrapped all the gauze, I could see that my penis had been healing. All the bleeding had stopped and even the parts where I had been cut could be touched without pain. I went ahead and got into the shower. There was still some very mild stinging in places where the skin of my penis was still tender as a result of the hot water in the shower, but it really wasn’t bad at all. I realized that I could jerk off and thinking about everything which had happened the day before, my penis leapt to hardness in no time.
I started to stroke, but then I thought better of it. I remembered that after I came, it was usually a few hours before I got interested in sexual stuff of any sort again. When I wasn’t horny, I wasn’t really into ballbusting the same way. So I realized that it was better to leave myself horny since I was probably going to get busted again that day, likely several times if it went at all like the day before. With the volume of busting the day before, it was sometimes hard to take it all, even when I was feeling pretty horny. So I worried that if I wasn’t horny, the pain would just completely overwhelm me and I would just wind up curled up in the fetal position all day, or I would start trying to avoid the ballbusting even when taking it might be the quickest way to find out what had happened with Zepz. So I desisted from rubbing myself, which was quite an effort of willpower, let me tell you, given both how long it had been since I’d masturbated and how sexy all of the previous day’s ballbusting had been.
I got out of the shower, dried myself off, and then went to dress. I realized that it was still a good idea to get my penis up out of the way if I wanted to protect it. I didn’t have any gauze, but realized that I had some black electrical tape. That’s good for this sort of thing since it doesn’t really stick to skin very well, but it does stick to itself. So I wrapped it around my penis and then around my waist and connected it back to itself to hold my dick up out of the way. It felt like it was a little fetishy, somehow since it was shiny and black, but it did the job, so I was pleased with myself for my little improvisation.
I ate a quick breakfast of cereal and went out to meet Emma. I escaped the dorm without any ballbusting encounters, which was good because I didn’t really feel entirely ready that early in the morning. Emma was already waiting for me outside, fidgeting.
“Hey. Good to see you. Have you been waiting long?”
“No. I’m just still worried,” she answered, apparently catching on to my noticing how fidgety she was.
“Hey,” I said. “Don't worry. We'll figure it out.”
We had no problem entering the Graduate Science Research Center or finding the lab of Dr. Felton. When we explained everything to her, she told us that Zepz hadn't been into work and that she’d been concerned because that didn't seem in keeping with Zepz’s normal character. Dr. Felton introduced us to the other students who worked in the lab. There weren't that many of them in that morning, but there were a couple who had been to the party and could tell us the address and some of the phone numbers of the people who had hosted.
When Emma tried calling no one answered. The other students said that the grad students who lived there were more night owls and were probably just waking up. They suggested that we should go over there, but it was clear on the other side of the campus and a little bit off campus, even. It didn’t seem like there would be enough time for Emma to go all the way over there, talk to them, and then come back in time for her class, so I wound up heading over there alone. When I got there, I rang the doorbell. At first it seemed like no one was answering. But after a long while someone did.
It was a cute blonde girl who was still in a t-shirt and pajama pants and with short rumpled hair. I apologized for rousing her and then explained the whole situation: about how Zepz seemed to be missing and no one had seen her since the party, and even about her posting the bounty on my balls.
"Oh wow," she said. "That's scary. I think she left around midnight."
Right about then another girl appeared behind her in the doorway, a tall, thin girl with long dark brown hair. She got a good look at me and a familiar glint suddenly appeared in her eye. "Hey, Sarah," she said, "I know that guy from the app, you know, the revenge one."
The girl at the door sighed a little, "Yes, Bren, I know. He just told me. Zepz put the bounty on him some time after she left the party, but no one has seen her at all since then. He doesn’t know why she put the bounty on because he hasn’t seen her in months. He's trying to find out where she went after the party to try to find her. Did you see her leave?"
The second girl's demeanor changed immediately. "Oh, geez, I hope she's okay. Yeah, she left at, like, exactly 11:45 by herself, and I saw that she headed that way." She said pointing down the street in the direction you would expect for the most direct way back to Zepz's apartment. "She said that she needed to get up in the morning, so she left a little early. It probably didn't help that Charles kept staring at her chest and hitting on her after she'd turned him down flat."
"Is there any chance he would've done something? " I asked.
Sarah answered, rather than Bren. "I wouldn't put it past him: he's a fucking creep. I wish Delilah wouldn't invite him. But I don't think he could have. He got really drunk and crashed on our couch that night. You said she never got back to her apartment that night, right?"
"Yeah. Anyone else acting weird towards her?"
"Nope," Sarah said. "No one I saw. I wish I could be more help."
"Yeah," Bren chimed in. "All I know is the last time I saw her, it was 11:45 and she was headed that way."
"Well, thanks," I said. "I guess I'll walk her route and look for clues."
So, I headed off in the direction she had gone looking for anything out of the ordinary. I walked the first couple of blocks unsure even what I was looking for. Then reached the edge of the sorority quad and I noticed one of the sorority houses. There were four cute girls in bikinis sunning themselves in line chairs out front so that caught my eye, of course. But then I also noticed that they had security cameras on the side of the house, some of which pointed out towards the sidewalk. Maybe they still had their footage from Saturday night.
I figured that with so few leads, I had to ask. So I turned and headed up the walk. As I approached the house, one of the girls who was sunning herself looked up at me. She was a tanned brunette with a very fit body wearing a yellow string bikini. Not having another plan, I just started talking.
"Hey. A friend of mine went missing Saturday night and the last time -"
When I had begun to talk her friends had turned to look at me, too, and one of them, a cute blonde with a bob haircut in a blue bikini interrupted me to hiss to her friend, "Cindy, that's the guy from the app!"
"Hot shit! You're right!"
The other two girls exchanged a glance and began to rise from their chaise lounges. Feeling the situation was about to spiral out of control, I started trying to regain control. "Okay, ladies, hold on a second, just hear me out. I know what app you're talking about. And I could run right now. I’m pretty quick. I can probably out run you. But if you help me out, I'll stay and you can each get a kick in. I promise."
"All of us?" the one who had hissed to Cindy asked.
"Well, like all of you who are out here sunbathing, not the whole sorority. I don't want to wind up in the hospital."
"Okay," Cindy said, taking over. "What do you mean by help you out?"
"That's what I was trying to ask you to begin with. A friend of mine has gone missing. The last time anyone saw her was at a party up the hill on Saturday and she was heading to her apartment over there," I said, motioning in the rough direction where she lived. "So I was hoping that I could see the footage from your security cameras from Saturday night, say around 11:45 until midnight to see if she got this far."
"So we help you check that and all of us out here sunbathing get to collect the bounty on you?"
"Yeah."
"Okay. It's a deal. Kicks first, then we help you."
"Okay," I said, feeling that I didn't have much choice.
Cindy turned to one of the girls who hadn't spoken yet, another blonde, this one a blonde in a black ruffled bikini who seemed to have just started tanning as her skin was quite pale, and said, "Jordan, go get the three from the side yard."
"Okay," she said, getting up and heading towards the corner of the house.
"Wait, there are more around the corner?"
"Yeah, you said all the girls out here sunbathing. You're not welching already are you?"
"No, it's cool. I, uh, just hadn't realized." As the idea of not just four, but seven sorority girls in bikinis punting my plums began to sink in, I felt very nervous, worried that the cumulative damage from all the kicks might be overwhelming, but I also started to feel aroused. I mean if you'd asked me a week before, seven cute sorority girls in bikinis all going after my nuts, that's an experience I probably would have been happy to pay for. The reality was a little scarier than the fantasy, but still hot.
The girls who came around the corner looked good, too. One of them was very lithe and toned with a trim little waist and beautifully defined abs. She had olive skin and dark hair and looked like a Mediterranean fitness model in the white bikini she was wearing. The second was a blonde who was a little chubby, but hourglass-shaped and had the biggest tits I had ever seen. I'm not sure I'd say that I found her figure in total, as appealing as the slim but busty girls I'd met like Zepz or Alyssa, but she was still definitely extremely sexy. It seemed like her chest was going to spill out of her orange bikini.
And the third girl was an Asian girl with a nice figure and an absolutely gorgeous face. Plus her skin was so smooth and even that it almost seemed radiant. Her vivid blue bikini was cut very small as if trying to show off as much of her skin as possible. All the sorority girls were cute, but the last three were especially sexy. I would gladly have let any of them kick my nuts for nothing at all in return. The thought of all of them doing it was causing my dick to start throbbing in its wrapping.
"What order are we going to go in?" Jordan asked.
"Hmm," Cindy said, "Alison, you spotted who he was, so you get your choice. Do you want to go first when he's fresh or last when his balls are all tender?"
"I want to go first in case he tries to back out."
"I doubt he'll be able to after a kick out two. But regardless, I'll go last and record the rest of you if you'll give me your phones with the app open. Other than that I don't know. Work it out and line up."
So they talked amongst themselves a little and they lined up with Alison at the front followed by the other two girls from the front of the house and then the three from the side. Alison handed her phone to Cindy.
"Okay, spread 'em!" Cindy said to me.
Despite some last second worry, I complied, widening my stance to offer up my orbs to their assault.
"Okay, Alison, I'm recording."
Alison didn't hesitate or check if I was ready, she just charged forward and kicked hard between my legs. My balls took most of the impact although she did kick a little far back and also struck my taint with some pretty good force. I faltered pretty substantially, bending way over, holding my nuts and moaning. It had been a hard kick, but not enough to get me to the ground. I hoped that was enough for BallsBounty and that she wouldn't have to kick again.
I heard Cindy say, "There you go, Alison," as she returned her phone. Next was Jordan, the pale blonde in the ruffled black bikini. At this point I was still looking down at the sidewalk, breathing hard from the pain.
"I'm gonna put him on the ground," Jordan said confidently to her sorority sisters.
I realized that I didn't really want to risk hitting the sidewalk when I fell, which I was sure I would, if not because of Jordan, then certainly later. "Hold on," I said. "Let me move into the grass so I don't hurt myself on the sidewalk."
"Yeah, you'd better!" Jordan said, sounding confident as if she were trash-talking me. I didn't worry about it, instead just being relieved that she was willing to let me relocate. I straightened up, took a couple of steps out onto their grass, and then spread my legs once more. Jordan stood a little further back than Alison had and seemed to take her time preparing a little more, breathing and seeking to center herself before she began. But she also didn't offer me with any warning before her foot rocketed up. She had pointed her toes and the top of her bare foot slapped my gonads firmly and exactly. It was a good solid kick and although I tried to keep it together, I wound up crumpling slowly to the grass, ending up kneeling down with my head forward as I cradled my balls.
For the first minute that I stayed there, no one rushed me because they were busy exchanging whose phone Cindy was using and giving high fives and so forth. But when I was still down at the end of that, they started getting impatient.
I'm not sure who said "Come on, get up! It can't hurt that bad!" or who followed it up with "Who cares how much it hurts. He's got to get up anyway."
I don't know if it was just their urging or perhaps I found their disregard for my pain kind of hot, but either way, after another thirty seconds or so, I struggled my way to my feet. Now facing me was the other girl from the front. She had bleached blonde hair but with very tanned skin. She was wearing a purple bikini with a strapless top. She had the biggest tits of the four at the front, probably DD cups, big enough that it seemed like her top was having some trouble holding everything in. I was hoping that maybe when she kicked me, one of her tits would manage to escape. Apparently, she had the same concern, since as she lined up to kick me, she stopped for a moment and adjusted her top. It was very sexy to watch as the adjustment process jostled her breasts.
But as soon as she was done adjusting, she stepped forward and kicked me hard and fast. The top of her foot slapped forcefully against my balls. I let out a squeak and collapsed to the ground holding my poor agonized nuts. She hadn't really kicked through entirely but the force it carried was enough that just the upward slap was enough to hurt really badly. The suddenness of my collapse had elicited laughter from the girls. But as I lay there listening to them, I found that the pain from the slap, although sudden and intense wasn't lasting as long as the pain from the previous kick.
Before they started being impatient, I rose unsteadily to my feet and again assumed the position. Facing me was the Asian girl in the very small blue bikini. She smiled very broadly at me, and, instinctively, I smiled back. Taking this as the sign to begin, she stepped forward and gave me a kick in my crotch. Her kick wasn't that hard, and it wasn't that well centered, striking my thigh some on its way to my balls. But even though it wasn't that hard, I was getting pretty tender, and it was still enough to make me bend over.
One of the other girls said, "Aw, you didn't floor him. You should've kicked harder!"
When I straightened up, they were still changing phones, but as she was handing her phone off to Cindy, I saw the lithe, olive-skinned girl licking her lips. Once she lined up in position to kick me, she said, "I'm looking forward to this. In Krav Maga class all the guys wear groin protectors." Hearing her say that made my pulse quicken. But I managed to hold position.
As I watched she delivered a perfect front snap kick right into my crotch, her foot slamming into my balls and then carrying them up and through, crushing them against my body. I collapsed to the ground instantly, my stomach in knots, and my balls feeling like orbs of pure pain. I don't even know how long I lay there. I just know I was in agony, curled up in a ball on the ground and that the distant sound of laughter and high fives floated somewhere at the edge of my consciousness.
The next thing I became aware of was that some time later someone had taken my hands and was urging me up by tugging on them to indicate that I should stand. I opened my eyes to quite a sight: the extremely busty girl was holding my hands, leaning forward, and trying to pull me up. Her big breasts were hanging down as she leaned forward, filling the cups of her top quite thoroughly and looking like they might escape them soon/ As she tugged, her heavy breasts wobbled below her. They weren't exposed, but they were still an extremely sexy sight for a boob-hound like myself. As she continued to tug, her breasts continued to wobble, and I found my penis stiffening in its wrappings.
I wanted very much to stay there looking up at her, watching her big jiggling tits as she tried to pull me up, but as I thought about it, I realized how weird it would be if I had a boner when I stood up. I worried that if I got up with an obvious woody the girls might think that this was all a sexual thing and not want to help me, and I really did genuinely need their cooperation if I was going to be able to see their security camera footage. So I let her pull me to my feet before I got overly aroused. Once I was up, I spread my legs.
She seemed satisfied with her efforts and smiled to herself. And then she stepped back and punted my crotch. With all of my focus on her delicious tits, I had almost forgotten about how sore and tender my testicles still were. But the impact of her foot against my gonads brought all of that back to the forefront. It wasn't nearly the hardest kick, but it was solid and I collapsed to my knees.
Cindy gave the chesty girl her phone back and handed hers off to Jordan and, without waiting for me to rise from my knees, started lining up her own kick. "Spread 'em!" she said.
For a moment I wasn't sure that I should. I considered asking for time to get up off of the ground, but then I changed my mind. Maybe it was me realizing that I needed to get this over and sooner might be better, or maybe it was just wanting to obey a cute, bossy sorority chick in a sexy bikini when she demanded access to my balls, but I did as she asked and spread my legs.
She quickly stepped forward and kicked the heck out of my tender nuts as they dangled between my spread thighs. I screamed in agony and collapsed. My poor balls were already so tender from the previous six girls and Cindy had showed not a whit of compassion or restraint. This was clearly a girl who enjoyed causing testicular pain and had just been extremely successful at it. I rolled around in the grass, kicking my heels and holding my nuts, just hoping that all this thrashing would somehow lessen the pain. But it was all to no avail. The overwhelming pain just went on and on.
My balls had never been hurt that bad before, and I was completely wiped out. When some minutes later the pain finally receded to a barely tolerable level, only Cindy was still there beside me. The other six had gone back to sunbathing in their loungers. She looked down at me with a grin. "Gotcha good, didn't I?" she asked.
"Yes," I croaked.
She offered me a hand up, and I took it. I limped along with her as she led me into the sorority house and up the stairs to the closet where they had their security stuff.
"So, when was this again?" she asked.
"Saturday night between about 11:45 and midnight."
"Cameras which see the sidewalk?" she asked.
"Right," I confirmed.
She cued it up and fast forwarded it for me. The video was fairly dark, but the cameras seemed to be infrared because you could clearly see the people, even in the dark. At 11:48 a girl walked by, but it wasn't her. When we hit 11:52, though, I was pretty sure that I recognized her, even in fast motion. She cued it back and we watched it normal speed. I felt a wave of relief when I see that it really was her. I felt for a moment like I'd found her. But then, of course, I realized that all this showed was that she made it this far and I still had no idea what had happened to her. Still, this was evidence that I was on the right track.
Cindy had a second angle, so we got to watch Zepz get a little further down the sidewalk. It looked like she was heading straight at the intersection, based on her body language as she approached it, but the camera angle wasn't sufficient to actually see. Straight was the direction you'd expect her to take if she were heading home, so I assumed that was the right guess.
I thanked Cindy for her help, and she replied that it was no problem. And then she went even further and said that she'd be glad to fuck up my nuts any time I needed something. I don't think she really meant it as flirting, but I definitely made a mental note that I should try to find her after this was all over and see if she really meant it.
BallsBounty Chapter 5: No Protection for the Vulernable
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I snuck my way home uneventfully. Once there, I hung out for a little bit in the BB chat room I visit and chatted about my experiences. Everyone was very jealous and asked a lot of questions. Afterwards, I was really horny from all the talking about it. But my penis still felt really tender when I tried just touching it a little through the gauze, so I didn’t bother trying to unwrap it. I was hopeful that it would be better the next day, though. I felt so exhausted by all of the excitement, that I was sure I’d go right to sleep.
But when I actually went to bed, I found that I was more awake than I thought. My mind kept turning over the basic mystery: what had happened to Zepz? Why had she posted a huge bounty on my balls? Her roommate, Emma, was really worried about it, and that worry began to infect my consciousness more and more.
I’d always liked Zepz. I mean, I have a natural tendency to like pretty girls with nice figures, just being a pretty normal straight dude. And being a ballbusting fan, knowing that she had busted guys with wandering hands is always a plus. But it was a little more than just a sexual attraction. I liked hanging out with her. She’d always had a sense of fun about her and clever remark ready. She was whip smart and sharply sarcastic, but also aggressively loyal to her friends. Dating Libby had meant seeing a lot of Zepz, and I’d definitely missed her once we broke up.
So I really was concerned, and that worry was keeping me awake. Plus I usually went to sleep around midnight and it was only a little after 10 at this point. I didn't see that there was anything else I could do to try to solve the mystery that night, but I did have one thought: I really ought to buy a cup.
Most of the normal stores in town were closed at this point. However, we had a 24-hour Walmart and I was sure that would have protective cups in the sporting goods section. So I changed from my pajamas back into my regular clothes and took the shuttle out to the remote lot where my car was parked. Fortunately the shuttle was driven by a male driver and no one else was aboard.
I drove out to the Walmart easily enough and found its sporting goods section. It was easy to find the cups near the shin guards and mouth guards and other protective gear. After wondering for a moment if I should get a hard cup or a soft one, I figured with the amount of ball abuse which might be coming, I needed the extra protection of a hard cup. So I picked out an adult-sized one and headed to the register. Aside from the self checkout, there were two registers still open, so I just went to the nearest one.
It was manned by a thin, pretty, substantially tattooed girl with short, curly blonde hair who looked to be in her mid-twenties. She was surprisingly cute for a Walmart cashier even if girls with tattoos aren't really my thing. She was checking someone else out when I got in line, and that transaction took a while.
When they finally got done and I put my one item down for her to scan, she looked down at it, looked up at me, looked down at it, looked up at me. And then she smiled widely and shook her head back and forth, saying, “Nah, I don't think so.” Then she grabbed the mic on her register and said, “Security to lane five, shoplifting attempt.”
“What?“ I asked, but before she offered any answer, the security guard showed up. She was an amazing-looking black woman. She had to be six foot one and had big square shoulders and strong looking arms, so she definitely looked like a security guard. But, she also had tremendously huge tits and nice curves in her lower half. Her uniform included a dark blue button-down shirt. In the middle the buttons were clearly having quite a time keeping everything in, and through the gap I could just barely see glances of her huge white satin bra and hints of her dark cleavage. When she got close enough to me she grabbed me very roughly by my upper arm.
“What did he do?”
The cashier turned her light off. “Davida, can you just take him to the security office? I'll be along to explain as soon as I finish these customers. Oh, and don't tell the manager yet.”
“Sure. Come with me, sir,” she said, yanking me towards the offices at the front of the store. The. security office was just a plain carpeted room with a desk, about four chairs and a bank of video monitors which were facing away from me. Davida directed me to sit in one of the chairs, so I did. And then we just sat there quietly. She just sort of glowered at me. For my part, I mostly spent my efforts trying to make sure that my appreciative glances at her figure stayed glances instead of turning into outright staring.
After four or five minutes of this uncomfortable silence the cashier finally showed up. Davida was as eager to be done as I was. “So, you caught him shoplifting? Shall I pull up the security footage?“
“No. I just said that as an excuse to get him back here. Don't you recognize who he is?” Davida squinted at me for a moment, clearly not recognizing me. “He's the guy from the front page of BallsBounty!”
“Really?” She looked at me with wide eyes, and then got out her phone to look at the app. I could see where this was going.
“Yeah. I caught him trying to buy a protective cup,” she said with a smirk.
“Yup, that's him alright. Wow. There is a bunch of proof photos and videos that have been uploaded already. No wonder he wanted to buy a cup.”
“Look, it's not like I even did anything. This whole thing is just weird!” I protested.
“Oh, I'm sure you know what you did,” the cashier said, looking at me smugly.
“So,” asked the security guard, “are we going to do this the easy way or the hard way?
“Easy way I suppose,” I said. I stood up and faced security guard and spread my legs and put my hands on my head. She smiled at me and had an eager look in her eyes. I got the feeling that she hadn't done this much before but was really looking forward to it. She handed her phone to other girl to take a video. Eagerly she stood up and faced towards me and then she took a couple of steps backwards. I watched in horror as she suddenly came running forward and punted me right in my nuts with all the force she could muster.
I collapsed to the ground with a yell, grabbing my crotch with both hands. I was in absolute agony. On the ground I thrashed about some, doing anything I could to try to lessen my agony, but to no avail. I was done. There was no way I could take another hit. Somewhere in that haze of pain, I heard her take the selfie with me in the floor.
“Okay,“ she said, “get up so Veronica can kick you, too.” I just lay there, not moving or speaking.
“Shit, Davida, I think you killed him.”
“Nah, he's still breathing.”
“Well, you killed his balls, at least.”
“Do you really think so?”
“We should check, to be sure. Let's get his pants off.”
I felt them pulling down my pants, and some little bit at the back of my head wondered if I ought to be resisting, but I just stayed limp except that my hands stayed firmly in front of my crotch. Next she started to pull off my underwear, too. This further action was enough to penetrate my awareness, and as they started to pull them down, I grabbed into them around the crotch area and wouldn't let them go.
“It's okay. We're just going to check that you're still intact. I can't kick you for BallsBounty while you're naked anyway. Nudity isn't allowed,” Veronica argued. Somehow the sensibility of her statement managed to get through, and I let her pull my underwear off. “What’s with the gauze?” she asked.
I managed to squeak out through the pain, “An earlier kick scraped my dick up.”
“She should've been more careful. They don't call it DickBounty.”
“That's what she said,” I said. Thinking and talking was starting to distract me from the pain.
“Was that a ‘that's what she said‘ joke? I don't get it.”
“Yeah, me neither,” said Davida.
“No, I mean the girl who hurt my dick said the same thing. ‘They don't call it DickBounty.’”
“Oh, ha, ha, that's a pretty funny coincidence,” Davida commented.
“Yeah, that is funny,” Veronica observed a little more dryly. “Anyway, it seems like you're okay. Everything's intact, just a little red and swollen. Get up and get your clothes back on so I can kick you too. I need to get back to my register before my manager complains.”
I pulled my underwear back on, but very slowly, still worrying about the tenderness of my testes and bring careful with them.
“Come on, hurry up. If you don't quicken the pace some, I'll go find every woman in the store and we'll make a party of destroying your nuts.”
“I'm doing my best,” I protested, but I did manage to hurry a little more as I pulled myself up off the floor and got my jeans on. I thought she might warn me or something before she kicked, but as soon as I got to my feet, she stepped right up and kicked the hell out of my already tender balls. I was so sore from the previous kick that I didn't stand a chance. I collapsed again immediately, shrieking in pain and grabbing my crotch as I fell to the carpet. The last thing I remember was Davida saying, “Perfect, got it on video for you!”
I kind of think I might have passed out from the pain, but I may have just lost my wits for a while. The next thing I remember was that I was lying on the floor in the security room when I heard Davida cackling. I looked around and saw her sitting in a folding chair. Veronica had apparently left already. Davida let loose another peal of laughter. “What's so funny?” I asked.
“Oh, I just realized that it could check out all of your evidence pictures and videos. These videos are hilarious. The way your eyes bug out is amazing! I'm surprised your nuts aren't mush.”
“They feel like they will be pretty soon if this keeps up.”
She laughed at that, too. “Oh, well. No great loss. I can see why you wanted to buy that cup, though.”
“Any chance I could still get it?”
“I don't think so,” she said with a chuckle. “I think you'd best be going now.”
If there was no chance of getting the cup I'd picked out, there was no point in staying. All that might happen is that they'd find yet another girl somewhere to take a turn at trying to rupture my nuts. So I gathered myself up as best I could and limped back to my car.
When I got back to my dorm room it was late and I felt completely exhausted from my ordeal at the Walmart. I had no difficulty falling asleep despite the moderate ongoing continual ache in my battered testes and my worries about what had happened to Zepz.
BallsBounty Chapter 4: The Two Keys to Social Networking Success
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I escaped my dorm down the back stairs, so as to avoid any potential elevator risks on my way out. I made it over to Hamilton pretty quickly and fortunately without incident. Finding her room was straightforward enough, and she was in it just like she had promised. She gave me a really big smile when she saw me, and for just a moment I wondered if maybe she wasn't trying to kick me in the balls. But I don't really believe in coincidences, so I stuck with my theory.
She was alone in her room, and she invited me in. As soon as she closed the door behind me I went ahead and asked. “This is about BallsBounty isn't it?”
She just said, “Um,” but the look on her face said it all. She look positively sheepish.
“It's okay,“ I said. “I'm not upset. I just want to make a deal.”
“What sort of deal?”
“Well, I'm in a tough situation with this whole thing. I don't have any idea who's put the bounty on my balls or why. I need to do more digging using the app and try to find out as much information as I possibly can about HindenbergUncertaintyPrinciple.”
“Who?”
“That's the username of the person who posted the bounty. I'm trying to find out who they actually are so I can call an end to this. You'll be the tenth person to kick my balls today. I can't take this a lot longer. I want to be able to have kids someday. “
“And you really have no idea who you've upset?”
“Not the slightest clue in the whole world. I've racked my brain and haven't come up with even one woman who I can imagine that I've slighted enough to want to kick my balls other than my ex Libby, and that was a full year ago, and she kicked my balls at the time. Plus I don't think she has $5,000 to spend on something like this even if she wanted to. And all I did was break up with her when she didn't think that I should. Plus I've heard she's got a new boyfriend. So I just can't imagine it was her, and I can't think of anybody else at all.”
“Okay, so I help you try to work out who your mysterious benefactor is. What else?”
“And in exchange, you get to kick me in the nuts and I won't fight or run away. Oh, but no boots. I couldn't take those today.”
“You think you could take a kick from them some other day?” she asked, in disbelief.
“Well, okay, probably not really,” I said, not sure I wanted to reveal my fantasies to her. “Anyway, do we have a deal?”
“It’s been a long time since I’ve kicked a guy barefoot. Can I have more than one kick if you’re not on the floor after the first one? Enough to put you on the floor?”
“Sure.”
“Okay, it’s a deal then. Kicks first and then we’ll see what we can learn.”
“Okay.” I assumed the standard position, facing her, legs spread apart, hands behind my back. She, however, was still in the process of unlacing her boots. I stood there a little awkwardly, waiting for her to finish. Despite the ache which was still present in my balls, I still felt a certain sense of anticipation. The girl who I fantasized about kicking me was about to.
But the first kick wasn't nearly as forceful as it's been in my fantasies. Instead of a heavy boot smashing into my balls mercilessly it turned out to be a sharp but light kick with the instep of her foot. It was enough to stagger me just a little and I bent at the waist, but it wasn't nearly enough to floor me. She smiled at my reaction and started lining up for another kick.
The second kick was harder than the first but not by very much. This one made me stagger back a little and when I looked up at her, she was grinning at me. Clearly she was relishing getting to do multiple kicks each getting some reaction rather than trying to floor me right away. Really, I had told her she could, so I didn't see that I had much choice but to take it, and honestly it was kind of hot that she was really definitely doing it for her enjoyment rather than just the money. I spread my legs again and she came with another kick this one again just a little harder than the previous one. Once more it was enough to cause me to stagger back a step or two.
Catching my breath, I said, “You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?”
“Well, if I can’t get the satisfaction of flooring a guy with one quick hit of my boots, I have to find my fun some other way. Doing more kicks has been interesting. It’s nice variety, if nothing else. Don’t worry, I’m sure I’ll floor you pretty soon.” Saying that, she gave me another kick, this one definitely harder than the previous one. It struck evenly across both balls, both solid and quick, and I felt my legs quiver and I wound up catching myself on one knee. She continued talking, “And I really wasn’t kidding about not knowing how hard to kick. I always kick the guys on BallsBounty wearing my boots. I know just how hard to kick to make them feel maximum regret without making them have to visit the hospital. But without the boots, it’s a whole different ball game.”
For the next kick, she finally pulled her foot further back and kicked with even more force. The top of her toes really smashed right into my poor testicles distending then suddenly. My stomach tied in knots and my legs got wobbly for a moment and then collapsed, leaving me in a heap on the floor. She let out a little cry of victory seeing me finally collapse. For a moment she just enjoyed her success and then she remembered to get out her phone and take the selfie for evidence.
She hasn't gotten me too badly, though and in a couple of minutes I was back up off the floor. While I'd been down there, oddly enough, I'd finally remembered Brian's Ex’s name. It was Devya. So, anyway, Deyva already had the BallsBounty app out and had already pulled up HindenbergUncertaintyPrinciple’s profile.
“It’s pretty hard to recognize her from the profile picture.“
“Yeah. I've already done the basics. I've looked at her profile pictures and even the profile pictures and evidence photos of all her online friends. I identified one of them, but she couldn't remember who HindenbergUncertaintyPrinciple was. What I realized that I hadn’t done, though, is try to identify her other friends by looking at their friends. I mean, I don’t want to try to carry this to absurdity, but if I could identify one or two more friends, maybe I could find one of them.”
“Okay, so which friend did you know?”
“PatearHuevos is Juanita. I was thinking maybe we could figure out one of the ones with a cartoon picture.”
“So, TallSuperHottie or AnnieTokley first?” she asked, reading off the friend list on the app.
“Uh, TallSuperHottie, I guess.” So she pulled up the friend list for TallSuperHottie. Most of the profile pictures didn’t have faces shown, but as I started looking at the evidence files, I recognized several of the girls. I recognized Jenny and Madison and Amber, and that’s when it came together.
“Those are all Libby’s friends. TallSuperHottie has got to be Libby.”
“She is pretty tall.”
“Yeah, and her ego is big enough for her to put SuperHottie in her own username. Oh, God, I just realized who HindenbergUncertaintyPrinciple is!”
“Who?”
“It’s Zepz.”
“Who?”
“Libby’s roommate from last year. I mean, it all makes sense. She’s friends with Libby. She’s quite busty, so that could be her in the profile pic. And plus, the username matches. Hindenberg as in zeppelin and zeppelin as in Zepz.”
“That does sound likely.”
“Oh, and she was a physics major, so the pun on the Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle totally makes sense. How did I not realize this already?”
“Don’t beat yourself up --” she paused for a moment, realized what she’d said and interrupted herself, “That’s my job.” She chuckled a little at her own joke. “But seriously. It only seemed obvious once you knew it. Everything’s easier in hindsight.” She thought for a moment. “So now do you know why she put the bounty on you?”
“Not a clue. I haven’t seen her for months. Really, aside from saying hi once or twice, I haven’t seen her since I broke up with Libby.”
“Weird.”
“I know. I wonder what’s up. Well, I guess I can probably find out now that I know who it is. I’ll text some friends. I’m sure someone knows where she’s living this year. Can I stay here for a bit while I try to figure it out? I don’t want to risk wandering around campus and getting another kick.”
“Sure. But, you know, you might get another kick here, too,” she said with a smile. Despite my fetish, I hoped she was joking. My nuts were still pretty sore from her kicks.
In a few minutes, I had a location. She was living in an off-campus apartment. I knew the building, and although I didn’t have an apartment number, I had a description of the location: third floor, last one on the left at the end of the main hallway. I figured that would be good enough, and honestly, getting off campus seemed like it would probably lessen my odds of getting another busting. I mean, it certainly wouldn’t guarantee any sort of testicular safety, but there definitely appeared to be a large concentration of BallsBounty users on campus, so it seemed like it would be an improvement.
So I headed there right away. It was about eight o’clock, and I figured that wouldn’t be too late to pay a visit and ask what was up. The apartment building was only about three blocks off campus so it only took a few minutes to walk it. When I got there, though, I ran into an obstacle I hadn’t thought of. The front door was locked, and there was an intercom with a keypad that you had to use to call up to the room you were visiting. I didn’t know what number to enter. There was a directory of some sort there, but it didn’t look like it had been maintained, and I didn’t actually know Zepz’s last name anyway. There was definitely no entry which said “Zepz”. I started texting friends again to see if I could either find that number or her mobile number.
I felt stuck there, hanging around the door. There was a decent amount of traffic on the sidewalk, and every time a young woman walked by and looked my way, I feared that it was going to be a BallsBounty member coming to kick my nuts. I felt so exposed there, even though, since it was pretty public, most girls likely wouldn’t chance it. After about ten minutes of standing there, glancing with worry at every woman who passed by, a friend finally came through with Zepz’s mobile number. But she didn’t answer it when I called. After another several minutes of feeling stuck there, a friend came back not with the number for the apartment, but with Zepz’s roommate’s mobile number. So I called that, just as this tall, pretty redhead was coming up the walk to the apartment building with a look in her eye which I felt like I was beginning to recognize. Fortunately, Zepz’s roommate answered. As we started talking, the redhead went by me, giving me a smile, and went into the building.
“Hello?”
“Hey, this is Ed. I’m a friend of Zepz -- well, I used to date her roommate from last year. There’s something I need to talk to her about. Is she home? I’m outside your building. I didn’t realize that I didn’t know what number to call you guys to get buzzed in.”
“No, I haven’t seen her since Saturday. I’m really worried about her.”
“Huh, that’s weird.”
“What is? Do you know something?”
“Well, I might. This is really strange.”
“Do you want to come up and talk about it?”
“Sure, please, just buzz me in, and I’ll be right up.”
So she buzzed me in. I proceeded a little cautiously, looking out for that redhead. I didn’t see any sign of her in the foyer. I peeked both ways down the hallway, and that was all clear, too. I felt a sense of relief. I saw the sign for the stairwell and headed there. I glanced through the window of it, and it looked empty. So I opened the door and stepped in, which is when I realized that she was waiting there for me, her back against the wall, and before I could react, she had spun and landed a low roundhouse kick with the toes of her sneakers rocketing right into my vulnerable nuts. That was one of the most painful kicks I had gotten, and I let out a loud grunt and collapsed in a ball on the floor. I heard the snap of a selfie and then the door closing behind her, but she never said anything to me.
I laid there for a few minutes, and then I managed to drag myself to my feet and slowly climb the stairs. I wanted to get up to the apartment and what would hopefully be safety. As I was nearing the third floor landing, a cute, but very frazzled looking young woman with glasses opened the door and stuck her head in. I was worried that I had another kick coming when she asked, “Are you the guy I talked to on the phone?”
“Yeah,” I said. “Sorry to be so slow. I’m Ed.”
“I'm Emma. Did you get lost? Are you okay? You don’t look so good.”
“It’s kind of a long story.” I’d finally reached the landing, and she started to lead me back to their room.
“Did you get kicked in the balls or something? It kind of looks like it the way you’re leaning.”
“Yeah. That’s actually exactly what happened.”
“Why? What did you do?”
“Well, that’s just it. It’s not something I did. It was something Zepz did.”
At this point we’d reached the apartment. “What?” she opened the door and then stood there in it, perhaps not so sure about me at this point.
“Have you ever heard of the app BallsBounty?”
“Uh, yeah, I think Zepz showed to me. That’s the one where you can offer a reward for whoever kicks a guy in the balls, right?”
“Yeah. Zepz put out a bounty on me.”
“Oh. Maybe I shouldn’t let you in.”
“No, please, here’s the thing. I was always on good terms with her, I haven’t seen her in months, and she did it this morning.”
“This morning?”
“Well, this morning or maybe last night. The first person to cash it in was before lunch today.”
“The first person?”
“There have been several today. That’s kind of why I’d rather talk inside. I’m worried that there might be more. The girl who got me in the stairwell might well tell her friends to come collect the bounty, too.”
“How much is it?”
“Fifty bucks for each girl.”
“What? Okay, yeah, we’d better get you in here.” She stood aside and motioned for me to come in, which I eagerly did. I took a seat on their couch, and she closed the door after looking down the hallway and then sat in a chair.
“That’s part of what’s crazy about this. Fifty bucks is a lot. It’s the maximum allowed on the site. And, on top of that, she put up the money for up to 100 girls to cash it in.”
“Wait, wouldn’t that be $5,000?”
“Yeah. I mean, I know her family comes from money, but that’s a huge amount of dough. It doesn’t make any sense that she’d put that sort of money up to pay me back for something. I can’t think of anything I’ve ever done to her. And if she hasn’t been home, but she put a bounty on me, that’s even weirder. Can you tell me what you know?”
“Yeah, okay, so, like, Saturday night at like 9, she went to a party. It was hosted by some grad students from the lab she works at. It was up on the hill in the neighborhood past the sorority quad. I had studying to do, so I couldn’t go. She walked up there by herself. I went to bed at about 1am, and she wasn’t back yet, which seemed a little weird, but no big deal. But when I woke up in the morning, she wasn’t home and her bed hadn’t been slept in.
“I thought that maybe she’d met a guy or something, even though she’s not usually that fast, but I tried texting her and got no answer. And then, since I was worried, I tried calling, but she didn’t answer that either. We had plans to meet some friends for supper Sunday night, and she didn’t show up for that. That’s not like her. She’s dependable. I mean, she might miss something, but she’d call. And last night she still didn’t come home.
“Last night, I called the cops and reported her missing. They sent an officer out to take a report, but he dismissed the whole thing. I mean, he took the report, but it seemed pretty clear that he thought that she was just out having fun somewhere. I don’t think he really believed me. He saw those couple of pictures over there,” she said motioning to some pictures over on a corkboard, “that we’d taken when drinking together, and I think that he decided that she was just a party girl who was on a long bender.”
“That sucks.”
“I know. I’m really worried.”
“Maybe this bounty is some sort of call for help? I don’t know how to piece this all together.”
“I don’t know what to do either,” she said, clearly quite upset.
“Did you talk to the people who threw the party?”
“No, I don’t remember names very well, and even if I did, I only got introduced with first names and Zepz has their numbers, but I don’t. They were her officemates. I know what block the house was on: I’d been there once before, but the houses there all look the same to me so I’m not sure which it was. I feel so helpless. I want to know if she’s okay.”
“Well, do you know where the lab she worked at is? What professor is in charge of it? Maybe they’d know. I’m sure they’d be willing to help out if we explained the situation. And we can see if anyone there has seen her.”
“I do know that. That’s a great idea. We can go ask Dr. Felton. She’ll know the names of her students and some of them will probably be there.”
“Okay, should we go now?”
“No, not now. They lock the research building in the evenings. You need a key to even get in after 6. Zepz didn’t even have one. She’d text the grad students to get someone to let her in if she was working in the evenings. But we could go tomorrow morning. Are you free? I have class at 10:30, but I’m free before that.”
“Yeah, sure. When do you want to meet? I live in Stanton Hall so it’s basically along your way, uh, that’s assuming you mean the Graduate Science Research Center?”
“Yeah.”
“So, I’m basically along your way. Want to meet at say 9:30 and go over and try to talk to the professor?”
“That sounds good. I’m so relieved. Thank you for taking this seriously!”
“No problem! Thanks for listening to me. Mostly I’ve just been getting kicked in the crotch today.”
Before I left, she showed me the copy of the police report the officer had left with her. I took a picture of to with my phone in case it would come in handy at some point.
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Juanita stayed in the dorm next to theirs, so it was a pretty quick walk. I decided to take the stairs up to her room rather than the elevator figuring I'd be less likely to be alone with any girls. When I got up there, there were a couple of guys talking in the hallway. I asked them if they knew where Juanita's room was and they pointed me around the corner and gave me a room number. That segment of the hallway was shorter and there were a couple of girls hanging out in that part of the hall.
One was a slender blond girl in tight jeans and a very tight blue sleeveless t-shirt. I could see clearly that she wasn't wearing a bra and that she had small, pert, pointy breasts with, at that moment, hard nipples. The other girl had curly light brown hair and was also wearing jeans. She was wearing a tube top over her much more substantial bust. She had a narrow waist and her bare midriff showed off her toned stomach. They were looking my way when I rounded the corner, and I could sort of see a spark of recognition in their eyes as though they were trying to remember if they knew me and from where.
Normally I might have tried to make conversation with them as they were pretty hot, but instead, I had a feeling that I knew where this was going. So I quickly brushed by them, hoping to get to my destination speedily and with some semblance of safety.
I knocked on what I had been told was Juanita's door. It was answered by a short, but very cute, black girl. I was a little surprised, as I had been expecting Juanita, but quickly realized it was probably her roommate who had answered the door.
"Hey," I said. "Is Juanita home? I'm Ed. She's not expecting me, but she knows me. We were in Linguistics together last semester and there's something I really desperately need her help with."
"Oh," she said, "um, she's not here. But she ought to be back in, oh, I don't know, 15 minutes or so. If you wait in the lounge, I'll send her to you when she gets back."
"Okay. Thanks." But as I started to turn to go that way I saw that one of the girls was looking my way and smiling in an eager way. "Uh, wait. Is there any way that I could wait in here?"
"Why?"
I lowered my voice to a whisper. "I'm worried that those girls are going to kick me in the balls."
"What? Why would you think that?" She looked past me out into the hallway. "That's Brooklyn and Tammi. They're harmless," she said in a nice loud voice, much to my dismay. "Plus I don't really know you like that. So wait in the lounge," she continued, with an air of irritation.
"Yeah, okay," I said, sheepishly. But as I turned to go. Brooklyn and Tammi were smiling toothy grins at me like sharks eager for their meal. I started to turn back, but it was too late. Juanita's roommate had already shut the door.
There was no one else in that part of the hall other than the two of them. I'd passed the floor lounge on the way in, so getting back to it without going out the emergency exit meant going back by them. My balls were still extremely tender and I really didn't want them kicked any more right then. In other circumstances I would have been eager for two hotties to punt my junk, but it was really getting to be way too much of a painful thing.
Looking at them looking at me, it was clear that we all knew the score. So I covered my nuts with both hands and tried to go past them down the hallway. The busty one knew just how to handle that, though. Right as I was moving past them, she suddenly reached out, grabbed my nipple, squeezed it and twisted. It hurt a lot and instinctively I brought both hands up to grab onto her wrist and try to make her stop. As soon as my hands were off my groin, though, her knee smashed right up into my nuts. It was a quick hit but solid, her kneecap having hit my testicles directly and pushed them right into my pubic bone. My tender balls were engulfed in extreme pain. My legs got very wobbly, and I collapsed to the floor. Instinctively I grabbed my balls with both hands as I moaned and collapsed onto the hallway carpet.
Once again the kick was so hard that I was actually completely out of it for a few moments. But the sound of the picture snap from her cellphone brought me back to basic awareness of the world, although I still wasn't expecting to be moving any time soon. After the camera picture sound next I heard the girls arguing.
"You got to go first last time we did this. Now how am I supposed to get a kick in?"
"Well, you saw how he was covering his nuts. I didn't want us to wind up not being able to get him at all. You never want to do the titty-twister. So if I'd waited for you he'd be in the lounge by now."
"Well, okay, but still, I want a turn. I could use the fifty bucks, plus, you know, it's fun."
"Well, I do have one idea I could try." She jostled me just a little using her foot. "Hey, guy, do you like big boobs?"
"Yeah, definitely," I answered, confused.
"I'll let you feel me up if you let my friend kick your nuts."
I thought about it for a bit. In the end, I couldn't say no. I mean, despite all of the pain and the worry about damage, there was still a part of me that found this whole thing hot. And although I'd just gotten to do some very pleasant ogling of Alyssa’s very nice boobs, that was still a long way from touching some. This girl was cute with a great body and a nice rack and heck yes I wanted to feel her up.
"Yeah, okay. But can we do the kick in the lounge?"
"Sure, but we have to do the feeling up in my room."
"Sure. It's a deal."
So I followed the girls to the busty girl's room. (I never found out which girl was named Brooklyn and which was named Tammi.) And then the less busty one waited outside while the busty one and I went in.
She invited me to sit down on her bed next to her. When I was seated she pulled her tube top down and her big round breasts with their little pink nipples popped free. Then she said, "Okay, two minutes, enjoy."
I felt a little awkward doing this with a stranger, but I got over it quickly. And soon my hands were on her big soft breasts first just squeezing them generally, but then pinching and playing with her rubbery nipples. My cock got so hard inside its bandages enjoying touching her chest. Knowing the price I was going to pay later just made the whole thing sexier.
And then, before I knew it, my two minutes were up, and it was time to pay the piper. She pulled her top back up, and I followed her to the study room like a prisoner being marched to the gallows. Her friend was there waiting for us and seem to be almost drooling in anticipation. I found that simultaneously very worrying but also, honestly, pretty hot.
I stood there with my legs apart and waited for her to deliver a kick that I expected would be about as hard as any I'd gotten that day. And sure enough she lived up to those expectations. The kick came hard and fast and without mercy, and when it landed my nuts screamed in pain and I went immediately to the floor. I'm not really sure how long I laid there on the floor moaning softly in pain holding my crotch. I'm certain it was at least long enough that she got a picture although I have no recollection of that.
What I can tell you for sure is that I was still lying on the carpet when Juanita came into the study lounge. I wasn't completely out of it by that point but I also wasn't really quite ready to get up. Honestly, I'd hoped for a few more minutes to recover before she showed up because I had a sneaking suspicion that I was going to have to take a kick in the balls from her, too, in order to secure her cooperation.
Then once I saw her I figured I'd better say something. “Hey, Juanita. Remember me from Linguistics? I really need your help!”
“Yeah, I remember you. Why are you on the floor?”
I managed to roll up to a sitting position. “Well, it's actually all kind of connected. There's this really weird thing that happened to me. Now, I'm not supposed to know this, but I do, but, like, I'm on the front page of BallsBounty. Someone, I don't know who, put up $5,000 worth of reward on me. Like, I really don't know who. I have no idea who would do this or why. And I'm just trying to find out who posted it and why and what to do about it. I mean if I've upset somebody I'd at least like to know what I did.”
“So why come here to me?”
“Well, my friend, the one who told me that I was on the app even though she wasn't supposed to so that I know why so many people have been kicking my balls today, she let me look to try and figure out who it was. It's some user named HindenbergUncertaintyPrinciple, but I have no idea who that is. But she only has like half a dozen friends on BallsBounty, and my friend let me check them out on the app and when I saw the user called PatearHuevos, I recognized you. So, please, do you know who HindenbergUncertaintyPrinciple is? I'm on the floor because of the kicks I got from Tammi and Brooklyn. That's eight kicks today, and I don't think my balls can take too much more.”
“Sorry, I haven't used that in a year or more. I don't remember the username of anyone.”
“Are you sure? Could you at least give it a look and see if maybe it jogs your memory?”
“Si.” She pulled out her smartphone. “Wow, you were not joking. 50 bucks is a lot of money for a kick!” But then she seemed to spend a little bit of time looking at the app. “No. I have no idea who that is. I wish that I could help you more, especially because of what it's going to cost you,“ she said, giving me a sly look.
By this point I knew what was coming. “Okay,” I said, slowly climbing back to my feet. “I know what you need to do. Can I have a moment or two more to recover?”
“I guess so, but I have to go to dinner soon. And I have plans with friends tonight, so not too long.”
“Thanks.“
I sat there for a moment or two and then the silence started to feel awkward so I figured I should make a little small talk. “So, How’ve you been?”
“Oh, I am doing well. How are you doing? I know you’ve been kicked in the balls a lot, but other than that, how are you doing?”
“Oh, I'm fine. Semester's going well.”
“Libby seems to be good now. I don’t think she is in love with you any more. I don’t think she misses you. I hope you don’t miss her.”
I'd forgotten that she was a friend of my ex. “Yeah, I mean, I'm not with anybody new yet, but it's not as if I spend a lot of time pining over her.”
“What is pining?” Juanita’s English was very good, but there was still some vocabulary she didn’t know.
“Oh, it just means thinking about someone a lot and missing them.”
“Okay. That's good that you are not missing her. I have not seen her much this semester. I have heard that she is dating some guy who is new. I have not met him yet.”
“That's cool.”
“Are you ready now?”
“I guess so,” I said, going ahead and standing up. I spread my legs and faced towards her. She wasted no time. As soon as I was in position she reared her foot back and smashed it forcefully right between my legs. I was still so tender from the last hit and probably the cumulative effects of everything that day that I went down in a heap right away.
Next she posed in front of me for the selfie to show the proof of the kick. I heard the camera snap and then I could see her using her smartphone waiting for the picture to finish uploading. As she was looking at it she said, “Interesting. That is odd.”
“What is?” I managed to squeak.
“The app shows me that I have a mutual friend with HindenbergUncertaintyPrinciple. We are both friends with TallSuperHottie. I don’t remember who that is, but let me check if there are pictures. No. There are no photos from that account. I have no idea.”
I already knew that TallSuperHottie hadn't posted any proofs of kicking. But she didn't know that I knew that so I appreciated that she was trying to be helpful. “Thanks,” I squeaked.
“No, thank you,” she responded. “I really enjoyed doing that. It is fun to kick boys like you in their eggs.” She gave me a smile as she departed.
I stayed on the floor of her study lounge as she went back to her room. A couple of minutes later I managed to pull myself up off the floor, worried that if I stayed there too long some other girl would find me and nail me in the nuts too. Not sure what else to do I headed to the cafeteria to have dinner. I figured that in such a big public place nobody would be able to get me.
And, believe it or not, that time, I was actually correct. I made it through all of supper without getting kicked in the balls once. I sat at a table by myself and just tried to think through my predicament. At first it seemed to be like my time with Juanita had just been a total dead end. But as I thought about it I realize that the fact that both she and Hindenburg uncertainty principle were friends with TallSuperHottie could actually be useful information.
And as I thought some more, I realized that I hadn't really done everything I could to find the identity of HindenbergUncertaintyPrinciple’s friends. Sure I had tried looking for pictures, but I hadn't tried looking at their friends. I mean, obviously you could push that off and look at friends of friends of friends of friends forever and probably not get any useful information but maybe I could identify at least one of her friends by looking at who their friends are.
To do that, though, I'd need the cooperation of someone with the app. Juanita had sounded like she wasn't going to be in. And Alyssa and Cynthia had said they had plans as well. I headed back to my dorm room, hoping that now that I knew the basics that either Stacy or my RA would be willing to help. Fortunately I didn't get trapped in the elevator with any ball kickers. Unfortunately, neither Stacy nor my RA was around.
I hung out for about a half hour waiting to see if either of them would appear. And then it occurred to me that I did have one other option: Brian's ex. She'd given me her location and invited me to come see her. She'd always seemed reasonable, so I figured I could probably strike a deal.
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Having failed to find any answers, I just lay in bed and let my balls heal up before the next assault. After an hour or so, they felt pretty normal and I discarded the remains of the ice bag. At this point it was around lunch time, and I was getting hungry. I kept some luncheon meat and cheese in the fridge in the shared kitchen, but I was a little worried that I might get another kick in the balls if I went to get it. So I kept waiting for a little while, but then, as I got hungrier, I decided that I was just being silly.
So I went to the kitchen and made myself a sandwich and ate it, and it all went fine. Nothing happened during that part. But then after I was done when I was heading back to my room, I saw my RA. She was short and stacked with dark curly hair and olive skin. Really she was pretty cute, but she was off limits to me since she was my RA so I'd never really considered any romantic possibilities with her or anything like that. But I always did give her tits a good ogle when I got the chance. This time I didn't, of course, because she was looking right at me. But I did still note that she looked great in the sleeveless white turtleneck top and long, tight maroon skirt she was wearing.
"Hey, Ed. There was an incident which happened in the hallway last night, and I need to talk to you about it. Are you free?"
"Uh, yeah, sure," I said. My mind raced, trying to think of what she could be talking about.
"Here, join me in my room for a moment."
I followed her in, and she closed the door behind us. "So," I asked, "what's this all about?"
"Well..." she began. And then I saw that her foot was starting to swing back. My eyes got wide and I started to close my knees, but I wasn't fast enough. Her foot rocketed forward, ramming right into my nuts at full force. Although I thought I was pretty well recovered earlier, I quickly realized how wrong I had been. My tender testes screamed in agony inside me, and I let out a strangled cry of pain as well. I wound up on my knees in front of her my face contorted in agony.
"Perfect," she said as she took a selfie in front of me.
"My poor balls," I moaned. "What did I do to deserve that?"
"Oh, I'm sure you've got a pretty good idea what you've done," she said with a knowing twinkle in her eye.
"Not a clue," I replied.
"Oh well. I'm sure you'll work it out."
Feeling sure that she wasn't going to tell me anything, I headed back to my room, moving very slowly, still partially hunched over. When I got there, I just lay on my bed and waited for the pain to subside. I'd been there about twenty minutes when I heard my phone buzz.
It was a text message from Alyssa. I was pretty surprised to hear from her. We'd been in a project group the previous semester: me, her, and her roommate Cynthia. Cynthia was pretty cute, an average height black girl with really smooth, pretty ebony skin and a pretty face. She had decent-sized tits and a nice pert ass. She wore a lot of tight jeans which showed off her booty, which I always liked.
So Cynthia was definitely pretty nice looking, but Alyssa was out of this world. She had pale skin and short, curly blonde hair. Her face was basically cute, but her body was incredible. She was tall and had narrow shoulders and a teeny tiny little waist and then these big wide hips and a big round ass. Despite being the white girl she was the one with what people sometimes call "ghetto booty". And, up top, despite her small rib cage, she had a huge pair of knockers, too. She liked to wear really tight tops which showed off how big her tits were relative to the rest of her torso.
And what was extra hot was that she would talk about them. She would say things like "I need to finish this up and get home so I can set the girls free. They hate being cooped up in this bra" or "I'm here! It's titty time!" And one time she even said, "Maybe instead of doing all this work, I can just show the professor my tits and get us an A that way." And I asked, "You really think that'll work?" And her answer was, "Well, it did for Mr. Collier in high school, but then he had a huge reputation for being a boob-hound and a pervert."
When we were working on the project together, she flirted with me all the time, but she had a boyfriend back home, so that's all it was. But still, it was nice to have such a hot girl flirting with me all the time. So anyway, I was surprised to get a text message from her since I hadn't heard from her since the end of the previous semester. And then I was even more surprised when I read it: "Ed, I could really use your help. My boyfriend's scheduled a day with friends on the lake for when I get back from school next month and I bought some new very small bikinis. I want to surprise him with one, but I can't figure out which one is sexiest. Can you come over this afternoon and I'll try them on for you and you can give me a man's opinion?"
So, of course I texted her back saying, "Absolutely! I'll be right over." And she replied, "Great!"
I got halfway down my hallway when my common sense kicked in. When something sounds too good to be true, it probably is. It came to me what was probably going on. So I stopped, went back to the protection of my room and texted her, "Are you going to kick me in the nuts?"
She replied very quickly with, "Would I do that to you?" rather than an explicit no. I now felt completely sure that she was planning to kick my nuts for the same reason that mysteriously was motivating everyone else.
So I texted back, "I'll come over and let you kick me in the nuts on two conditions, 1: you really do try on sexy bikinis for me 2: you tell me why everyone is trying to kick me in the nuts"
After a couple of minutes I got a text back from her, "Okay, I agree, but only if Cynthia gets to kick you, too."
I texted back, "It's a deal."
So I left the relative safety of my room and headed back across campus towards their dorm room. I was really kind of eager to see Alyssa in a sexy bikini and have her kick my balls. I mean, if you'd told me the day before that Alyssa wanted to dress up sexy for me and kick me in the balls, I'd have been over the moon. As it was, I was worrying about whether or not I'd make it to the end of the day with my balls still intact, but I still couldn't help but feel excited about this one. Plus I was finally going to find out what was up.
As I walked across campus I kept an eye out for anyone who might be targeting me. So far everyone had kicked me in private with no one else around, but I wasn't sure if that would continue. I was about halfway there when I ran into my friend Brian's ex. She smiled when she saw me. "Ed! Just who I was looking for. I'm having the toughest time with this Physics problem and I could really use your help. Can you come back to my dorm with me and give me a hand with it?"
I had forgotten her name, but I hadn't forgotten her. She was this really cute punk-rock looking Indian-American girl that Brian had been with for about six months before they'd gotten in a big fight about whether or not he was a sexist (he is, but doesn't want to confront that fact, so yeah, I don't have a lot of sympathy for him on that front. She wasn't even like drawing a line in the sand saying she wouldn't date a sexist or anything, she just wasn't willing to tell him that he wasn't one, and he got all pissy about that. He's a good friend, but I always wind up feeling sorry for his girlfriends).
I would definitely describe her as really cute. She had a little bit of a soft figure but was really strongly hourglass-shaped and with nice tits. I mean, not big like Alyssa or Zepz, but definitely a good handful. She was, like usual, wearing jean shorts and a leather jacket over a tank top which, like usual showed just enough cleavage to be interesting. And like usual, she was wearing combat boots. It was those that had lead to me fantasizing in the past about the possibility of her being a ballbuster. She often didn't wear a bra, and I'd jerked off more than once to the idea of seeing her tits jiggle as she smashed those hard, heavy boots mercilessly into my balls again and again. Admittedly, though most of that fantasizing took place before the first time I'd actually gotten busted and learned that my balls aren't actually as tough as I'd imagined.
And now that the opportunity was there, given how much smashing my poor testes had already had and were going to have soon, I just couldn't do it. "Oh, I wish I had time, but I'm on my way over to a friend's dorm room and they're waiting for me, so I really can't take a detour."
She looked a little disappointed. "Well, is there any chance you could stop by this evening? I promise I'll make it worth your while," she said with a little hint of flirtation to her voice, which I wasn't really expecting at all.
I couldn't bring myself to just flat-out say no. "Maybe, if I have time."
"Okay, well, my room is 203 Hamilton, and I'll be there all evening studying tonight. I've got to bring my physics grade up! So if you can stop in at any point, it would be highly appreciated."
"I'll try and find time."
She smiled at me and we went our separate ways.
When I got to Cynthia and Alyssa's place, it was Cynthia who opened the door. Cynthia was wearing tight jeans, like usual, but she was also wearing a tight, low cut top and pointy red high heels and she had makeup on. It looked like she was planning on going clubbing.
Taking her all in, I said, "You look very nice. Are you going out on a date after this?"
"No, silly. Now come on in before someone sees you." I let her usher me in the doorway and then, closing the door behind us, she continued, "Because you know it's coming, it's easy for us to do videos instead of selfies. So I figured that I should look good for it. Hey, Alyssa, Ed's here."
Their room was always very neat, but not that huge and initially I was surprised to not see Alyssa there, but when Cynthia called her, she came out of the bathroom where she'd apparently been changing. When she came strutting out, I was floored. She was wearing a teeny tiny little blue sparkly bikini and black strappy high heels. And when I say "teeny tiny", that is exactly what I mean. The bottoms are just a couple strings and one thin strip which basically just barely covered her pubes and her labia. Her top was just strings and these two little triangles of fabric which only covered her nipples. And given how big her breasts are, it was a visual feast of cleavage, side-boob, and under-boob. And when she took a couple of steps towards me, her whole chest shook, just becoming a landscape of big jiggling mountains. Just looking at her, my cock was so, so hard, just struggling against the gauze I had wrapped it up in. I managed to speak, though, simply saying, "Wow!"
"Yeah, pretty sexy, huh?" she replied. "I think this one's probably the winner, but I'll show you the other one, too, after the kicking. Speaking of which, we should do that first. I think Cynthia should kick first."
"Uh, sure," I said, trying to look vaguely calm on the outside despite the fact that my stomach was doing flips from the anticipation of getting my balls kicked by these sexy girls. Alyssa strutted across the room and picked her phone up of her desk. In the process, I got to see that the back side of her bikini was just as scant as the front: one little slender blue triangle between her big, round ass cheeks. Honestly, the way she looked right then, she could do anything she wanted to my balls and you'd hear no complaints from me.
She directed me to go stand over by the bed and then Cynthia would approach me and just kick me right in the balls. To make it look like we hadn't planned it, she suggested I should be talking when the kick came. So my line was, "Oh, hey, how are you?"
So Alyssa stayed recording and I stood there and Cynthia came striding up and I said, "Oh, hey, how-" and her foot rocketed into my crotch, the point at the toe end of her shoe slamming right into my left testicle with a good deal of force behind it. I jumped up, howling in pain, grabbing at my tender testicle. And then I wound up sort of falling over onto the bed and holding my crotch as I rolled around in pain. She'd really gotten that one so exactly worth the point of her shoe that it felt really brutalized. I was in so, so much pain.
"Wow," I heard Alyssa say to Cynthia. "You really got him good. That may be tough to beat. But I'll try my best once he's up again."
I laid there for a couple more minutes and then Alyssa started to get impatient. "Come on, I need my turn as well. Umm, here, look at my boobs. I bet that'll help you feel better."
When I looked, I saw that she had her hands on top of her head and she was shaking her chest gently back and forth causing her breasts to slowly undulate. It was a magnificent sight, her big tits shaking and jiggling gently. As I watched, I kept expecting a nipple to slip out from behind it’s triangle, but she was shaking with just enough force to jiggle everything, but not enough to set her nipple free. And she was correct, as my cock got harder watching that, my balls started to not feel so bad. So I struggled back to my feet ready for another kick.
Cynthia had the camera this time. We sort of reversed things so that the other side of the room was in the background so it wouldn't look like we'd shot both videos in the same place. This time my love was to be "Wow! That's a great bikini!" (which, of course, it was).
I stood there, legs shoulder-width apart and Alyssa was facing me and sort of bouncing a little on her toes while wearing her tiny bikini which looked pretty amazing, especially how her breasts were bouncing, too. It even looked like one of her boobs was finally starting to bounce free of her top, but before that could come to fruition, Cynthia called, "Action!"
And I, in character, looked Alyssa up and down and said, "Wow!" and then she delivered a perfect front snap kick with the top of her foot slamming right into my balls with astonishing speed and force. I instantly collapsed on the ground holding my poor battered balls and moaning in pain. "Oh my balls! Oh God, my balls!" They hurt so bad that at the time I really thought that she might have broken them. I spent the next ten minutes lying on the floor cradling my balls insensible to the world around me.
When I finally felt aware of the world outside my testicles, I heard the two girls talking. Cynthia was saying, "So I guess I'll just delete this one, then?"
And Alyssa replying, "No! You don't need to delete it just because we can't upload it. I still want a copy and Ed might, too."
"I might want a copy of what?" I asked as I rolled over to face them. They were standing, though, and I was still lying on the ground.
"Ed, I see you're back with us. I have some bad news. It seems my nipple slipped out during the kick. So we can't use the video because the site doesn't allow nudity. So I'm gonna need to kick you again. I'll switch to the other bikini since I'm less likely to fall out of that one."
"We only agreed to one kick, but I'll do it if you send me copies of all the videos and if we talk about what's going on first so that I have some recovery time. You kick really hard!"
"I had seven years of Tae Kwon Do!" she said with a smile. "As for what's going on, that's really simple. There's an app called BallsBounty. It lets girls pay other girls to kick guys in the balls. A girl posts a bounty and then other girls kick or punch or knee the guy in the balls and then they take a picture or video as proof and then they get paid. Get up off the floor and I'll show you."
I managed to climb up to hands and knees and then to climb up onto her bed and sit on the edge of it. She sat down beside me and pulled out her phone. "So, it's organized by city, so you'll only see people near you. But guess who's the number one bounty in the city right now? That's right," she said as she pulled up the top bounties list for our area, "it's you! Some user called HindenbergUncertaintyPrinciple has posted a $5,000 bounty for your balls. Each girl who kicks you gets $50 and up to 100 girls can collect. $50 is the maximum bounty per kick that the app allows. Most people just post like $5 per kick and only just a few kicks. So this is pretty unusual. You must have done something to make her pretty mad. You didn't rape anyone did you?"
"No! I would never!” I said, clearly taken aback. Seeing that she didn’t look that serious about it, I continued, “I honestly don't have any idea at all who this would be. I haven't really done anything to anyone. I mean when I broke up with my last girlfriend, Libby, she was pretty pissed about it, but that was about a year ago, and I doubt she's still angry enough to spend $5000 on it. And since then, other than spending a lot of time going out with a girl who wasn't really that into me, I haven't really done anything dating-wise. I haven't gone out with anybody in at least a month and I haven't even hooked up with anyone since I broke up with Libby."
"Wow, so you really don't have any idea. Well, let's see what we can find out about this HindenbergUncertaintyPrinciple girl. Hmm, her profile picture is just a picture of her cleavage. So we know she has big tits. Let's see if she's uploaded any proof photos or videos that we could maybe recognize her from. Hmm, looks like just one picture. Well, she got that guy pretty good. Huh. More cleavage, but her face is cut off on this picture. That hallway looks familiar."
"I think it's the one in the student center near the bowling alley."
"Yeah, the one in the basement which leads to the bathrooms. So, we know that this girl is a student here who has big tits and a willingness to show them off."
"And that she isn't you."
"Right!" she smiled at that. "Let's try looking at her friends list."
She only had five friends on BallsBounty. Two of them, TallSuperHottie and AnnieTokley had cartoons for profile pictures and hadn't uploaded any proof pictures or videos. The other three had real pictures and had each uploaded a proof picture of two. EvilSmurfette had blue hair and I was sure I would have remembered if she'd been walking around campus. Alyssa checked and you could see that she was from a different area.
TerribleTerrapin looked kind of familiar to me, maybe, but the combination of her name and the University of Maryland sweatshirt she was wearing in her profile picture made it unsurprising that she was also not in our area. But the last girl, PatearHuevos, I recognized. She was the girl from Mexico who'd been in my linguistics class the previous semester. I didn't remember her name, but I had had a lot of friends in that class, so I was sure one of them would remember.
I started texting friends. I found out pretty quickly that her name was Juanita. So then I tried to find out if anyone I knew had her number. While I was waiting for a reply, Alyssa asked me, "How are your balls doing?"
"I think they're all right."
"Okay. Time to try the video again then," she said with a smile, and she went into the bathroom to go change into the other bikini. I got a good eyeful of her ass in the thong as she walked away from me. I felt a little regret. I'd been paying so much attention to the BallsBounty app that I'd not spent much time enjoying the view of her in that tiny bikini and now she was gonna change.
While she was changing, I got the text I was waiting for with info about what dorm Juanita lived in. It had the floor, but not the room number, but that was good enough. Most people would be home after classes on a Monday, so I could easily go there and ask around.
When Alyssa emerged from the bathroom, she was wearing a red bikini. It wasn't as small as the other one, but it was still very sexy. The top had actual cups to cradle her breasts so the bottom and outside of her tits weren't really visible, but there was still an enormous amount of cleavage on display. It seemed like maybe there was even a push-up effect because her big tits looked even bigger than before.
The bottom was also more modest, covering her pubic area pretty thoroughly. But when she did a little turn around to show it off, I could see that this bikini bottom was also a thong. After getting a good eyeful of the whole thing, I could feel my cock throbbing in its wrapping once more.
"So," she asked, "what do you think?"
"You look really sexy in this one, too."
"Well, we'll see if you feel the same way after I boot you in the balls while wearing it," she said, smiling a wicked smile. "Time to pay the price."
So I got up off the bed. I could still feel some soreness in my testicles from the last kick, but it was only a very dull ache. The idea of Alyssa giving me another kick sounded very hot, but the last one had been so forceful that I was more than a little nervous. My heart was beating in my chest as much from fear as arousal. I managed, though, to overcome it and take my position in the middle of the room standing with my legs slightly spread.
Alyssa got into position and Cynthia started recording the video on her phone. After a moment I realized that I should say my line like before. So once more I began with, "Wow! That's -" until I was interrupted by Alyssa's foot slamming into my unprotected testicles with tremendous force. I feel too the floor and curled up into a ball. I grabbed my balls they just hit so very badly. I didn't even say any words or moan. I just lay there silently gasping for air. It had been another very exactly delivered front snap kick.
For the next while I just lay there clutching my balls unaware of anything other that the mighty testicular pain which had engulfed my body. Quite some while later I realized that Alyssa was sitting on the floor next to me and stroking my hair. I let out a quiet moan and rolled over a little so that I could see her. She was still wearing the bikini and getting a fresh view of that made my cock twitch a little, helping the pain in my balls recede from my consciousness.
"How're you doing?" she asked with a real sound of concern in her voice.
"I'll be okay eventually."
"So, everything's still in one piece? Well, two pieces, I mean."
I was pretty sure there'd been no lasting damage, but I gave them a quick feel to be certain. They felt bigger than usual and a little tender to the touch. "Everything is still intact, but they feel tender and I think they're swollen."
"Can I see?"
"I'll show you mine if you show me yours," I said, flirtatiously.
"Sure," she said, and, much to my surprise, she took her top off right then. Obviously I had gotten to see a good portion of her breasts when they were in the skimpy bikini top, but still, getting to see the completely without any covering was even better. Her areolas were a nice shade of pink and came to good points. I couldn't help but imagine how nice it would be to suck on them.
Fair was fair so I stood up and pulled down my pants and then my underwear. My balls were very red from the impact of the kicks and were definitely a little bigger than usual although not hugely swollen.
"Wow! Those are red! Cynthia come look at how red we got them! What's with the gauze?" she asked, noticing how my penis was wrapped up.
Cynthia did come over and look while I answered Alyssa's question. "During an earlier kicking, my penis got scraped pretty bad by the heel of the girl's shoe."
"Ouch. How bad is it?"
"It's okay. It's just a scrape. It stings, but it's nothing like the pain in my balls."
"Heh, sorry about that," she said, although I could tell that she wasn't, really.
Cynthia chimed in, "Wow, those are pretty red. How many girls have kicked you today?"
"You're the fifth and sixth ball busters. You're the first ones to tell me why, though. What are the rules of this BallsBounty thing anyway?"
"Oh, they're pretty straightforward. The people who run the site are trying to keep it secret from guys and, like, the police since it could probably be considered, like, conspiracy to commit assault or something. So, in general, no kicking guys where other people, other than BallsBounty members, are gonna see, no using real names for your account, no telling guys why they're being kicked. I think that's it. Do you remember any others, Alyssa?"
"Try not to cause permanent damage. So like no stomping with golf cleats or cutting them off with a knife or anything like that. Although they were fine with that girl who used a taser. Some people thought that that was across the line. Oh, and, of course, no nudity. I think that's just partially because they don't have any good way to make sure that everyone is 18, and they don't want to host anything which could be considered kiddie porn."
"Well, thanks for relaxing those rules a little for me. It was driving me nuts not knowing what was going on."
"Sure," Alyssa responded. You've always seemed like a good guy and it seemed unfair to let you get your balls crushed a seventh time without giving you some clue why was going on. I wish I could tell you who had put the bounty on your balls."
"That's okay. Hopefully Juanita will be able to help me with that. Actually, I ought to get over there. I can probably catch her before she goes to supper."
"That sounds good. Let us know if we can be any help. Oh, though I should warn you that we're gonna be seeing that new Avengers movie with Laura tonight. So after supper, we won't be much help."
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The first time I was kicked in the balls was towards the end of my freshman year of college. It happened because I told Libby that I was dumping her. Libby was tall, thin, pretty, and blonde, and we had lots of good sex while we were together, but she always talked down to me and treated me like an idiot just because I wasn't as organized as she was. When I finally decided that enough was enough and that asking her to be nicer wasn't working, I just came over to her apartment and knocked on her door. When she answered the door, she was wearing a black tank top which showed off her very nice cleavage, a cute tan tennis skirt and some black Mary Janes. She looked pretty hot, really, which I’ll admit, did make it more difficult to break it off.
But I steeled myself and told her that I was breaking up with her. She called me an asshole, and then, before I had any idea what she was up to, she quickly swung her leg back and kicked me hard and fast right between my legs, smashing my balls extremely painfully with her foot. I had never been kicked there before by a girl, and she managed way more power than I had guessed she could, and it hurt so much worse than I had expected. My stomach cramped up as I crumpled to the floor in pain and just lay there holding my crotch and moaning. I heard her say that I'd never find another girl as hot as her who wanted to date me and then she closed the door, leaving me there on curled in a ball on her doorstep.
Eventually, I got up, dragged myself home, and told everyone in my favorite ballbusting chat room about it. They were all very jealous. And I may have been a little pissed at her, but honestly I got off so hard when I jerked off that night that I easily forgave her for kicking me in anger.
It was kind of funny that she had done that because when we were dating I'd asked her if she'd kick or punch me in the balls as part of foreplay, and she'd told me that it was weird and that she'd never do it. I guess she only believed in non-consensual ballbusting. Go figure.
Until that point in my life, I'd been fascinated with having my balls kicked, and I'd watched ballbusting porn and even attempted some self-busting, but I'd never had anyone else play rough with my danglers. It was quite a shock, but it definitely fueled my fantasies for the next while. I especially found myself imagining that her roommate, Zepz, had joined in too. Zepz was a brunette who was also tall, slender, and pretty (even if her face wasn't as stunning as Libby’s), but much curvier in the hips and way, way bigger in the chest. I would have loved for her to have given me a kick, too.
It wasn't hard to imagine Zepz giving me a kick because she'd threatened to a couple of times while I was dating Libby and because she'd told me about a few of the times when she'd kicked guys. Generally, it was guys who had let their hands wander without her permission, but it also involved some surprise busts on friends just to see their reaction. So thinking about the two of them double teaming me was sort of a logical extension of my fantasy, if you can really call ballbusting fantasies logical.
Anyway, this is not mostly the story of the first girl ever to kick my balls. That was hot, but, well kind of normal compared to what happened later. This is the story of the second through twenty-third girls to kick or punch or knee or otherwise be mean to my testicles.
It all started about a year later in the last couple of weeks of classes before the end of my spring semester of my sophomore year. Since the first time, I'd not had any more ballbusting and Libby's prediction had at least basically come true. I hadn't really dated anyone since we'd broken up.
One of my high school friends who was a year younger than me (and who I'd long been interested in dating) had started at my university as a freshman that year, and I'd spent a few months trying to get things started with her. She'd been really frustratingly noncommittal about everything, neither wanting to really do anything romantic with me nor to rule it out completely. For months after we went out on our first date, well, the first thing that I would have called a date, she was still saying things like, "I think I like you like you, but I'm still figuring myself out." She was so hot and so smart and so happy to spend time with me and yet, so very wishy-washy about "us".
So that was how I wasted most of my year chasing something that always felt on the verge of being something, but never came to fruition. Anyway, our story picks up after I'd given up on the possibility of anything happening with her. Specially, it begins on a Monday in April after I'd spent all weekend cramming for the last organic chemistry test before the final. I was exhausted, cranky, and frankly kind of horny as I had spent all weekend studying rather than doing much sleeping or any masturbating. But when I walked out of that exam sure that I'd made at least a 90, I knew it was all worth it.
To my surprise, just as I left the exam, Whitney called out to me and motioned me over to her. Whitney had very pale skin with strikingly dark eyes and long black hair. She was lovely and she always wore these very tight sweaters which clung to her really pert, pointy tits and tight little miniskirts which showed off her toned legs and her nicely round ass. She was the hottest girl in that whole lecture, and, honestly, I was surprised she knew my name, much less had cause to call me over.
So, of course, I went trotting eagerly over to her. I was both hopeful that this maybe meant that she liked me or something, and well, I was extra horny, like I said, so right then I was willing to do most anything a cute girl in a miniskirt told me to. When I got there, she said, "Hey, can I ask you something in private?"
"Yeah, of course," I replied and gladly let her lead me down a side hall which just led to a couple of closed office doors. Once we got a bit back from the intersection with the bigger hallway, she pulled me into a doorway and then, after glancing around to make sure no one was watching, she pulled herself close to me. She leaned right up close to me and whispered into my ear, saying, "I just--" And that's when she suddenly kneed me hard and fast right in my groin. I felt the top of her knee just smash forcefully right into my poor testes crushing them against me. My stomach lurched from the massive pain that knee had inflicted on my gonads. My legs became shaky, and then I collapsed to the floor.
She did a little happy dance above me. And then while I still lay on the floor clutching my groin, she pulled out her cell phone and posed above me and took a selfie complete with a big grin.
After a minute or so, I managed to squeak out a question. "Why did you do that?"
She answered promptly with an excited tone of voice, "Oh, I guess you don't know yet. Does that mean I'm your first?"
"What?"
"Has anyone else busted your balls in the last couple of days? Any other knees, kicks, or punches below the belt in the last few days?"
"No!"
"Wow! Then I am your first! I've never been first before! I was only second like once! I'm almost always like fourth of fifth once they've already figured out the score. That's amazing. First! I'd better go get this posted."
"What's going on? Why did you knee me in the crotch? Why did you take a picture? What are you talking about?" I was feeling well enough to ask some questions, but not well enough to get up off the tile floor yet.
"Oh, don't worry," she said. "I'm sure you'll figure it out pretty soon. You know, while you can still reproduce!" And with that, she bounced off happily leaving me still trying to compose myself after the blow to my balls.
After a few minutes, I managed to pull myself together and get up off the floor. I kind of wound up with a raging erection, but I tucked it in my waistband and headed back towards my dorm.
I was figuring I'd jerk off and then write a blog post about this mysterious busting by a super-hot girl. I got to the dorm without anything else unusual happening, but then as I got in the elevator, a girl dressed in jogging clothes rushed in just as the doors were about to close. I had seen this girl around before, but I didn't know her name. I'm pretty sure she lived in my dorm and I'd seen her out jogging before.
She was asian, I think Chinese or Chinese-American, and had nice tan skin and long straight shiny black hair. She was really pretty and although she wasn't very tall, had a nice slender figure but with curvy hips. Right then she was wearing a matching light blue spandex jog bra and shorts. They showed off her midriff and legs and shoulders. She wasn't hugely busty, but she had enough up top that the sports bra top she was wearing showed off a little cleavage. She was wearing white sneakers and light blue ankle socks. On the whole she looked really sexy clad in such a tight and somewhat scanty outfit, and I was sneaking quick looks but being careful not to stare as the elevator began to rise.
I glanced away and just as soon as I did, I detected motion on her part out of the corner of my eye, but as I began to turn to look at her again, I felt the toe of her sneaker slam into my testicles at full force. My nuggets were still tender from the previous kick which had only been about 10 minutes before, so I was really overwhelmed by the pain and collapsed on the floor with a grunt.
When I looked up at her, she had her phone out and was snapping a selfie with me on the floor in the background. At this point, as much pain as I was in, my brain was still clearly telling me that something very odd was going on. When the elevator doors opened, she stepped out. In a couple more moments the doors opened again, this time for the floor where I lived, and I managed to crawl out onto the floor in front of the elevator doors. Fortunately, there was no one in the hall to witness my humiliation and pain.
In a couple more minutes, I managed to pull myself up and limp towards my room, figuring that I'd lie down when I got there. But just as I finally reached the end of the hallway where my doorway was, I heard a feminine voice call to me from behind. When I turned, I saw that it was Stacy who had called out to me.
Stacy was this extremely cute redhead who lived on my hall. She had a fondness for button-up blouses and tennis skirts that I always thought made her look really hot. She had very curly hair and very cute freckles all over her pale skin (or at least the parts of it I had seen). She had a good hourglass shape and some nice pert tits which were usually pushing out her blouse. I always thought that she was totally hot and also a really cool girl, but I'd never asked her out because she'd had a string of boyfriends and by the time I had found out that she'd broken up with one, she'd started dating a new one.
That day, she was wearing a red plaid skirt and a white top and black work boots which really gave her what seemed like an accidental punk rock schoolgirl look.
"Hey, Ed! You're just the guy I wanted to see! My window is stuck again. Can you help?"
"Sure! No problem!" I said, not wanting to show how hurt my balls were. I figured that I could hide my pain for a couple of minutes while helping her out. Given that I'd just gotten it right in the crotch twice in a row from pretty girls, you might wonder why I wasn't suspicious of her intentions. Well, it was largely because I'd done this exact same favor for her several times before. The windows in her room really were prone to getting stuck. I'd just helped her with one the previous week, so it didn't seem odd at all. But you might be able to guess where this was going.
I tried my best to straighten up and walk normally as I went to her room. She lead me inside her room and indicated the window in the middle. That one was the easiest to get to since there wasn't any furniture in front of it. I went over to it and squatted down a little so that I could get my hands under the frame with my arms oriented upward. In the process, I spread my legs apart, not thinking anything of it until I suddenly felt her boot slam into my groin from behind.
Unlike the previous couple of groin assaults, this one did not hurt my balls at all. That's because she kicked too far forward and instead of getting my balls, the big rough sole at the toe of her boot had smashed against my dick and scraped down the length of it.
I was initially more stunned than anything, but after just a moment I found myself yelling out, "Jesus Christ! My fucking dick!" It had taken a moment, but the kick had really caused me some serious penis pain.
"Oops!" I heard her say.
And then, as I was reaching down to check to see if my penis was injured, she kicked me from behind again. This one landed straight and true and smashed the hell out of my already tender testicles. I let out a howl of pain and fell to the carpet. I curled up in the fetal position and didn't move at all.
Still I was aware of her saying to herself, "The second one was much better. After all, it isn't called 'dick bounty.'" And then taking a selfie of herself and me.
Then after a bit I heard her leave and then return. "Hey, Ed. Sorry," she said sounding a little sheepish. "I got you some ice." She helped me sit up and put the bag of ice on my crotch. "It'll help reduce the swelling."
Despite the tremendous pain I was in, I managed to ask "Stacy, you're the third girl to kick me in the balls today. What's going on?"
"Sorry. I'm not allowed to say. It's against the rules to tell you. But I will tell you that you've got a lot more of this coming."
She let me recuperate for a while longer there on her floor, and then she helped me up and walked me back to my room with her arm around me to support me as I hobbled.
When I got in the room, she asked, "Are you going to be alright?"
"I think so. It was just pretty rough because I had been kicked on the elevator just before you got me. And I am a little worried about my dick. It's still stinging."
"I don't mind checking it out for you."
"Really?"
"Yeah. It's the least I can do," she said with a smile. I leaned against the wall and she grabbed a chair and sat down in front of me. She undid my belt and then unbuttoned my shorts and pulled them down. "Oh, geez, there's blood in your underwear."
I felt distinctly nervous as she pulled it down to take a look. There was a bunch of blood on my penis. The sole of her boot had scraped my dick pretty badly. There was a long red scrape and then a patch of skin along the shaft had come loose and the skin underneath was bleeding. She went and got a paper towel and wet it in the sink in my bathroom.
After she wiped the blood away, she said, "I think it's okay. It's not as bad as it looked at first, and I think the bleeding has already stopped. Does it still work okay?"
"I won't know until something happens to give me an erection. But it's probably fine. I think it was just a surface injury."
"Well, let's make sure," she said and much to my surprise and amazement, she learned in and took the head of my cock into her mouth and began running her tongue around the sensitive rim of the head. Well that definitely got things going, and I soon found myself rock hard.
Once I got all the way up, though, she took her mouth off of me. "Yep. Definitely still works. And you're a little bigger than I would have guessed," she said with a smile. "I'm going to get the gauze from my first aid kit, though. It is still bleeding just a little and it'll keep that bit where a layer of skin has come loose together."
So she went back to her room, leaving my erection bobbing in the air. I tried to jack myself off real quick while she was gone, but whichever way I grabbed it, I felt a really intense pain. The kick had left it so tender that I couldn't find any way to grip it that would actually have worked. I may find ball pain sexy, but dick pain is a boner killer.
She was back with the gauze pretty soon anyway. She wrapped it a few times around the length of the shaft and was about to cut the gauze when I said, "Wait a moment. You said I was in for more of this, and I don't want to get my penis injured. Maybe we should wrap the gauze around my waist and use it to keep my dick up and out of the way."
"Sure. That sounds like a good idea." So she did. I couldn't help but feel like my balls were a little extra vulnerable without my dick hanging in front of them. But I knew I was making the right decision. There was no way I wanted to take any more damage to my penis.
Once she had me all taped up, she left and I lay on the bed and used my laptop while keeping the bag of ice on my balls. I wanted to try and figure out what was going on, so I started searching the internet. I searched for "random girls kicking balls" and "many girls kicking balls" and all I really found were ballbusting videos and stories which were kind of hot, but not at all helpful. "Secret ballbusting" didn't really help either. After a while I gave up. It just didn't seem like the internet was going to help me solve this one.
I’m sure some of you suspect that I haven’t been writing anything, but I have actually been writing steadily, just only on longer projects most of which will still take quite a while until they’re done. In good news, one of those will be done soon-ish, likely within a month or so. But I got a little tired of not having anything completed for a while. One of the big bust forums I visit sometimes, TitsInTops, has started doing a monthly contest where they post a theme and ask you to write a short story about it and big breasts. They ask for about 1000 words or more. So I decided to give that a try. I managed to get one done in about a day. This month’s theme was The American Revolution.
This is that story. It has no ballbusting and no orgasm denial, but it does have big titties. I thought I’d share it here with that warning.
For my history class this semester, we are supposed to do a group project where we imagined what our lives would be like at the time of the American Revolution. Fortunately for me, the professor assigned the groups, and I was assigned Emily in my group. She has the biggest jugs in the class by far. She isn't really chubby or anything either. From what I had been able to see in class, Emily was built about normal, although a little on the tall side, except really busty. The other group member, Alyssa, was a shorter and thinner, but also much less busty. She had perhaps C-cups or so. They didn't look bad on her, but she wasn't anything special in terms of her chest.
After the professor announced the groups, we got together in the class and exchanged numbers so that we could work together. Emily suggested that we should get together at her dorm room soon to at least figure out what we wanted to do in particular for the project. The professor had left things very open ended, just telling us to impress her with our creativity and historical accuracy. It turned out that Alyssa and I were both available that evening, so we wound up scheduling it for then. I haven't been doing that well with the ladies, so I was happy to get a chance to work with Emily, to get her phone number, and to be able to come hang out in her dorm room.
When I got there that evening, Alyssa was already there, so we weren't really alone together, but still it was kind of thrilling to be there in this hot girl's dorm room, especially when my eyes caught a couple of her large bras which were draped across the door of her wardrobe. One was a grey underwire bra with pink trim and the other was a black lacy thing whose exact shape was hard to make out. The grey one had two really large cups. I felt like I could probably have worn either cup like a hat. I'm definitely a breast fiend and I could feel myself getting hard just looking at the bras, so I made an excuse to sit so that it wouldn't be obvious. I wound up sitting at her desk chair while the Alyssa took the chair of Emily's roommate (who wasn't there that evening) and Alyssa sat on the bed.
We talked for a bit trying to come up with ideas. One of my uncles gives blacksmithing demonstrations at renaissance fairs sometimes, so I said I could maybe talk to him about that if we wanted to think of what black-smithing was like back then. Alyssa suggested that maybe we could research what alcohol was like back then. I hadn't really talked to her before, but she was kind of fun, sort of frank and definitely a little bit of a party girl. As we were talking about all this, though, Emily mostly spent a bunch of time fidgeting. Finally, Alyssa asked, "Are you okay, Emily?"
"Yeah. I'm all right. It's just that my bra is really bothering me. I usually take it off once I get home since I don't usually have company. And it's really bothering me today for some reason. I'm having trouble imagining myself being in 1776 while my bra straps are digging into my shoulders."
"Well," I said, "that makes sense given that they didn't wear bras in 1776."
"They didn't?" she asked.
"Of course they did," Alyssa chimed in. "They still had boobs back then."
"Of course they had boobs," I responded, "But they didn't wear bras as we know them. The modern bra didn't become popular until the twentieth century. No one really wore them for more than a hundred years after the American Revolution."
"Then what did they wear to cover and support their boobs?" Alyssa asked.
"Corsets," I answered. "All the fashionable women wore them in Revolutionary War times."
"Oh, I have one of those," Emily said. "I got it in high school. I should try switching to that to get in the right mindset." She got up and began rummaging around in her drawers.
"Aren't corsets bad for you?" Alyssa asked.
"Only when you lace them too tight. It should be snug, but not constraining," Emily answered.
"Yeah, it was a problem because women tightened them to extremes to make their waists look really small. But you don't have to do that."
"Oh, here it is," Emily said. "I'll go change." And with that, she headed into her bathroom. I hadn't really gotten a good look at the corset except to see that it was black with red trim. In a couple of minutes she came out of the bathroom wearing the corset.
I had expected that when she emerged she'd probably be wearing the corset and also the same loose-fitting green t-shirt that she had been wearing before over it, but she was carrying both the shirt and the bra in her hand. And when I got a look at her wearing just the corset on top, I was very excited. The corset was the type which had cups on the top to support the breasts individually, but for this one, each cup was far smaller than the boob it was meant for. Maybe she had grown since high school or maybe this was just how it always fit. Thus, although the nipples had clearly been tucked down into the area of the cup, the majority of each breast was visible above. In fact, with the way the corset lifted the breast while holding the nipple in, it seemed like most of the flesh of each breast was visible as a swell at the top, creating some truly massive cleavage.
Her waist was also smaller than I'd realized which I could see clearly now that she wasn't wearing the baggy t-shirt. On the overall, the combination of her nice hips, small waist, and those two huge boobs practically spilling out of her corset was so incredibly sexy. I just gaped with my mouth open. Just having this display of sexiness so close in real life was enough that I found myself rock-hard in my shorts.
"That feels a lot better on my shoulders," Emily said. "I'm sure I can get into a better Revolutionary War mindset now."
"I'm glad you feel better, but I think you broke Daniel," Alyssa replied.
I realized I was still staring with my mouth open. I quickly closed it and felt embarrassed to wipe away a little bit of droll which had been forming at the edge of my mouth, but I didn't look away from her massive twin cleavage mountains.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, he's just sitting there staring at your boobs. I bet he's gonna have trouble thinking about anything other than how much he wants to stick his face in your boobs."
"Is that true, Daniel?" Emily asked me.
I didn't want to cop to it, but I also couldn't seem to stop myself from staring at the marvelous sight in front of me and, exactly as Alyssa had suggested, imagining myself sticking my face right in there. "Umm," I stammered, "sort of."
"Oh, well, then, I can fix that." Emily walked over to the chair I was sitting in. I'm fairly long in the torso and when she approached, my face was almost level with her boobs. "Okay," she said once she was right next to me with her mouth-watering cleavage a few inches from my face, "you have to keep your hands to yourself, alright?"
"Uh, okay," I said, having no idea where she was going with this.
And then she grabbed my head and leaning forward a little, pulled it right into her big soft cleavage. This was an entirely new experience for me. I'd always dreamed of putting my face into some busty girl's cleavage, but I'd never had the occasion to be able to do it. Her breasts were soft, but firm, and having my face pressed into them was heaven. My face was sidewise relative to her chest. One of my eyes was pressed far enough in that it couldn't see anything, but the other looked out into her room, but over this huge lovely mound of breast flesh. I really was right there in her massive cleavage, and this fact did not escape the notice of my cock which was rock hard and twitched and twitched in my pants. I think that if she or I had just reached down and given it the tiniest squeeze, I would have made a mess in my shorts.
"Why did you do that?" Alyssa asked. (I wasn't sure either, but I hadn't asked because, frankly, I didn't care.)
"This way he won't spend time imagining what it would be like. Instead, he can think about the Revolutionary War era."
I'm sure this will surprise you, dear reader, but I was not thinking about the Revolutionary War era.
"I'm not sure that's working. But how about we do undergarments for our project, though? We could study up on women's undergarments of that era and then sew some and model them."
"Do you sew?"
"I do. I have a sewing machine in my room."
"I used to sew a lot in high school, but I don't have my own sewing machine. I miss it."
(I should note that I listened to all of this with my head still held firmly against Emily's lovely bosom, and from my perspective it was interspersed with the sound of the beating of her heart.)
"That sounds great then. We've got about a month, so let's do some reading and get together in a couple of days."
"Okay, sounds good. Are you okay with that, Daniel?" she asked.
"Yeth, perfet," I replied from inside her cleavage. It was dawning on me that if this was going to be our project, it meant that I was probably going to see her modeling even more undergarments, and that sounded pretty amazing.
So then she released me. "Okay," she said, "Then I guess I'll see you Thursday evening." Alyssa started to gather her things and the got up to leave. I realized that I was going to have to stand in a moment or so, and my cock was still very, very rigid.
Emily sensed that I was hesitant to get up. "It's okay," she said, "we can do that again any time my boobs are distracting you." That did not make me any softer. "Time to go, though."
Reluctantly I stood. Alyssa chuckled. "Someone definitely enjoyed himself."
"What do you -- oh," Emily responded, noticing my situation. "Did I do that?" she asked sounding sheepish.
"It's okay," I said. "It's not a bad thing." Although, admittedly, all the attention was embarrassing and I think that I had turned bright red.
"Oh, okay," she said, and showed us to the door.
I wound up having to walk all the way across campus doing my best to hide my erection. I tried to think of other things, but whatever I thought of, it just reminded me that I was trying not to think of my time in her cleavage. When I finally got back to my room, I was able to masturbate which was immensely satisfying.
I don't know what exactly our next group meeting will bring, but I'm definitely looking forward to it.
Since there seems to be still some interest in my stories on Tumblr, perhaps due to a lack of other porn, I’m going ahead and posting here the two I’ve written recently. This story, though, is a little atypical for me, not being about friendly ballbusting and teasing. Still, I suspect many of my readers will find it sexy.
Tom stood there, his heart racing, trying to will himself to be calm. All he had to do was just calm down and concentrate and catch the bag when it fell. That was all. It was very straightforward. The bag would come falling down the clear plexiglass tube. He would be able to see it as it fell. And all he had to do was catch it. It should be easy. Almost everyone caught it, and he had played baseball in high school. He was no butterfingers.
But, of course, he was nervous. When he glanced down at his cock it was obvious why. His penis was long and purple, all the blood trapped in it by the extremely tight rubber band around its base. He could see it shake with each pulse of his heartbeat so full of blood was it. He knew that if left on indefinitely the rubber band itself would do permanent damage to his cock. But the rubber band wasn't what he was worried about: it was only there to ensure his purple cock could not just wilt, shrink back, and escape the real danger.
His proud purple penis was pushed through matching holes in two pieces of plexiglass. The plexiglass was itself there to protect the rest of him from what was sandwiched in between the two pieces: the very narrow but heavy and immensely sharp blade of a cock sized guillotine.
It all started as a feminist art installation. It was a machine in which men could risk their manhood if they dared. It had sparked a lot of discussion when it appeared atop that platform in the town square, as it was meant to. The instructions for the operator were clear enough. First manipulate the penis until erection was achieved. Then apply the rubber band around the base to prevent it from shrinking away before the blade could have its chance and also to ensure that if the penis does get snipped the wound would stay closed long enough to take the man to the hospital and have it cauterized before the bleeding causes any real danger.
Then insert the penis through the hole and push the man firmly against the plexiglass to make sure his cock protrudes as far out as possible. This is done to minimize the size of the stump which will remain if the blade should fall. There's a strap which goes around the machine's victim, cinching behind the buttocks. The woman should tighten that sufficiently so that the man cannot escape or move significantly. Once strapped in, there's no way to loosen the strap except by going through with the process. So at that point, there's no going back.
Climb to the top and then choose a peg. There are 10 available, all identical. Place the chosen peg into the slot which allows it to hold up the blade. Once placed there the safety switch can be released allowing the blade freedom of movement and also automatically turning on the electric meat grinder which sits beneath the hole to ensure that, once lost, the cock would be unable to be reattached by doctors.
Then she should move to the other side of the shield and choose a weighted bag. Unable to see the ropes which connects the bags to the pegs, she now has a one in ten chance of having chosen the matching bag. She puts it into the trapdoor container and then she presses the button to drop it down the tube. The container has only enough space for one bag and the button will not work again until the safety has been reset. This is designed so that the man can be assured that the operation will be exactly as intended with the woman unable to increase the risk to him.
And if the man catches the bag, the length of the string is such that the peg will definitely not be pulled and the blade will not fall and, after a two second delay to verify the catch, the safety re-engages and the strap holding him in place is automatically released. He can pull his manhood back out of danger and there's a tool to cut off the rubber band. And if the man does not catch the bag, as had occurred with a few unskillful men, nine times out of ten the bag matching the pin was not chosen so it falls harmlessly pulling at some other unused pin. The pin holding the blade does not come out. The blade does not fall and after the two second delay the safety is re-engaged and the strap holding him place is automatically released. But in the fearsome case that the man is both unskillful at catching and unlucky with the odds, down comes the blade and then down into the electric meat grinder goes his manhood.
So this, of course, is why Tom was so nervous, why his heart was pounding so fast and so hard in his chest. This was the rush everyone had spoken of, the excitement of danger to his most beloved body part. His long lovely cock was very precious to him, and any threat to it was extremely scary. On his own he would never have even considered taking The Gamble, which is what everyone called the device these days.
When it was first unveiled in the public square it was intended as an art piece, making a statement about male fragility and the phallocentrism of our society. It had definitely sparked conversation and some disdain. There was an assumption on the part of the artist, as well as the public, that, with its mechanism all made perfectly clear, no man would dare to take the risk it offered. And that was part of the statement the artist intended to make.
But to everyone's surprise, after it had sat there unused for a little over a month, one evening a young couple gave it a try. Seeing it in use, passersby has stopped to watch it. The young man caught the bag as it fell easily and escaped completely unscathed. Initially many had assumed that would be it. But the young man told others what a rush it had been and how hard his heart had pounded and soon there were other thrill-seeking young men who felt they had to give it a try too, especially when they were egged on by their pretty young ladies who wanted to try their side of the machine, having heard from the young woman what a thrill it had been for her to have her young man risk himself for a reward she had promised. Secretly many of the young women delighted in the possibility that their cocky young men might lose their precious cocks of which so many of them were unjustifiably proud.
Soon it seemed as though almost every young man who was at all daring had given it a try and thus far all had come away unscathed. There was, in fact, some skepticism of whether or not the machine worked as intended until a couple of months ago after a good snow some girls tested it out, trying it repeatedly until they successfully sliced and shredded the carrot off of a previously well-endowed snowman. With the doubts gone, if anything the lure of The Gamble was increased. Soon, not having tried it was almost like a badge of shame for the local young men and a few especially daring or masochistic men had even tried it twice.
Tom was not the first of his social group to try The Gamble. In fact he was the last. He had only wound up there because it had come out that of every man at the party he was the only one who had not yet tried it. That alone might not have been enough to shame him into doing it except that the only girl at the party who had not yet gotten a chance to try it with some boy was Rebecca, a slender raven-haired beauty with enormous knockers who he had spent the last two years hopelessly lusting after and trying to get to look his way at all. And, not only was she eager to join him and try out The Gamble with him, but she had sweetened the pot by promising him a night and a day in her bed if he went through with it.
When she had manipulated his penis the erection came very very quickly. But now she seemed to be taking her time in choosing which bag to drop. His arms reached around the plexiglass guillotine enclosure shaking a little in anticipation and nervousness. It was so hard to hold his hands steady. Finally she selected a bag and placed it into the container.
"Are you ready?" she asked.
He didn't know how to answer that because, in truth, he wasn't really ready and never would be. But he knew he couldn't keep waiting forever so he squeaked out a yes.
"Okay. I'm going to press the button now. Just think, after I press this, I might be cutting off your dick. Isn't that hot?"
He swallowed nervously, not answering her rhetorical question. She pressed the button. The trap door opened. The bag fell straight down the transparent chute. He was ready for it. His hands came together to grab it. He touched it with his fingertips feeling relieved to have successfully gotten hold of it with both hands. But his elation was premature. He'd brought his hands together too quickly, so strong was his nervousness. And although he had got both hands on it one pushed it sort of past the other, and he bobbled the bag. He grabbed at it desperately hoping to get it with a second attempt before it fell beyond his reach, but all he succeeded in doing was knocking it even farther away.
He watched helplessly as the bag tumbled down, his stomach lurching in terror. The bag suddenly stopped for a moment with a jerk before it continued its descent. Even over the sound of the meat grinder below, he could hear two sounds. One was the sudden ooh of the crowd of people from the party who had come to watch as they realized more quickly than he did what was about to occur, being able to see that the peg had been pulled free and the second sound was the smooth precise sound of a metal blade swishing down its track.
He stared in horror as his proud purple cock was lopped off leaving almost nothing. He watched it fall into the meat grinder, and it was gone. The men in the audience cringed but several of the onlooking women laughed with surprise and amusement to see what had occurred. Loudest of all was Rebecca. She could hardly contain her amusement. As she escorted him to the hospital to get the wound cauterized, she kept chuckling and then apologizing for it.
When she saw how downcast he looked though, she tried to comfort him. "Hey, don't worry I think it's awesome you did that for me. And I'll still keep my side of the deal. In fact, let's make it more than a night and a day, if you want you can come over every night for a month. You can still play with my titties and lick me out. And I've even got a strap-on you can fuck me with."
She was true to her promise and he eagerly took her up on it. Having his penis reduced to a tiny half-inch stump meant that he was unable to fuck or masturbate, but his nuts were still intact and churning out testosterone, making him hornier and hornier. So eagerly he played with and suckled at her lovely tits. And he licked her labia and clit with great relish. And when asked, he would enthusiastically fuck her pussy with the strap-on, despite how frustrating he found it. Every sexual encounter they had ended with her smiling contentedly, well satisfied, and him with agonizingly painful blue balls and unsatisfied desire. And thus they were always both eager for more.
Eventually their sexual relationship lead to a romantic relationship and later still, they married. She even eventually had his children thanks to sperm milked out of him via prostate massage. His children never knew of his penectomy. But even decades later, his wife would still feel a special thrill when she saw his tiny stump, remembering what he'd let her slice off and how it had felt.
He'd been the first to lose The Gamble, and this had caused some discussion when it happened. The city council did vote about whether or not to remove the machine, but with more women than men on the council, the measure was easily defeated, and the machine stayed where it was. In fact, it became a permanent fixture there beyond the term of the original art project. And, on average, it took about two cocks per year until slowly its reputation spread and tourists started coming to try it out and then it rose to a dozen victims annually. But Tom would always be its first.
So, Tumblr is banning all the fun adult stuff. Mostly I’ve been posting stories, which they’ve actually said they’ll still allow. But it both seems only a matter of time before they remove that to and like most of the people who would read my stories will have packed up and left. So I’ve set up both on BDSMlr at https://smackmynuts.bdsmlr.com/ and blogger at https://smackmynuts.blogspot.com/ I’ve been keeping an eye on a few of the other tumblr alternatives. I may start accounts on some of them, too, depending on how things go, but I definitely plan to keep on these two (unless they either die or ban adult content).
Also, I’m a member of Kicked in the Groin (since before I joined Tumblr) and still post new stories there. http://kickedinthegroin.ning.com/
Fellow males: why can’t you just shut up and keep it in your pants?
I don’t usually write in English, so apologies for my mistakes. But I’m confident that I can get the message across.
The Ballbusting Fetish community here on Tumblr lost two amazing women yesterday. bb-lisi and broken-testicles.
I’m sure many of you knew and followed them and enjoyed their content or interacting with them. You have your fellow males to thank for the loss.
I’ve asked Lisi what happened (I’ve her E-mail because we’ve been in contact a few times, not least because she likes some of our Ballbusting Stories (German only)). Here is what happened:
Lisi recruited broken-testicles for Tumblr, they are friends. If you followed at least one of them, you know the story of their awesome threesome. When broken-testicle started getting followers, she was quickly hit with a lot of shit from the usual assholes (dick pics, of course, abusive messages from fragile men, weird attempts of manipulation, lies, multiple accounts that tell the same story because they forget who they have already lied to, etc.).
Once it became really bad she chatted with Lisi about how she handled that. Lisi blocked and deleted most of it, ignored Tumblr messaging almost completely and sometimes used to close her asks. But they both agreed that that’s a lot of effort and sucks all the fun out of Tumblr. So they decided it’s not worth it and in solidarity with each other, both deleted their Tumblrs.
So let me just say: Well done, fucking assholes, well done. All you have achieved is deprived the Ballbusting community of two amazing voices. You haven’t proved your “masculinity”, because, quite frankly, you have none. If you harras women you are pathetic losers, nothing more.
There are also men inside the community who spam women with all kinds of shit, not least really weird and disturbing stories and fantasies. Guys, please - that’s what psychiatrists are for. They can actually help you. Leave women alone. None of them want that shit or your problems in their inboxes.
And just to be clear - I’m not talking about safe spaces or feminism or anything political at all - I’m talking about fucking basic human decency. That’s really neither difficult nor very hard.
And finally, to all the guys who might feel a bit solidarity with the guys I’m attacking here - think about it, they are your enemy. It’s not a question if men are allowed to talk to women, it’s a question of how. Just imagine how many more women that are into ballbusting would be part of the community, if these pieces of shit didn’t keep spamming, abusing, harassing and driving them away.
Seriously, think about it - would you rather share a community with guys that send pics of their dicks to every account they suspect is female, or share a community with more women that think ballbusting is hot?
We play this game where sometimes, after her shower, she comes in and wakes me up by rubbing her breasts in my face. She has big, lovely breasts, and I always appreciate it. She often gets up quite a bit before me, though, so she'll wake me up with her breasts and then usually she'll fall back asleep. She's also usually in control of when I'm allowed to jerk off. She wound up deciding to use the signal of waking me up with boobies as meaning that I'm not allowed to masturbate that day.
At this point, she'd woken me up with boobies the previous four days in a row, but we haven't been able to have any private time together because of her schedule for the first few day and now they've cancelled school because of the hurricane so the kid is home all day, so it's going to be at least until sometime next week before we have any private time. So today, after I'd woken up, and was reading some ballbusting stuff, she came in. I asked her if she'd woken me up with boobies (since I can sometimes forget if I'm feeling really tired and I sort of was, so I figured I'd better double check). She said, "Nope. Spread your legs." So I did and she gave me eight really hard punches to the balls, getting harder as she went on. After the last one, I couldn’t keep them apart any more and started to curl up. "Now you can masturbate," she said.
