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[groggycascade]

Brother’s Christmas Nightmare, Pt. II

All credit to Sean D.

Doug sat nervous as hell in a chair as the neighbourhood girls filed into the living room. He was so embarrassed. He shuffled the pillows underneath his Santa jacket uncomfortably. He tugged at his fake Santa beard. He couldn’t believe his mom was making him play Santa for the neighbourhood girls.

Well, at least it had been more than an hour since he had been kicked in the balls. If this was all else he had to do today, then at least his swollen balls could recuperate from the savage kicks he received earlier. It was so hard for him not to reach down between his legs and coddle his nuts. He instinctively wanted to keep checking that they were ok.

The tapping of his mother’s shoe got his attention. He got to his feet. “Uh, ho ho ho, girls! Merry Christmas!”

The event was for less privileged girls from the neighbourhood. Jen was part of a community association that raised money for presents for the girls. She thought it would be nice for them to get the presents on Christmas from none other than Santa himself. Jen wasn’t a big fan of the patriarchical myth of Santa, but she couldn’t change the entire world at once.

Doug had a list of the girls’ names. As each came up, he called them by name, as if he knew them (because he was Santa) and gave them their designated present. They all opened their gifts.

Doug gulped as, one by one, the girls all unwrapped shoes. High heels, boots, soccer cleats, steel toed shoes, velvet shoes... there were all types. Why was he surprised?

Doug saw his sister and her friend Hailey chatting with one of the girls. They were pointing over towards Doug and giggling.

All the girls were trying on their new shoes. Doug wanted to cover his balls. He was instinctively afraid of all girls now. Why did all girls’ shoes seem specially designed to kick balls? He thought.

He felt at tap on the shoulder. It was the girl who had been chatting with his sister. She wore her hair in a pony tail. She was wearing a red skirt and green stockings. She had already put on her new shoes - a pair of pointy white leather boots that went up past her ankles. They had a steel toe on their tip.

“You’re not Santa!” She bellowed.

All the girls went silent. Everyone looked at him.

“You’re not Santa!” She said again, pointing at him in an accusing way.

Doug put on his best Santa voice. “Well of course I am, hohoho! I... uh... got you those shoes.”

The girl looked at him like she had him trapped. “Yeah, well what colour shoes did I ask for?”

“Uhh, white,” he replied, smiling.

“Wrong!” She yelled. All the girls were looking at him with angry glares now. “I asked for purple shoes! These are the wrong colour!”

“Well, uh...” Doug was trying to think of what to say.

He didn’t have anymore time to think though. The girl grabbed at his beard and pulled it off. All the girls gasped. “He is a fake!” They all screamed.

“Fake!”

“Fake!”

The calls came from different parts of the room. Doug was in panic. He didn’t know what to do. He was looking around, distracted, and this left him wide open.

The girl with the pony tail took a swing back with her foot. She looked at the loose V made by his Santa pants and she kicked as hard as she could.

Her pointy steel toe connected directly with his right nut. All the breath went out of him. It felt like his right nut was being sliced in half!

“Eeeeehhhh” squeeled Doug. He sounded like a squeeling pig. He immediately fell to his knees. Meanwhile, the girl with the pony tail’s blue eyes widened with amazement at what she had done. She had felt her pointy toe feel something “down there” between his legs, and she hadn’t in a million years thought she would see him drop to he knees like that. And his screaming!

Doug continued screaming. “My ball! My ball!” He was frantically feeling it to see if it was still whole. He couldn’t get a good feel because of the baggy pants.

The room was silent. The only male in the room, he had a room full of women and girls staring at him being hit in an organ that they did not possess. There was silence, except for his screaming.

Then the girl with the pony tail and pointy shoes, her mouth widened into a large smile. She started giggling. Then all the other girls started giggling. Then it became full on laughter.

Doug collapsed to the floor, rocking back and forth and crying loudly. He kept repeating “my ball! My ball!” The girls all gathered around him in a circle, pointing at him and laughing. Soon their laughing was drowning out his screaming.

The girl looked over to Sarah, Doug’s sister, and gave her a thumbs up. Sarah’s plan to continue her brother’s Christmas torment was succeeding.

Jen hadn’t actually expecting this situation, but she found it halarious nonetheless. And then she had an idea.

“Girls. Indeed, this is NOT Santa. He tricked me too.”

The girls all booed Doug, who was still rolling back and forth.

“This should be a lesson to all of you girls about strange men. They may lie to you and try to take advantage of you.”

“Do you girls know how to defend yourselves against boys and men like that?”

A girl raised her hand.

“Yes?”

“You kick them between the legs!” A lot of the other girls giggled.

“And do you know why you kick them between the legs?”

“Their nuts!” Said a girl.

Another girl asked her. “Do they make a CRUNCH sound?”

They all laughed. “Well I don’t know. I suppose they could. I suppose they could make all kinds of funny sounds. Maybe someday you’ll find out, if a bad man tries to hurt you.” She winked at the girls.

“How many of you girls have learned how to defend yourselves from boys who want to bully you, or men who may attack you? How many of you have kicked someone in the balls before?”

Only a few of the girls put up their hands. “Well, well, that won’t do. Every girl should be prepared for the worst!” Said Jen.

“Well girls,” she pointed to Doug on the ground. “We have here a bad guy who tried to trick you by pretending to be Santa. Why don’t we show him what happens to bad guys?”

All the girls cheered. Jen and Sarah pulled Doug to his feet. “Ok girls, now line up.”

The girls all lined up in front of Doug, who was held up by his mom and sis. “This Christmas keeps getting better and better, doesn’t it Dougy boy!” She winked to him.

Doug thought for sure his balls couldn’t take one more kick, after all they had already suffered. He just prayed that the girls’ kicks would miss or not be too hard.

A girl with a white dress and pink velvet boots went first. WHAM. She missed. Doug gave a sigh of relief. The girl looked at him, waiting for the reaction that didn’t come. Sarah realized she had missed. “Try again dear.” The girl wound back and let loose with all she had. This time, she connected dead centre in his sac. Doug bowled and tried to collapse, but was held up.

The girl stood there for a minute watching all the funny expressions and sounds he made. Then the next girl was up. Doug looked at the line of girls, specifically the line of hard, and many pointy, shoes. Then he looked up to all of their smiling, beaming faces. All so excited to kick him in his most painful spot. All wanting to see him cry like a little girl! “No, please!!!” He begged.

The next girl up was an aspiring ballerina. She had hear tights on and had just received brand new ballet flats. Oh no, he thought.

The girl looked so elegant as she gracefully kicked her leg upwards. WHAM.

Doug’s eyes bulged out. His face went beat red. He couldn’t breath. He fell to his knees. Jen could see that he was struggling to breath but couldn’t. The girl who had just kicked him was amazed at what she had done to him. The other girls were all laughing.

Doug pointed down between his legs in panic. He looked up at Sarah and pointed frantically. He was motioning her to do something. “What?” She asked. He grew more frantic. “What?” She approached him.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Doug caught his breath. He coughed and gasped. He managed to say “My ball. Check my ball.”

Sarah smiled widely. Was this it? She thought. Had he lost a nut? To some ballerina shoes? She giggled at the thought but felt a twinge if jealousy as well. Excitedly, she reached down between his legs. And she only felt one ball. She looked at him in amazement. He shrieked with fear based at the look on her face.

“But wait...” “there should be something left...” she felt around the left side of his sac and felt nothing, no remains or anything.

Jen came and felt. All the girls were pressed closely in now, watching Doug’s most painful and humiliating moment, and they were all laughing at him.

“It seems that she kicked one of his balls into his body,” said Jen. The girl who did the kicking jumped up and down in her ballerina shoes. She was so excited.

“That is extremely painful,” said Jen. “And what’s worse for poor Doug, it’s even more painful to get it back down.”

Doug’s eyes widened. His mom has been feeling his pelvis and thought she found a bump that must be his nut. She pushed down, HARD.

Doug screamed at the top of his lungs for what felt like an eternity. He just wanted to die. Finally, Jen felt the stuck nut move downwards. She felt into his sac, and there it was. She felt to see if the spermatic cord seemed twisted, which could lead to his testicle dying in only minutes. It felt ok. She wasn’t 100% sure but shrugged, well she guessed they would find out.

“All right girls, back in line.”

“No!!” Doug yelled. He couldn’t believe they were continuing.

One by one, Doug took the most agonizing kicks of his life on his already battered balls. There was a pair of Mary Janes, clogs, high heel pumps, ug boots, sandals, flats, and the worst, steel toed dockers.

The girls all ate pizza and chatted while Doug continued rolling in pain from all his kicks.

“Well, it seems your balls survived another day, brother” said Sarah.

“It’s a Christmas miracle.” She laughed. He kept crying.

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Brother’s Christmas Nightmare, Pt. I

The first part of Sean D.’s seasonal ballbusting lark

“Doug... Doug...”

“Wake up... Doug...”

Doug was pulled from the blackness of sleep by a girl’s voice. Light started flooding into his vision.

“Doug, Doug, are you awake?”

He hadn’t yet opened his eyes but recognized it as his sister, Sarah’s, annoying voice.

“God, why is she waking me up?” He thought.

“Whaat...” he started groggily mumbling.

He finally opened his eyes to look at his sister. He saw her face beaming with excitement. She had a red Santa hat on. He opened his eyes more and started taking in his surroundings.

Sarah was sitting at the bottom of his bed, facing him. Her knees were hugging her chest and the length of her feet and shins was covered by candy cane striped knee-high socks.

In the next moment, Doug realized exactly where she was sitting. Directly in the middle of the V opening made by his feet. He was laying on his back with his legs splayed comfortably apart. He had only tight-fitting boxers on. The bulge of his junk was completely visible.

The imminent danger of his situation just began dawning on him as he looked Sarah in the eyes with a flash of fear.

Sarah soaked it in. This was the perfect moment, she thought.

“Merry Christmas, brother!”

There was a blur of white and red as she shot her right foot out like a piston. Sarah smiled widely as she felt her heel connect directly with the soft “cushion” created for her foot by his ballsack. It just felt so cozy, she thought, and made her feel in the Christmas spirit even more.

But as her foot reached the apex of its extension, Doug’s body, with nowhere further back to be pushed, stopped firmly against his bed frame. This meant her candy cane heel now pushed even harder, and Sarah could now feel his two hard orbs. They had such a weird hard but also squishy consistency she thought.

Would she hear a crack? Doug and her locked eyes for a moment as the force of her kick reached its apex. They were both aware of what could happen...

There was no sound. Just a loud shriek from Doug as his body started reacting to the intense pain shooting from between his legs. Sarah kept her foot there for a minute, rolling his balls around, squishing them, as he held on for dear life to her foot, trying vainly to remove it.

Finally, she withdrew her foot to its original position and Doug started rolling and writhing on the bed. Sarah took it all in for a few minutes. It was so much fun to see him making all those sounds. And his facial expressions were to die for.

This Christmas was getting off to a good start, she thought.

After a few minutes, the immediate pain was gone and Doug had settled into the excruciating nausea inducing pain coursing through his abdomen. He was sobbing. He now had some vision back, and he looked to his sister at the end of the bed.

She had her knees curled up to her chest. She was wearing very short boy shorts. Red, of course, for Christmas. He couldn’t help but notice the smooth V shape between her legs. No hanging balls. She was well protected from his kind of misery.

It’s not fair, he thought. Or actually, in his delirious pain, he didn’t realize that he was saying it, over and over. “It’s not fair, it’s not fair...”

Sarah saw where he was looking as he was saying it. It took her a moment to connect the dots.

“Ahahaha” she laughed at him.

“Oh, poor brother. Wish you didn’t have your little ballsies? Wish you had been born a girl?”

“Well, if you’re a good boy, maybe Santa will take away your little peanuts, hahaha. Well, no probably it would be Mrs. Klaus.”

Imagining a mythical Mrs. Klaus crushing her brother’s nuts was so funny and she couldn’t stop laughing.

Finally she heard her mom calling for them to come downstairs. She went to the door.

“You had better come down, Dougy, you know what happens when you make mom wait.” She smiled widely and left the room, skipping.

Doug knew well indeed. The past month and a bit had been a waking nightmare for Doug. Ever since his mom had watched that movie and let his sister kick him in the balls, she had fully started embracing her new worldview. A kick to the balls became a routine punishment for even the most minor signs of disobedience. Not doing his chores, not finishing his homework, etc. The worst, though, was how his sister knew she could so easily make up reasons to kick him in the balls. She would say that he called her a bad name or was rude to her. Even saying that he wouldn’t hand her the TV remote when she demanded it had become legitimate grounds to inflict terrible pain onto him. And sometimes, according to his mom, it was ok for any girl or woman to just kick a male in the balls for no reason.

As such, despite the excruciating pain, Doug wobbled downstairs. With every step he thought he may either fall over or throw up. The only thing stopped him from wrenching was fear of the terrible ball kicking session he would suffer from his mother if he threw up on the floor.

Doug heard laughing as he entered the living room. His mom and sister were sitting by the large Christmas tree. His mother looked over to him, giggling. “Merry Christmas, Doug. I heard that your sister already gave you a present. She looked down to his crotch, which were covered by his hands as he hobbled into the room.”

She looked to Sarah. “Tisk, tisk my daughter. You know that gift giving has to be a family affair.”

Sarah was also giggling. “Sorry mom, it won’t happen again.”

Doug sat down on the couch. His sister had her Santa hat on, boy shorts and candy cane knee highs. His mother had an elf outfit. A green hat, a form fitting green shirt, and green tights. Over the tights were short nylon black shorts.

“Well.” Said Jen. “Let’s start with the stockings.”

The two females of his family both grabbed normal stockings. Doug looked for his.

“Oh, we’ve decided to change your stocking this year, hun,” said Jen. From behind the tree she pulled a knee high black leather pointed toe heel boot. Doug’s eyes went wide. He just wanted to have a normal Christmas, but he was quickly realizing he was going to suffer this Christmas .

“Uh, thanks” he said. He took the boot in his hand.

As had become custom, the ladies went first. He watched as they took out sweets, makeup and other small things. Finally, they turned to him.

“Now you can open yours, honey,” said his mom.

Doug reached into the black leather boot. He felt some fabric and pulled out red spandex. He unfurled it and saw they were small spandex shorts. He looked wide eyed to his mom and sister.

“Keep going hun.”

He reached in again and pulled out an elastic. He was confused, but knew it couldn’t be good. His mom and sister shared mischievous glances.

He reached in more and pulled out something... cold. It was an ice pack. Both females laughed. “You MAY be able to use that. Only if we’re feeling nice,” said his mom.

He reached around, the boot was empty. That was it. “That’s it” he said.

“No,” replied his mom. “You’re forgetting the biggest thing. The “stocking” itself. It’s also a present.” He looked quizzically. She handed the boot to Sarah, who put it on. Oh no, he thought.

“Now Doug,” his mom took the elastic. “I want you to wrap this around your balls, ok dear?”

She held invisible balls in her hand to demonstrate. You just slip it over your balls to where your sack touches your body. Then repeat that two times. Get it nice and tight.

Then put on the shorts and come back out.” Doug had such fear of his mom that he immediately complied.

He wrapped the elastic around three times. It felt uncomfortable. Even more so once he struggled to get on the tight spandex shorts. They pushed tightly in against his body. Doug winced with pain as he walked back into the living room. The tight elastic and spandex were pressing so tightly against his already aching balls that his sister had just kicked.

His sister pointed at him and laughed. His mom looked pleased. “Now, Doug, I want you to spread your legs. Put your hands behind your back.”

Doug did so. Sarah had put on the other boot and came to stand in front of him. His mother approached him as well. They both bent down to crotch level. His mother reached out and grabbed his balls, that were bulging out of the shorts. He winced in pain as her cold hand pressed firmly around his balls. She felt the base of the elastic. She wanted to make sure he had done it tightly enough and she concluded he had. Now it was his sister’s turn to feel. “Oooh, sugar plumbs” she joked.

His mother explained. “You see, normally Doug’s sac provides lots of room for his balls to move and escape when you hit him there dear.”

“That’s no fun!” Said Sarah.

“But with this elastic tied around, his balls have nowhere to go.”  Indeed, Doug has never seen his own balls so clearly. He could see their exact oval shape jutting out from his body. The elastic and tight shorts caused them to bulge out.

“This is going to really hurt, isn’t it Dougy?” Sarah did a mock frown and put her hands between her own legs, as if in pain. Then she laughed.

“Oh yes, it is going to hurt him a lot,” said his mom. “But more than that, you will have a serious possibility of causing one or both of his balls to rupture.”

“Really!?” Sarah replied. Doug winced at the loud sound of her boots clacking on the hardwood as she jumped up for joy and landed hard on the ground.

“Oh yes. If you kick as hard as you can, and aim well... well I don’t see how his balls could survive.”

Doug started backing away and covering himself. Not even the fear of his mom could cause him to stay put. He was on the verge of being castrated! What worse could she do to him?

Realizing this, Jen grabbed her son’s arms and came around behind him, holding both arms painfully backwards. “Now, now, Doug, you wouldn’t want to deprive your sister of her Christmas present, now would you?” They both laughed.

“No, please, please, please!” With each please, his voice became more shrill. His sister only laughed harder. “Soon you’ll be talking in a high pitched voice like that all the time brother!”

Doug started crying. “I... I... don’t want to lose my balls! Please. I don’t want to lose my balls!”

Jen was laughing so hard she almost lost her grip. She nodded to Sarah, who understood that it was time. She should do it. Jen pushed her knee into her son’s buttox, forcing his crotch out and forward. His legs spread wide apart.

While she did that, Sarah put her foot backwards and eyed her targets. As soon as he steadied for a moment and stopped moving, she kicked.

She lost her breath as she watched the tip of her hard leather boot about to make contact with her brother’s exposed balls. She felt a surge of power and exhilaration. She so badly wanted to hear a loud POP.

She angled the boot so the top of it smashed into his balls and crushed them into his pelvic bone. Jen could feel his body start to move upwards. For a moment, she considered pulling him down, so that all the force would be concentrated into his balls. She didn’t though.

There was a loud THWAP as the boot made contact with spandex and his vulnerable organs barely concealed.

There was silence. Doug’s mind went blank. Then he realized he hadn’t heard a POP! He hadn’t felt his balls explode! For a split second he was so overjoyed that he smiled. But then a split second later the intense pain kicked in. This may not have ruptured him, but it was the worst kick in the balls he had ever experienced. His vision went white and he collapsed to the ground. He was shaking uncontrollably.

“Wow, you got him good honey. He’s gone into shock.”

His sister high fived his mother. “It was so nice of you not to castrate him, dear.”

“Well, I thought about it” said his sister. “But then the fun would be over! You should have had more boys, but alas I only have one brother.” They laughed.

“Hear that Dougy? My Christmas present to you is that you get to keep your little ballsies for me to torture a while longer, haha.”

The part of Doug that could even think at all was both relieved and super upset at what was being done to him. But that part was a little boat in a tempest of pain that was his body and mind at the moment. He heard this loud sound and realized that his teeth were chattering from the shock. He also didn’t even realize he was moaning loudly and pathetically.

Doug’s mom and sis went and started opening some presents while he lay there in agony. About 20 minutes must have passed and his sister was prodding him. He looked up and saw she was shoving a wrapped Christmas gift in front of his face. “It’s for you, Doug, from me.”

Doug was so mad at her that he turned away, but he heard his mom’s foot tap on the ground. “Doug, how dare you be so rude. Get up and acknowledge your sister’s present.”

Doug got to his knees, got dizzy, and fell back down. They laughed. He tried again and managed to pull himself onto the couch. He opened the present. Finally, he thought, maybe he could get on with a normal Christmas.

He opened it up... and his heart sank. Staring back at him from the box was a nutcracker doll. And not the classic one either. This one was a girl in a tutu.

“I always thought that Clara should have been the nutcracker,” said Sarah, referring to one of the Nutcrackers main characters. “Turns out other people think so too.”

“Thanks,” said Doug awkwardly.

Sarah looked at him. “Well, that’s not it silly.” She rolled her eyes. “I didn’t just get it for it to sit there on a shelf. We need to use it.”

She looked around. “I mean, it’s a nutcracker after all.” She looked around the room some more. “And I don’t see any nuts...”

She looked down at his bulging gonads resting on the couch. She smiled. “Ah, there are some nuts!”

Doug pushed himself up and tried to stagger away. He was walking like a drunk sailor, still incapacitated by pain.

“Now Sarah,” said Jen. “You weren’t looking hard enough.” She passed over a bowl with a few walnuts in it.

“Aww, but Dougy’s nuts would be so much more fun to crack!” Said Sarah.

Doug looked pleadingly at his mother to save him from his demon-obsessed sister. He was frantic. She wouldn’t rest until she had obliterated his testicles! He thought.

Jen gave her son a warm smile. “Ok, Doug, just calm down. Why don’t I open a present now?”

Sarah couldn’t disagree with that and she moved back to the couch. Doug made a sigh of relief. As Jen went to the tree to get a present, Sarah grabbed a walnut and put it into the mouth of Clara the ballerina. She looked at Doug with a wide smile.

CRACK! Doug shuttered as he heard the sound and watched the walnut shatter into a hundred pieces. Sarah kept pressing as hard as she could. Nut pieces continued falling all over the floor. Sarah pressed it a few more times and laughed as the remaining bits of the nut were ground up into tiny pieces, until nothing was left. “Oh, poor little nut,” she said mockingly. “It’s all broken.” She put her leather boot on top of the remaining bits and pressed down. “I just looovvee the sound of a nut being crushed under my foot!”

“Alright, I’ve got one” said Jen. She unwrapped a present. She pulled out two candy cane red high heel pumps. “Oh darling,” she said to Sarah, “you know my type. They’re my favourite. A nice rounded toe. Comfy on the toes but still very effective when I want to get a good kick in.” They both laughed, looking over at Doug and his exposed nuts. Doug felt so embarrassed and covered himself.

Jen looked at him for a moment and then said, “Well Doug, you have a choice. You can choose that nutcracker,” she looked over to Sarah’s nutcracker, “or...” she slipped on her candy red high heels. “You can choose mommy’s nutcrackers.” She clicked her heels together.

Doug gulped. What a terrible choice, he thought. He wanted to cry. He heard the clack of his mom’s shoes as she walked on the hard wood and tried them out. Sarah was looking at him, chomping up and down with her nutcracker in a taunting way.

Doug had seen what that nutcracker did to a really hard nut. He knew his own precious jewels were not nearly as hard as that. If his nut ended up in that... it would be game over.

He looked to his mom’s heels and sighed. At least with those, he had a chance of not immediately becoming a eunuch? He pointed feebly at her shoes. “Those...”

“Great!” Said his mom enthusiastically. He shuddered as he heard the loud clacking of her heels. It it home how insanely hard they were.

“Sarah, would you help your mummy out?”

“Sure thing!” Doug’s sister eagerly went behind him and grabbed his arms, pulling them back. He was so weak now from the pain that she could easily overpower him. He could barely even stand.

Jen took position in front of him and measured the distance by taking a slow practice shot.

“Ooooh!” Yelled Sarah. She was looking around him at her mom. “Seeing it from this angle really lets me see what poor Dougy is seeing! You must be so scared brother,” she laughed. “I mean, if I had to stand and take a kick from her anywhere on my body, I would be so scared! And you’re going to get it right into your ballsack! Ouch!!!” She laughed hysterically.

Doug felt nauseous. He was so scared he thought he may throw up.

Having taken her aim, Jen put her heel far back. She was ready. “Are you ready for your nutcracker Doug?” She smiled. He looked back, wide eyed in fear. “Merry Christmas honey.”

Doug saw the flash of her leg and nearly passed out from terror. He instinctively moved his pelvis backwards to try to avoid her kick. Sarah wasn’t fully prepared for that. She managed to basically hold him in place but he moved his pelvis back several inches. This was important as Jen had aimed so that the top of her toe, several inches in, would connect with his tightly packed balls. He moved back only a second before contact, and as a result, he suffered a direct toe punt from her very hard high heeled shoe. Even through the shoe, Jen could feel the soft cushion created by his balls. Although she quickly felt his cushion being crushed against his pelvis. She realized that if she continued letting her foot sail upwards at that strength, his balls wouldn’t stand a chance. The elastic and tight shorts were serving their purpose. His balls had nowhere to go. They would explode in spectacular fashion.

Her heart raced. She sooo wanted to feel his orbs explode under her foot...

But after a split second she decided to pull back on the force of her kick. Doug still went on his tippy toes but he was saved behind fully launched into the air and having all of his weight onto his balls.

Jen never saw a boy or man collapse so quickly. Jen lost control of him and Doug rolled like a bolling ball across the floor. Jen even had to move out of the way from being taken out. Over the next two minutes, Doug covered every inch of the floor as he rolled and writhed uncontrollably. Her and Sarah could do nothing but laugh sooo hard. Well Sarah also took a video. And before Doug had even stopped rolling, she had posted it online. The title was “Brother meets nutcracker - brother loses.” Jen laughed at her title. She actually liked that the video was just the aftermath of him being kicked in the balls. It let all the females who would watch imagine for themselves all the ways he could have been kicked in the balls.

“Why is he doing that?” Asked Sarah.

“Well, I read that it’s a coping mechanism. A way for his body to attempt to lessen the absolute agony he’s in.”

BANG, BANG... Jen looked over and saw Doug smashing his head against the hardwood. Sarah kept the video rolling.

Jen walked over, her heels clacking and grabbed his head and held it steady.

“What was he doing?” Asked Sarah.

Jen thought for a minute. Doug was pleading, “make it stop, make it stop! Mummy, please!”

He kept repeating those lines over and over. Sarah, with this on video, could barely contain her laughter.

“Well honey, he’s in so much pain that I think he was trying to knock himself out. That way he would be free of the pain.”

Jen felt a surge of power and sadistic pleasure go over her. In any other situation she would be filled with maternal concern, but she had zero sympathy for pain related to a male and his balls. It made her feel so happy to be a woman.

She was glad she hadn’t castrated him. She looked forward to having more fun.

After an hour, her and Sarah came back into the room. Doug was still laying there. Get up Doug, we have more things to do today...

Her Christmas nutcracking plans weren’t finished yet.

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Will you be posting new stories again soon?

Thanks for the question. As anyone who’s read my stories will have realized, I have a fairly specific and limited set of tastes when it comes to this particular fetish. This means that they all tend to wind up being very similar. As a result, I’m finding it hard to think of anything new to say, BB-wise. I have maybe half-a-dozen stories in varying stages of completion, which will be posted here eventually. Sorry I can’t give you a proper timeframe.

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Could you make A Brother’s Nightmare, A Sister’s Awakening” Part 3? They are probably the best ballbusting stories I ever read.

Sean D has actually written a Christmas-themed continuation of those stories. As we get closer to the season of good cheer, I will repost it here.

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Hello,I am a huge fan of your stories. Thanks a lot for giving people with that strange castration fetish the fuel of their fantasies. I have been written a story myself lately, in French though. Would you mind reading it? If yes would you like me to translate it? Regards. L

Thank you for your kind words. French is actually my third language, and I’d like an opportunity to get some practice (je n’ai le parler regulierement depuis l’ecole). Feel free to post your story in my inbox.

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The Streaker

An extremely cool story by Femdom-Fanatic that I stumbled upon at DeviantArt.

The beeping of a heart monitor greeted me as I slowly awoke, gradually fading in from the darkness as though I was crawling out from a cave into the blinding light of the sun. The sting faded and my vision reached a level of clarity, enough to where I could see that I was in a hospital bed. “What… what happened…?” I asked, to no one in particular. I tried to think back on how I ended up in this situation, but trying to recall it made my head hurt. I felt a huge fog behind my eyes… my body was a little numb, and for a moment I feared I wouldn’t be able to move it. Slowly I reached my hand up, to protect my eyes from the light. I thought it was the sun but it was just the fluorescent bulbs above me, that’s how bright they seemed to me in that state. As I moved my arm, I felt a dull ache pulse through it. I remember wondering if I had maybe injured it in an accident, and that was why I was here… and how I must’ve hit my head in the same accident, because it was throbbing as well. Attempting to move my legs was… unsuccessful. They didn’t budge… I glanced down and saw my lower body was being suspended above the bed. My vision was still foggy and the light still a little blinding, but I could make out that my legs were outstretched and pulled apart, hung up in stirrups. Did I… break my legs? Trying to blink away my issues with sight, I attempted to get a closer look, squinting and slowly trying to sit up… and that’s when the true pain came rushing in, unlocked out of nowhere. There was quite a bit of it from my midsection, but that paled in comparison to where the worst of it lay. An absolutely intense anguish beyond any I could ever recall, hitting me like a hurricane of suffering. My body buckled and lurched as much as it could in that position, and from deep within me, I howled out a guttural, primal scream. “mmmmMMMMMMMMMMMMMYYYYYYYYYY BAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLSSSSSssss...!!!” My groin was absolutely on fire. It felt as though my nuts were being constantly struck by lightning, a sting so brutal that it immediately brought tears to my eyes. I tried to relax my body, to bring myself back to where I was when I somehow didn’t feel it. I was huffing and puffing, gasping for breath from my yell, but as I assumed my previous position the immediate shock of pain wore off and faded into a dull, surface-level ache. “Oooohh, sounds like the little guy’s finally woken up...” came the singsong voice from a room away. I turned towards the voice, in time to see the door open. In walked a nurse, in shockingly tight, revealing attire. She was a red-head, her autumn hair falling below her shoulders and only then coming to a curl. Dark mascara framed her fierce green eyes and blood red lipstick painted the wicked smirk that seemed permanently plastered on her face. She had on the stereotypical white nurse’s outfit that I swore actual nurses didn’t really wear at all, let alone with such a short miniskirt that rode way up her shapely hips or with the huge opening in the top that beautifully displayed her incredible cleavage, her huge tits jiggling with every step as she sauntered over to me, her every movement screaming her confidence. “Hey there little boy.” she greeted me, with a dismissive tone and a half-hearted wave, chuckling to herself for some reason. “My name is Taylor and I’ll be your nurse for today. Usually I’d ask how you’re feeling but I think you’ve already informed the whole hospital… nut ain’t feeling too good, eh?” “N-No… what… the hell happened to me?!” I asked, wincing. “Oh wow, you don’t even remember? You were beaten worse than I thought.” she replied flippantly, not exactly showing much concern. “That’s a little weird, I mean they sure didn’t focus  too much on your head… maybe you got a concussion from one of the times you got dropped to the ground.” “Wh-wha… beaten? Dropped to the ground…?” I moaned. “Someone… did this to me, on purpose…?” “Well it ain’t like you weren’t asking for it.” she replied with a lackadaisical shrug and another little chuckle. “Made a huuuge ass out of yourself, in front of the whole world no less! But then I guess something had to be huge on you...” I was thankfully nowhere near lucid enough to understand her constant size barbs, all I was worrying about at that point was regaining my memory. “Please… can you tell me what happened? Why are my legs all strung up like that?” “Your legs…? Huh, well, yeah, I guess they had to be suspended like that too. Hardly the focus though.” she noted, sounding as if she didn’t expect that question at all. “I mean, that’s just a means to an end, to help treat your injury.” “M-My injury…?” I moaned, perplexed. She stared at me for a moment, then began to giggle to herself. “Pffft! S-Seriously? You didn’t notice that your junk is in a sling too? Heh, I mean… I guess it’s not the weirdest thing you didn’t see it, given how small it is, but… heheh!” Startled, I looked again, my hazy vision becoming clear enough for me to see that she was right. My testicles were bandaged up in a soft cast and were being kept elevated by a stirrup, just like the ones for my legs. My dick was loosely and pathetically hanging limp atop the cast, totally exposed without a hint of care for my dignity. “Wh-what the fuck…?” I groaned. “Yeah, some of the nurses wanted to do something to cover up your teenie weenie but I fought to make sure that didn’t happen… I just, love looking at it, heh. Makes me feel better about my life, knowing you’re cursed with it.” she openly mocked, staring right at my penis as she smiled and laughed yet again. Her behavior was truly shocking for anyone, let alone a trained nurse. And she wasn’t done, “See, my boyfriend has a small one too, and I was actually planning on breaking up with him over it. But then I saw yours and realized it could be soooo much worse. You make him look like a stud, honestly. So uh yeah, thanks.” “Wh-why the fuck are you talking to me like that?!” I gasped. “I’m in a lot of pain here and you won’t even tell me what happened to me...” “Man, you really have no clue what happened to your ball, huh?” she asked, shaking her head at my ignorance. “It’s both of them...” I corrected. “Beg pardon?” she replied. “That’s the third time you’ve done that, you keep saying ‘nut’ or ‘ball’, singular.” I explained. “But it’s… definitely both of them that got injured, they both hurt like hell.” “Ohhhhh, honey...” she sighed, slapping her forehead and laughing yet again. This one was deep enough that I couldn’t help but notice how much her chest heaved with it. “Ahhhh even I’m not a big enough bitch to want to tell you this one to your face… here, have your chart.” She tossed me a clipboard… at the top was my name, the name of the hospital, my doctor and nurse and, beneath that… my diagnosis. I was nervous to read it, but immediately perplexed as, despite everything else being in print, there was one line written out in red ink. Before the actual bits of diagnosis, the words “Small Cox Syndrome” were printed out on an obnoxiously large level. Hearing snickering, I lowered the page to see Nurse Taylor stifling her laughter at me. I must’ve looked absolutely stunned at her insensitivity as her laughter only intensified. I couldn’t believe what a true bitch she was. Trying to ignore her, I looked back down and quietly read my listed injuries: Bruising all over torso Shattered Pelvis Dislocated Shoulder Cracked Rib Deeply swollen left testicle Ruptured right testicle The paper fell from my hands as my jaw dropped. I knew the pain was unreal, but.. I’d… I’d actually lost a testicle?! And someone did it to me on purpose?! My vision started to fade again… this whole thing seemed like a masochistic nightmare. My life had been irrevocably changed for the worse and I didn’t even know what had happened. And this nurse from hell did nothing but rub it in. “Mmmm, now that I think about it, the short term memory loss might not have anything to do with a head injury...” she noted, seemingly talking to herself. “Maybe the whole thing was just too traumatic to recall… hmhmhm...” “This… has to be a sick joke, this can’t be real.” I croaked. “I r-really… lost a… l-lost a…?!” “A nut, yes.” she answered, bluntly. “Half a man now. Although frankly I’d say you were less than that to begin with, considering what you’ve been working with. You’re maybe like, what, a sixth of a man now…?” I could feel the tears starting to form but I hid them… I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction. She sighed and shrugged. “Look, we tried to save it. We couldn’t. Be thankful we were able to do something to preserve your remaining nut… it’s in a fragile state too but it’ll recover in time. And after that, I’m sure your dick will work just as unimpressively as it always did. Nothing to cry about...” “I’m… begging you to tell me what happened.” I pleaded. “Do you even know…? If so, please… I-” “Why tell you when I can show you…?” she replied, her smirk becoming all the more villainous. “The whole thing’s on tape. Gone viral too. Heh… you might be the only person in the damn world who doesn’t know at this point...” “T-Taped…?” I asked, too stunned to even fully process that information. “Ohhh I’ve had a blast watching. I’d already seen it by the time you came in… imagine my delight that you ended up at our hospital! I just had to volunteer to treat you after that!” she giddily explained as she walked over to a nearby desk. She undoubtedly made it a point to bend over and show me her spectacularly shapely ass as she opened a drawer to retrieve some kinda Blu-Ray disk. “Mostly I just wanted to make double sure, but once I saw that prick I knew there was no mistaking it. I mean, two guys with the same name, the same face, and both with a dick that small… I don’t think it’s possible!” “Wh-what are you saying…?” I whined. “The whole world… s-saw my…? Hold on, this was printed onto a blu-ray?! That fast?” “Well, it’s been a few days…” she shrugged as she plopped it into a player, attached to the TV monitor that hung from the top corner of the room. “Heh, yeah, you’ve been out for a bit. Not too surprising when you consider the level of asskicking that went down, though… or, well, kicking elsewhere in your case...” I could barely keep up with the revelations at this point. I stared dumbfounded at the screen. The moment it flashed onto the sight of me, running naked through a football field, the horrific memories flooded back into my head all at once… --- It was a fine night, at first. I was with my lovely girlfriend Maryse, on a unique date… the two of us were live at the Super Bowl! Neither of us were huge fans, but the atmosphere was truly something to be a part of, and we were eager for a chance to see the special halftime show, where international pop sensation Kyra Vow was to make a special performance. She was… exceptionally hot and was never exactly overdressed, which was awesome but not why I needed to see her, we were both genuinely big into her. Besides my girl was already the hottest thing I’d ever seen. A gorgeous blonde with sweet blue eyes… curvaceous and absolutely loooved pencil-thin miniskirts. I swear they showed a bit of her pink panties every time she so much as took a step. Her entirely bared legs were a sight too… she did have a coat on, though even that didn’t hide how huge her titties were, but from the waist down she didn’t seem to feel the nippy cold from this winter night at all. This had nothing to do with me getting with her, but there was always a rumor going around that she was… well, really easy. I didn’t have that experience at all, we’d been together for a few months and despite some intense moments she’s shied away from sleeping with me. I didn’t take that to mean anything other than maybe the rumors were false, or perhaps she’d changed her philosophy on that. Either way, it didn’t bother me so much. But it DID feed into what happened on that fateful night… Minutes before the second quarter of the game was to end, half-time quickly approaching, Maryse draped an arm around me, pulling me close so as to whisper into my ear. “Hey sweetie… you ever seen a streaker at an event like this?” “Hah, what? Nah, can’t say I have...” I replied, taken a bit aback by that. “Why do you ask?” “Well… I just find the act really bold, yannow?” she explained with a little giggle. “I mean, it’s gotta be so embarrassing… but they don’t care. They aren’t ashamed of their bodies and don’t care if anyone sees… it’s honestly pretty cool.” “Uh… when you put it like that I guess so.” I shrugged. She came in closer, giving me a peck on the cheek before whispering seductively into my ear, “Mmm, if someone were man enough to go streaking during a big event like this… I’d have no choice but to fuck their brains out.” My jaw dropped at that, a swift stiffening occuring in my pants. I looked to her and she batted her eyelashes at me… from her expression I could tell she wasn’t kidding around. “I… uh… is that… a promise?” “Mmm, you bet your balls it is...” she remarked with an alluring wink. I could feel the vibrations running up and down my spine, as I melted at her words… I’d absolutely never even consider it under any other circumstance, but I knew right then what I had to do. To finally tap that, it’d be so very worth it… --- “Ohhh my God...” I groaned, slapping my hand to my forehead. I felt the heat of blushing emanating from my cheeks as I watched through spread fingers, my naked form running briskly, my bare feet against the grass. The very moment the field had cleared, out there I darted from the tunnel, not a shred of clothing on. “Wh-why were they filming this?!” “Well obviously the people in charge weren’t, it’s just a fancam. But man, phones can take some hella good videos these days… they kept a real good bead on you too.” Taylor informed me, all too pleased with their camerawork. “But my favorite part is the bit of editing they did! They couldn’t exactly put it on YouTube with any nudity, so… heheheh, they censored you in the most efficient way ever!” At first I didn’t even see what she was talking about, too ashamed to see myself on screen like that to want to look too closely. But I was aghast at it when I finally saw… most situations like this, you’d get a generously big black bar or a pixelated mosaic around the whole region that kept you from making out any features. But not me… I got a tiny little dot, that unfortunately managed to cover everything. This was done purely to make sure everyone that saw it knew I wasn’t packing much… and apparently it was a huge viral video... “Ahhh it’s awesome… such an itty bitty guy.” Taylor quite unnecessarily added, pretending to wipe a tear from her eye. “It was REALLY cold out there, okay?!” I snapped at her. “Ain’t cold in here...” she shrugged, giving a side-eye to my still quite pathetic looking penis. My self-esteem was truly plummeting by the second… --- At first, it was kind of a rush. Like Maryse said, I knew I was showing a hell of a lot of body confidence to be doing something like that, and there was an odd thrill to it. I actually had a big smile on my face as I streaked down the field, listening to the shocked reactions from the stands. Of course I didn’t expect to be down there for very long… I was running at top speed towards an adjacent tunnel. I wasn’t exactly a running back so it took me a bit, but in a minute or so I’d made my way over there, planning to get out of there with my conquest completed. To my surprise, I found only one guard waiting there for me. She was a stern looking, somewhat older woman, but still quite pretty… and a little taller than me, not that it mattered. She was in pretty fit form beneath that security outfit as she stood there just before the exit with her arms crossed. Short brown hair went to just above her shoulders. I expected her to come forward and tackle me or something, but she didn’t budge as I approached. So instead I kept going, looking to run past her… but that’s when she reached out to grab me by the hair and to my surprise, shoved me back towards the field. I stumbled back onto my ass, looking up at her imposing frame. “Uh-uh, no sir. You’re staying out here, little man.” she told me, an authoritative tone to her voice. “Wh-what…? You don’t want to get me out of here?” I asked, confused. “Heh, nah… that’d be letting you off too easy.” she replied with a wry smirk. “I know how this works… you guys come out here showing your business to the world, big rush of adrenaline egging you on… but once that goes away, then the shame kicks in. You realize what you’re doing and what everyone can see, and all the fun turns to humiliation… and considering what you’re working with down there, that’s gonna be pretty intense soon. Heh...” Nervously, I looked around to the nearby stands, and realized the reaction I’d been hearing was uproarious laughter as they pointed at me… actually, most were specifically pointing at my genitals. I glanced down to see my already normally short cock had shriveled from the cold and nerves and was now basically invisible. In particular I just had to notice some cute girls in the front row making obscene gestures to my size and yelling about what a tiny man I was… “Oh… oh God, what am I doing?!” I asked, trying to cover myself as I made my way up. “L-Let me go, let me out of here! I’m sorry!” Again I went for the exit, but this time the security guard grabbed me by the wrist and tweaked painfully on it as she pulled one hand away from my junk. As I howled an unfortunately high pitched squeal of pain, she turned to me and pushed her generous backside into my groin as she pulled forward on my arm with all of her might. Levering my arm over her shoulder, I heard a crack and felt an intense stabbing of pain - the dislocated shoulder, in retrospect - as she judo tossed me over her head and I slammed down hard on the grass. Stunned from the impact, my genitals were again exposed and I was even closer to those girls in the front row. One leaned over and poured out her cup of soda, managing to splash me in the face with it. Just to one up her, the other did the same, except she was able to dump her ice right onto my testicles. The shrill cold became even worse as it stung my manhood… but soon, that’d be the least of my nuts’ worries. As I pulled myself up, I saw the guard rolling her sleeves back. I knew she wasn’t looking to let me leave… so I opted to charge her, trying to take her down so I could escape. But this backfired immensely, as my attempt to drive my uninjured shoulder into her midsection got me caught in a front facelock, her arm hooking just under my chin. I squirmed in her grip, finding it surprisingly powerful. She pushed me forward, just to make sure I was more immediately visible to the crowd… and then, she delivered a vicious knee to my testicles. I’d never truly been hit in the balls before… the pain was absolutely wicked from the outset, she didn’t hold back at all. She was not only stronger than me but clearly trained, her rock solid knee absolutely blasted my entirely unprotected balls. I tried to scream out in anguish, but her tightening grip choked that out. And she wasn’t done… she bit her bottom lip, putting all her might into delivering a second crushing knee lift… and then a third, and a fourth. “Nobody wants to see your baby penis… NOBODY. Never forget that, chump.” she hissed, before rearing her leg back as far as she could go yet again… --- “...aaaaand BAM! Right in the balls AGAIN!” Taylor declared, pumping her fists like it was the greatest thing she’d ever seen. “Hahaha, man she is DESTROYING those little guys! Have mercy, he’s just a boy! Obviously! Hahah...” “Uuugggh can you please stop talking…?” I asked with a resigned sigh. “Man, do you see the way the dot just completely disappears every time?” she asked, speaking even louder just to irk me. “Just entirely engulfed by her knee… heheh, she got your whole junk with every single shot. Not that it’s saying much since it’s YOUR junk and all, but it’s still funny to me.” What on Earth did I do to deserve any of this…? Besides streaking at the Super Bowl, obviously… --- As the guard continued to wail on me, preparations for the halftime show were well under way, and thus the last few people who were out there on the sidelines were going to the tunnels… that’s when I heard another feminine voice from much closer. “Ohhh my God, this is amazing!” I heard a woman cry out as the guard’s knee bounced off my balls for the twelth time. “Hah! Hahahaahhaha!” “Good God, is that a Ken doll she’s beating up?!” another piped up. “Wh-where’s his dick?! Hahaha, what the fuck?!” The guard opted to throw me onto the ground, at the feet of the women who were catcalling me. I looked up to get a glimpse up the skirts of a squad of cheerleaders, six of them in total. Of course they were fantastically built and in the skimpiest cheerleader outfits I’d ever seen. And they all stared at me with mixes of disgust and amusement. “I’ve never seen a bigger loser up close, holy shit...” one remarked, shaking her head. “What the hell are you thinking?!” one asked, mortified. “I mean streaking in general is ridiculous, but with a body like THAT? Are you high?” “Uggh, this guy reminds me of my ex… flaky jackass.” another added with a harrumph. ”His DICK reminds me of MY ex!” a fifth chuckled. “Sex with him was the worst ten seconds of my life, lemme tell ya...” “What dick?!” the hysterical one exclaimed, still uproariously laughing over my lacking manhood. “Seriously, where the fuck is it?! I’m freaking out over here!” Only one stayed quiet, just staring at me stoically… she happened to be the one nearest to me, and I got a really close look at how toned and powerful her bare legs were. Groaning with pain, I forced myself up to my feet, hands squarely on my nuts as I enduring the pointing and giggling. “P-Please… I just want to get out of here...” I groaned. “Can you t-talk to the guard…? Maybe you can get her to-” Suddenly, the quiet one let loose a high kick, aimed right for my face. I yelped and jolted back, raising my hands in a vain attempt to block it, only to see her boot stop just short of blasting me. I was confused as she swiftly planted that foot back on that ground… and proceeded to step forward and let loose a destructive kick, her instep obliterating my genitals. I didn’t expect this at all, the power lifted me off my feet, and I howled all the air from my lungs as I collapsed to my knees. “Whoa, holy shit, Stephanie!” one of them yelled as the others laughed uncontrollably. “Nice one, kiddo!” the guard called out. “Helluva form you’ve got!” “Wait… it’s okay that she did that?” one of the girls asked. “She’s not gonna like, be in trouble for that?” “Nah, not as far as I’m concerned.” the guard spoke up. I was horrified to hear this. “In fact, I think it’d be fun if you all got a shot in.” “Are you serious?! Oooh me first, me first!” the hyperactive one eagerly declared, hopping up and down vigorously enough to cause her tits to jiggle vehemently beneath her tight-fitting uniform. As the guard grabbed me under my arms and forced me to my feet, holding me in a full nelson to prevent any protection, I tried to yell out my protests, but I’d momentarily lost my voice from shouting so loudly in anguish. Even if I could say anything, it didn’t seem like anyone wanted to listen. The volunteer stepped up, and I noticed she was still holding her pom-poms. She placed her foot gingerly under my nuts, lining herself up so that she was exactly at leg’s distance from me, and God did she have long legs. Putting her foot down, she put her hands to her hips for a moment, a mocking smile on her face. “Ready? Okay!” she declared, as though beginning a choreographed cheer. She put her pom-poms in front of herself, shaking them violently. “I… loooooove… FOOTBALL!” With that, she delivered an absolutely unbelievable kick, the toe of her sneakers crash landing hard against my tiny balls. --- I had recalled it before I saw it, but it was still as surreal to me then as it was originally. Six cheerleaders taking turns kicking and kneeing me in the balls as I was restrained and helpless… the whole thing seemed like it was from some sort of garbage fanfic. But it was my life, playing out before me. My nuts were at a dull ache as long as I didn’t move, but with every malicious shot I watched myself take… I had a violent pang in my head, a ruthless reminder of how every individual blow felt, and it was so vivid that I swore I could feel it again in my battered testicles... “Man, I’ll never understand how they filmed this so well… I think this might actually be from a lot of different fancams, just spliced together.” Taylor speculated. “They did a really good job though, it’s seamless! And you get to see everything… except for what’s under that little dot, teehee~” I was stunned silent. I heard the halftime show commence off-screen; at the time I didn’t notice, overshadowed by my deafening screams. And it seemed as though the audience didn’t really take note of it either, sadly much too invested in watching me get castrated in front of about 70,000 people. The cheerful, casual attack on my balls persisted for several minutes, set quite hideously to upbeat pop music… until eventually the singing abruptly stopped. --- “What the fuck are you doing over here?!” a woman screamed out. In spite of her rage her voice undeniably sexy with such an exotic accent… I knew it well. The cheerleaders dispersed, though the guard continued to hold me up so I could watch her approach. Just to truly cap off the surreality of this whole night, Kyra Vow herself was storming over, her eyes burning with hatred for me. She was… breathtaking to look at. I’d never seen her dressed in less… Her skin such a mystifying tan, contrasting with her pure white hair that was long enough to elegantly frame her immaculate chest. She wore a 42-I bra… don’t ask why I know, but that’s her cup size. Atleast it is when she’s wearing a bra, but on this night there was none of that. Her white lacey top was basically half a tanktop, one strap covering her left tit, while her right was entirely bared save for what looked like a jeweled brooch pasted over her nipple. Both bounced madly with her every step… her legs were the thing of beauty, their form exemplified by the tight straps that bound the otherwise bared legs, leading up to the remarkably thin, glorified panties that covered her womanhood. She feared the cold even less than my girlfriend… it did seem to take some effort to walk over however, unsurprising given her incredibly lengthy high heels, which certainly weren’t meant for walking on field turf. “Oh, Kyra… what are you doing down here?” the guard asked. “Are we messing up your show?” “Hell yes you are! I put so much effort into preparing this performance, and this little bastard ruins it with his tiny cock!” she hissed as she pointed right at me. For someone I was such a big fan of to say this really stung. “S-Sorry...” I wheezed. “Oh you WILL be, motherfucker...” she hissed, before rearing back and delivering a vile kick to my nethers, the sharp toe of her shoe stabbing brutally into my testicles. Somehow this outdid every shot thus far, she kicked me like she was made in a lab with the pure intention of castrating a man. The guard finally released me, letting me fall to the ground. I writhed and wept in agony, holding myself as my entire body converged in pain around my wounded nuts. Between sobs, Kyra knelt down next to me and declared, “I’m not done with you...” as she rolled me over onto my back. “Someone get his hands!” A few of the cheerleaders came over and knelt down next to me, smiling carefree as could be as they not only grabbed my arms but did the same with my legs, leaving me entirely spread eagled as Kyra stood over me. “This is what happens when you fuck with me.” she yelled as she reared her deadly foot up as high off the ground as could be, before stomping down with utter malice, putting the whole force of it down onto my right nut. I recall a brutal crunch… and then little else. The pain finally overwhelmed my senses… but I’m willing to bet the rupture happened right before I blacked out. --- The rest, I had to find out from the video that my utter monster of a nurse refused to stop making me watch. Even after I lost consciousness, the beating hadn’t ended. The eight women continued to stomp, punch, kick, and even send the occasional kneedrop onto my prone body, attacking me everywhere, but of course never once letting up on my crotch. This is where the majority of the bruises came from. Just for the hell of it, the guard at one point took out a nightstick and slammed it into my midsection… which has to be where the cracked rib originated from. “H-How long did they let this go on…?” I asked, bewildered. “Shhhshhshhshhh, shut the fuck up! Here comes the best part!” Taylor excitedly squirmed, absentmindedly flinging her hand in my general direction… and smacking my crotchcast in the process, giving me a delirious bolt of anguish as I was forced to watch one of the most bizarre scenes I’d ever seen unfold before me. The cheerleaders came up with a ruthless idea for a grand finale. They would form the classic pyramid… with one girl standing on my nuts. Three girls stood side-by-side, taking two up on their shoulders, and with a grand flourish, the sixth made her way up atop those two. The most eager of the group was at the tip, shaking her pom-poms and her chest with excitement… I consider myself I wasn’t conscious to feel this, as this meant the rough combined weight of four girls were bearing down on my crotch! No wonder I had a shattered pelvis… how either of my nuts survived was a miracle. As if that wasn’t enough, the two girls standing on either side at the bottom of the pyramid tried their best to focus all the weight onto the center, IE on my nuts… and they even reached their nearest feet over to push their plant legs atop the shoes of the middle girl. That meant for a brief instant, all six of them were basically standing on my nuts. But this didn’t make for the most stable of pyramids, and it quickly fell apart. The girls all tripped, and the one at the top had quite a long drop… which ended with her colliding assfirst on my groin. Undoubtedly, any hope of my right testicle being saved died right there under her shapely backside. And they all just laughed about it as they helped her up. There wasn’t an ounce of empathy for what they were doing to me… I never knew such heartless women existed, and yet there I was, my world destroyed by eight of them. “Ahhh… my only regret is that the video has to end.” Taylor sighed. Make that nine... Taylor stood and stretched with a little yawn. “Anyway I’m out. Mmm, by the way, if you have a lawyer, definitely, definitely call them… or don’t, it really won’t help you.” “Wh-what…?” I uttered. “What, like you didn’t think that was illegal? Just ‘cause you got your shit stomped doesn’t mean the law considers it your punishment.” she snidely replied. “We’re just keeping you here until you’re good to go to a court hearing. And considering the whole damn world has seen the definitive evidence, uh… yeah, have a fun few months in county prison, pal.” With that, she walked off, her hips sashaying as she went, leaving me to stew in yet another layer of misery. All this, and I was going to jail anyway…? I slapped my hands to my forehead, my ears ringing and the fog of headache returning… it seemed like the room was spinning. How could this happen to me…? I make one stupid move and my entire life is turned upside down… was there no mercy? No light at the end of the tunnel for me…? After quite some time of being lost in my own head, I heard a knock at the door. That confused me a bit, but I croaked, “C-Come in...” My voice was weak. My body was weaker. But my spirit was the weakest… it’d been absolutely demolished. I desperately needed something to pick it up. Right on cue, she opened the door… Maryse stepped in. She had never looked more beautiful to me… as always she wore a pencil-thin skirt, and the tightest top I’d ever seen her in. She stared glumly at me. “...Wow, so this is how you ended up, huh…?” she asked. “M-Maryse… oh God, Maryse, I needed to see you so badly...” I moaned, struggling to raise my arms. “C-Come over here… please, just let me hold you...” “Hooo… I feel like a real monster right now...” she sighed. “This is not gonna be easy to say...” “It’s… not your fault. I did something stupid and now I’m paying for it.” I replied. “You don’t have to apologize.” “Oh no, I wasn’t going to apologize.” she was quick to respond. “Actually, I’m here to uh… boy, this is awkward… I’m here break up with you.” The heart monitor was the only noise in the room for the next few seconds. I was at a complete loss for words. Maryse broke the silence with a sigh of relief. “Whew, that was actually a lot easier to get out than I thought it’d be!” “Wha… you’re… breaking up with me?” I stammered. “Yeeeeaaaah… don’t take this the wrong way or anything, but… well, this has kinda been the most humiliating experience of my life.” she curtly explained. “I mean, my boyfriend is internet famous for having a super little penis and getting beaten up by a buncha girls. It’s gonna be a tough thing to live down, yannow?” “You think it’s tough for YOU?!” I retorted with a voice crack. “I’m the one that went through it! And I only did it because you asked!” “Yeah, I know, but in my defense I thought for sure you actually had a cock.” she shrugged. “If I’d known, I’d have just dumped you on the spot… I sure as hell would’ve never told you to show it to anybody. But hey, hindsight’s 20/20 and whatnot.” “H-Hold on… you… you promised...” I began, choking up from barely contained crying. “You promised we’d… we’d have sex if I did this...” She scratched back of her head. “Sssss, yeeeeaaaah I guess I did, but the thing is… I mean, again, no cock.” she casually noted, pointing at my lacking pecker. “Like, how was that ever going to be a thing in the first place? How am I supposed to fuck a man with no dick? Honestly, you should’ve corrected me when I brought that up. If you just told me you had no dick, none of this would’ve ever happened.” Finally my heartbreak turned to rage. Despite the blinding pain, I got myself out of the stirrups, groaning and howling in anguish, tears falling down my cheeks as I slowly turned and forced myself to stand. “Hey… come on, don’t hurt yourself...” she stated in a monotone, putting forth the bare minimum levels of concern. “L-L-Listen here...” I shuddered. “I’m like this right now because of you, I did THIS to myself because of you. The least… you could do… is u-u-uphold that promise…” “Ugggh, buddy, don’t do this...” she groaned. She had to gall to look at me like she was creeped out, like I was making HER uncomfortable… “Maryse… for the love of God, make good on your word.” I hissed, slowly marching towards her. “I’m warning you… don’t make this any worse than it already is.” she threatened. But I was seeing far too much red at that point. “Fuck me!” I yelled. “Before I go to goddamn prison because of you, I demand that you fuck me!” Slowly I reached out towards her. But I was so sluggish… my body was so wracked with pain and exhaustion that I could barely move, let alone pose a physical threat to anyone. She could’ve done whatever she wanted to get out of that situation. And by that point, what she chose shouldn’t have surprised me… I was so slow, she had the time to rear her bared leg back as far as it could go, and only then did I notice she finally wore the pointed toe heels I bought her, trying to mimic Kyra’s style. I saw it coming and couldn’t even begin to react in time to do anything about it. And in that moment, I found myself lamenting the fact that they gave me a soft cast. A harder one might’ve acted as a cup… One last flash of pink upskirt was my final reprieve before her powerful leg launched forward to give me a matching set of busted nuts.

[groggycascade]

Breaker Campus - Frosh Week, Pt. V

All credit to Sean D. 

he turned to two teachers waiting nearby. “Turn him horizontal and lower him to floor level.”

The teachers did so as Darren looked around anxiously. “No, no, what are you doing?”

“My boy... I guess I won’t be able to call you that much longer. This has been fun. But all good things must come to an end.”

The teachers lowered him to ground level and secured him in place. He was now laying in an X spread eagled. She had planned to move straight to castration but the site was so tempting. Maybe she could have just a little more fun.

Patricia stood between his legs, swung her leg far back, and let fly. Rather than hitting direct with the pointy toe of her stiletto, which likely would have skewered his nut or ripped it right off, she angled her foot so the top flat part of her shoe crashed into his waiting nuts and crushed them into his body. There was a satisfying sound - THWAP - and feeling. She wound her leg back and did it again. And then again.

As she kicked again and again, Darren was screaming at the top of his lungs.

She could just keep going, maybe 10 more kicks and she would pop them? Or a kick with the toe? She stopped. No. Looking at his swollen gonads, she already knew how she wanted to do it.

She motioned to the teachers and they moved to fix a small wooden board around his balls. It was only about 2 feet squared with a hole in the middle. They closed the two parts of it around the base of his balls. There was a screw to tighten or loosen. They tightened until the hole became smaller. His swollen balls were now splayed out on top of the wood. And they had no way of escaping through the hole.

“Darren Smith. The sentence has already been pronounced. Now it is time to carry it out.”

Patricia put her right foot into the platform and placed it beside his right nut. She played with his nut for a minute with the toe of her stiletto, pushing and prodding into it. He screamed in agony. It felt like an over ripe plumb now. Just ready to explode.

She positioned the heel of the stiletto on the center of his right ball. She started to press down, slowly shifting her weight.

“Please, please, please...” the boy was pleading. She put more weight onto his nut. It was bulging out on all sides like a balloon when pressed in the middle. Huh, she had never thought to compare a ball with a balloon, but this is exactly what it felt like. She was pleased at having found a new analogy.

The pain intensified, and he lost all ability to speak. He was now just mattering guttural, incoherent sounds.

Patricia shifted all of her weight onto her heel. She was surprised that his balloon didn’t burst immediately. She was happy, though actually. This was perhaps the happiest place and moment on earth for her. In this moment, she wasn’t holding back. She was doing it - she was putting all of her effort into destroying a testicle. But she still had the adrenaline rush of anticipation. It hadn’t happened yet. When would it happen? She was in a state of bliss as her stiletto heel sunk ever closer to the floor, the nutmeat that was underneath it being displaced to all sides, putting immense pressure on the testicular wall.

The boy’s nut was distorted almost beyond recognition. Even if she were to remove her foot at this moment, she was certain that enough internal damage had been caused to the testicle that it would never produce sperm. It was most likely sterilized. But that wasn’t enough. It had to be destroyed.

She felt her stiletto heel touch the smooth, even surface of the wood below. Her heart began pounding like a jackhammer. She couldn’t breathe. All her experience and instinct told her, “Here it comes...”

She watched as the ball, which had been expanding, expanding, reached its limits. The testicular wall could not hold. And just like a balloon...

POP

The most wonderful, satisfying sound she had ever heard or would ever hear. Just as a balloon deflated as the air comes rushing out, so too did she watch as the gigantic swollen ball on which she had been standing completely deflate as the insides of his testicle poured through the destroyed wall and out into his sac. The right side of his sac now became a shapeless mass of liquified nutmeat.

There was a defeaning roar from the room. Patricia looked at the happy faces all staring back at her. She felt so proud in her girls and so proud to be a woman.

They began chanting “Finish it, finish it... »

Patricia looked down at his bulging left nut. She looked to Darren’s face. He had the look of a deer in headlights. His brain didn’t know how to comprehend what was happening.  

The pain was so overwhelming that his brain did not know how to process it.

“Finish it, finish it...” the girls chanted.

Patricia silenced the room. “Girls, we ARE GOING TO FINISH IT.” They all cheered. “And I can’t think of what better person to do it, if she’s willing...”

Patricia looked over to Lizzy. Lizzy’s eyes brightened with the light of a star. “Yes, yes, yeeessss!!!” She squeeled with schoolgirl glee.

Lizzy walked over to her brother. “Do you know how you would like to do it?” Asked Patricia. Lizzy didn’t hesitate. “Oh yeah. For years, when this twerp has really ticked me off, do you know how badly I just wanted to stomp his little ballsies into smitherines? Well, now is my chance!”

Lizzy looked down at her foot. She removed her shoe. Now just her white stockings covered her legs and feet. “I want to be able to FEEL his nut be destroyed under my foot!”

Lizzy stood over her brother. Little sister towering over big brother. She loved it. “Lizzy, no, no, please...” he said as she raised her foot above his last remaining nut. “I’m your broth...” The wind was knocked out of him as Lizzy stomped down hard on her brother’s left ball. She lifted her foot back up and stomped again. Then again. Every time she struck, she could feel his ball flatten. It was the most amazing feeling ever.

Four, five, six times. Lizzy stopped and watched as her brother’s muscles writhed in agony. He so wanted to curl up into a ball. To cup last remaining gonad, but he couldn’t.

Patricia walked over to Lizzy and gave some advice. “If you want to destroy his testicle with one hard stomp, then you should use your heel...” Patricia bent down, grabbed Lizzies foot and calf, moved it over top of Darren’s testicle and slowly down towards it, with her heel directly over top of it. She slowly moved it onto his nut and flattened it slightly. “If you hit it at this angle with that spot of your heel, and with as much force as you can muster, your brother’s ball doesn’t stand a chance.” She repeated the movement once more. Lizzy nodded and did a few slow motion practice stomps in order to ensure she had an accurate aim.

“Hear that bro?” Lizzy taunted. “Your little ballsie doesn’t stand a chance. What do you think of the fact that your little sis is going to make you into a eunuch.”

“Wait, once I castrate you, you won’t be my brother anymore. Will you be my sister then? I’ve always wanted a sister!” The entire room laughed.

As his sister raised her heel high into position, his mind raced in desperatation. “Wait!” He yelled. “Wait.”

She kept her foot suspended in mid-air and looked at him impatiently. “What?”

“If you castrate me, then no more pain button. No more fun getting to kick me in the balls - or uh - ball, all the time.”

“Hmm, you’re right”

Lizzy lowered her foot to the ground. Darren had a gleam or hope in his eye. He wouldn’t be castrates after all.

Lizzy looked at him and smiled. “You’re just forgetting one thing silly brother.” He looked at her. “We have three more brothers. That’s six more balls I get to destroy, someday.”

“In the meantime, here goes number 1!!”

Before Darren could speak or react, Lizzy lifted her white stocking clad leg high and it descended to the ground in what looked to Darren like a flash. White lightning streamed across Darren’s field of vision as an explosion ripped through his body. It was the shockwave of pain from his little sister’s devastating heel stomp that, in that very instant, obliterated his left and last testicle into nothingness.

For a split second, Lizzy had felt a soft air cushion under her heel. But only for an instant. Then there was a loud POP and then all she could feel was her heel making contact with the hard wood. She kept her foot in place. As the seconds passed, she felt a warmth cover the bottom of her foot. It was the insides of her brother’s testicle spilling out across his sac. Lizzy stood there for what felt like an eternity, relishing the feeling .

“I can’t believe I just castrated my big brother!” She thought to herself.

Darren began convulsing on the table. His head rocking back and forth. No one in that room could understand the agony he was going through.

After a few minutes of watching her brother’s torment, Patricia told Lizzy that the sentence was to completely obliterate his testicles. That meant no solid pieces could be remaining.

Lizzy bent down and felt her brother’s sac through the Speedo. The Speedo was no longer bulging but hanging looser now. The bulging orbs were nowhere to be seen. In their place just a formless mass of destroyed nuts.

With absolute glee, Lizzy poked and prodded her brother’s sac. It was like gelatin. Oh, wait, she would feel something, a little lump here and there. She would bring her fingers around it and then squeeze, crushing bit by bit any solid remnants of his testicles. Darren screamed in agony the whole time.

When it was all done, Patricia looked to the auditorium. “Ladies, the sentence has been carried out.”

[groggycascade]

Breaker Campus - Frosh Week, Pt. IV

All credit to Sean D. 

Darren’s eyes were wide in fear as Dean Patricia secured the last remaining strap over his wrist. She took a step back and took in the sight. The boy was tied spread eagled to a wooden X. His clothing had been removed, and a very tight Speedo was forcibly put on him. He didn’t have much fight left in him after the brutal kick from Dean Patricia’s pointy-toed pump. She liked the Speedo. They were several sizes too small and his penis and balls bulged out, barely being contained. She liked that it was very easy to see his balls - which were of course the targets. Let’s be honest, she thought, a naked scrotum wasn’t very attractive. This was much more pleasant on the eye, but a girl could still see what she was kicking.

Darren was hanging vertically on the contraption, in standing position. Dean Patricia had already informed him he would be castrated. She had so many options. Two quick and hard kicks with her pointy toed shoes... she was confident she had the accuracy and strength to pop one nut with each kick. Or she could flip Darren horizontal, lower him to ground level, and crush his nuts with the heels of her high heeled shoes. She hadn’t decided yet how it would end, but she knew that she shouldn’t let him off so easy by immediately taking away the source of his boy pain. She should toy with him for a while and have some fun.

First, there was some administrative business to get out of the way. Dean Patricia was putting in place a system. And systems followed rules and patterns.

“Everyone, I would like to welcome special guests to the stage.”

The room hushed. A clacking could be heard on the stairs. Darren’s eyes widened as he saw his mom and younger sister come onto the stage. “Mom! Please help me!” He almost screamed at her.

Darren’s younger sister Lizzy had the widest smirk on her face that one had ever seen. Ever the younger sister, she saw her older brother splayed out like that in those ridiculous speedos and couldn’t help but start laughing at him. “Nice outfit”, she teased. “How’s it hanging?” She said as she pointed and laughed at his penis and balls bulging out of his ridiculous looking Speedo.

Darren’s mom couldn’t also help but smile at the situation, but she also had a serious look in her eyes. She stood by Dean Patricia.

“Ladies,” said Dean Patricia, addressing the room. “I’ve invited Darren’s mother, Rebecca, and sister, Lizzy, here, not just as a courtesy, but as a matter of protocol. You see, no boy has a decision making authority. How his balls are treated, the pain he suffers, us girls get to have complete control over that.”

There were whoops and cheers.

“Now, ultimately it is the closest female relatives of every male who have the final say over their fate. The mother, sister, or aunt, of every boy in this school signed him up to come here. They each signed on the dotted line, knowing what kind of treatment to which they were subjecting their son, brother, nephew...” She let this sink in on the boys in the audience. She saw many forlorn looks and desperate faces as the boys realized that they weren’t in this school by some mistake. That their closest female relatives had INTENTIONALLY sent them here, to be subjected to daily and endless pain. And possibly to suffer the worst fate that any male could! In that moment, it was like each of boy had just gotten a swift kick between his legs. Dean Patricia smiled.

“Now, when it comes to planned castrations, such as this one, it is important that a sentence be passed and duly authorized with the consent of the male subject’s nearest female relative.”

Dean Patricia took a piece of paper and began reading. She turned to Darren’s mother and sister. “Rebecca Smith, the authorities or Breaker Campus have deemed it fit to castrate your son. However, under the rules, it is not our sentence to pass.” She handed her the sentence paper. “What say you?”

All eyes were on Darren’s mother. She looked around the room, then to her son. He started pleading with her. “Please mom, please...” She looked to her daughter Lizzy.

“As the mother and legal authority over my son, Darren, I...”

There was a pause, “... designate my daughter, and Darren’s sister, Lizzy, to pass the judgement and pronounce the sentence.”

Lizzy’s eyes widened, she squeeled loudly and jumped for joy. “Thank you mom! Thank you!” She hugged her mom. The ladies in the room all clapped.

For his part, Darren’s face went white. With his mom, he had hope. She had given birth to him after all. But his little sis? She had learned about his boy weak spot at a very young age and took to calling it his pain button. She loved kicking, stomping, hitting that pain button whenever she could. Still, she was his sister. Would she really go the next step? He looked at her with hope and pleading in his eyes.

Lizzy took the sentence paper from her mom. She began to read, “I, Elizabeth Smith, being the sister of Darren Smith, do assert my right as the nearest female relative to pass judgement on whether or not my brother should be castrated.”

There wasn’t a sound to be heard in the room.

“I HEREBY DO... GIVE MY CONSENT TO ALLOW THE CASTRATION OF DARREN SMITH, MY BROTHER.”

The room erupted into cheers as the girls all clapped and yelled their support. Darren’s eyes were so wide. Lizzy looked up from the paper and locked eyes with him for what seemed like an eternity. She had the look of a gloating, self satisfied little sister who was now going to beat her older brother once and for all. Permanently. There would be no come back from this. This was her ultimate win over her big bro. He would live the rest of his life as a eunuch because of HER.

Dean Patricia said, “Lizzy, thank you. As the authorized female representative, would you also like to read the sentence?” Lizzy nodded yes.

The room went quiet again. “Darren Smith. You are hereby sentenced to be castrated. The method of castration will be as follows...”

There was excitement in the room as all the girls waited to hear how this boy’s balls would be taken from him. There were a list of options in front of Lizzy. She could pick any one of them. Would she, at the last minute, show her compassion and sentence him to a relatively painless chemical castration? Or a quick work of a sharp knife to quickly remove his balls after he had been given a pain killer?

She continued. “The method of castration will be testicular obliteration. While still connected via your spermatic cord and while still in the scrotum, your testicles are to be crushed into mush until no solid parts remain. At that point, you will have been deemed to have been castrated. The remains of your boyhood should be left inside your sac as a painful reminder of the fate you suffered. Eventually, the mush that was your prized manhood will dissolve into nothingness.

“Further, the method of crushing is to be as follows. Your testicles are to be kicked and stomped by female or females duly authorized to carry out the sentence.

Lizzy was beaming and looked at the room and then her brother as she read the last part. Her voice was full of joy as if she was telling everyone she had just won the lottery.

“The sentence of castration hereby announced is the MOST PAINFUL method of castration known to mankind. The intent is that you WILL SUFFER before your testicles are taken from you. Should you pass out from the pain, you will be revived. This will not be a quick sentence. It will be slow and painful.

“May God show no mercy on your balls.”

The room broke out into deafening cheers.

After a minute, Dean Patricia quieted them down.

She turned to address to auditorium jammed with students. Most of those students blessed not to have orbs hanging between their legs were giggling and musing about what would happen next.

“Ladies,” said Dean Patricia. The room went silent. “Please look under your chairs.” Most girls in the room drew plain white blank pieces of paper, but there were 10 who drew red.

“The ladies with the red cards, please come up to the stage.” The girls excitedly rushed up to the stage. They were ready for whatever part they would play in this exciting event.

The girls stood neatly in a line on the stage. “Girls, you will each deliver two kicks to this boy’s testicles.” They squealed with joy and jumped up and down.

As they were randomly selected, the girls were of all sizes. Some were petite, two were taller than average with long and fierce looking legs. And another few she knew were athletic. She looked down to their shoes. The girls had all been told to come to the assembly with their favourite nut-crackers, and they didn’t disappoint. There were knee-high platform boots, metal tipped shoes, metal studded shoes, a nice pair of pumps with a slightly rounded toe, and pair of steel-toed dockers - that was particularly brutal she thought, and smiled.

The girls lined up directly center across from Darren’s spread eagled legs. “Ladies, I think it only appropriate that the first kick go to this boy’s lovely sister, don’t you?”

Lizzy smiled and walked over to the front of the line. She was wearing a skirt, white stockings, and a pair of black Mary Janes. They were a very heavy and very hard shoe. Darren has been kicked many times by his sister but never by a shoe as hard as that. His eyes widened with fear as he watched the row of girls across from him, all intent at exerting maximum force and damage on his most sensitive body part.

Darren’s eyes rolled back and he began to feint from sheer terror. Dean Patricia swiftly walked over, took the weight of his gonads bulging out from his speedo into her hand, and then squeezed - hard. His orbs became more oval and less round with each passing second. She wondered how long it would take the alarm bells emanating from his nerves to reach his brain. Not long. After a few seconds, his eyes opened wide and he gasped for breath. Satisfied, Dean Patricia let go and walked to the side.

She nodded to Lizzy.

“Ready for this big bro? I know you’ve always liked my love taps. How else is a sister to share her affection for her bro? Well, I want to show you how much I really love you.” She started walking towards him.

“No, no,” he pleaded as she got closer. Her foot arced back. Darren closed is eyes. As if that would magically make it all go away, thought Dean Patricia.

Lizzy put everything she had into the kick. The risk with that, thought Dean Patricia, was that she may miss. The speed and force of the kick was impressive as her leg arched upwards between her brother’s legs.

WHAM

The sound of her hard Mary Jane smashing into her brother reverberated throughout the room. And most importantly, it landed precisely on target. It was a brutal toe punt. The upward arcing wide toe of the Mary Jane had no trouble landing on both his nuts. And the Speedo worked beautifully. Darren’s poor orbs were held in place. No escape. They took the full force of his sister’s kick. Tied to the X and unable to move, there was no way for his body to absorb the kick. The Mary Jane finished its arc flat against his pubic bone. For a moment, Darren’s testicles seemed to entirely disappear as there was nothing between her shoe and his pubic bone. Patricia thought that maybe Liz had just done the deed and castrated her brother in one swift kick. But the POP or SQUICK sound that Patricia had heard so many times before didn’t come. As her leg finished its arc and the shoe started moving away from the V between his legs, his testicles re-appeared.

There was a split second of silence, and then... Darren screamed at the top of his lungs. Not a short yell. A prolonged, loud, screeching scream of agony. For what seemed like a long time, every girl in the room watched this poor boy scream at the top of his lungs, wide smiles on their faces.

She could see his balls were starting to swell. She had gotten him really good. All the girls cheered. Lizzy took a bow, walked over to her brother and gave him a triumphant look. She then stepped aside and the other girls began.

WHAM

SMACK

THUD

First up was a petite blond in classic pumps. The first kick landed solidly on his left ball. The second on his right. She had hoped that by concentrating her force on one at a time, she may be able to pop his nuts, but to no avail.

Next up was one of the tall girls wearing steel studded flats. As Patricia watched the arc of her leg, she couldn’t help but think that basic physics would mean that a wider arc would allow for more build up of momentum. Not good news for Darren. His eyes almost popped out of their sockets as her steel studs dug their way into his trapped and swollen gonads. Then came the second kick, just as fierce.

Patricia walked up and inspected Darren’s package. Sure enough, the steel studs had drawn blood. The kicker high fived another of the kickers as all the girls cheered.

Then girl three, then four, then five and six.

Girl seven had the steel toed Dockers. Patricia couldn’t help but feel slightly annoyed that there was a real chance this girl would end all the fun here and now. With steel toes, the chance of fully rupturing one or both of his balls was likely. The look on the girl’s face showed she was thinking the same thing. She gave Darren a cold smile that said “I’m about to nut you,” as she ran up to him and delivered a kick as hard as she could. If this landed accurately... Darren would be a eunuch in three... two... one...

As Patricia had predicted with Lizzy’s kick, the force of this other girl’s kick had undermined its accuracy. The cold steel toe only grazed Darren’s Speedo-covered sac as it sailed upwards, directly into his penis, crushing his penis against his body. Darren howled of course. Having his penis full force kicked with steel toes was a painful endeavour, and he would no doubt be terribly bruised, but at least he was still a boy.

What the girl should have done, thought Patricia, was compose herself, take a breath, and deliver a more focused kick. With steel toes, she wouldn’t need full force for a rupture. But the girl was clearly frustrated and she launched another full force kick. This one even worse than the first, landing behind Darren’s sac. Of course he was still in a lot of pain, but the girl walked away disappointed.

The remaining girls finished their kicks. They all bowed to the crowd, who cheered, and then they left the stage. Patricia thanked the girls for their enthusiasm.

She went up and assessed his balls. They were swollen to two or three times their normal size. They were like soft plumbs in her fingers as she rolled them around, not the harder nuts that they were before. He howled as she dug her fingers into his nutmeat. Even without any touch, he would have been balling from the pain of having received all those kicks. Having them squeezed hard was unbearable.

“Oh my boy, you ain’t seen nothing yet.” She smiled.

[groggycascade]

Breaker Campus - Frosh Week, Pt. III

All credit to Sean D. 

Frosh week had been amazing. Kelly, Sarah and Beth busted more balls than they had in their entire lives to that point. Frontal kicks, upper cuts, stomps - they cracked nuts in every way imaginable. Crying, shrieking and wailing had become such common sounds that they tuned them out. Well,  not entirely, but they had become a pleasant part of the routine of the school. They could hardly walk anywhere in the school during a day without seeing a guy rolling in agony on the ground, or grabbing his balls and making hilarious sounds as he tried not to fall over, or laying there curled up in the fetal position and not moving but whimpering and crying deeply like a whipped dog.  

Dean Patricia’s black heels clicked on the hallway floor as she walked around campus. The week had gone better than she could have imagined. She was delighted to see how quickly the young women had transformed in their roles. It only supported her research, which was that females in general did not need much coaxing to play the role of the dominant sex. Everywhere she looked she saw pure sadism. Poor young men in agony, and the girls laughing at them. It was as it should be.

The girls walked into the assembly hall for the final event of the week. There were a lot of whispers about it. It was going  to be the most intense event of the week, the girls told one another. Not to be missed. Kelly, Sarah and Beth managed to score seats right at the front.

They made eye contact with Dean Patricia as she mounted the stage, the clacking of her high heels stopping as she took position. Her smooth and strong legs shone under the bright lights. She wore a short skirt and a blouse. Professional looking as always, but undeniably a beautiful woman.

“So ladies, how has your week been?”

She was met with a thunderous roar of whoops and hollers. She smiled. Heels stomped down in unison on the floor, as the girls stamped their approval. The menacing stomps of their footwear made the boys flinch, imaging their balls could easily be trapped between those feet and the hard floor.

“And you boys? How have you found it?”

The room erupted in laughter. Hundreds of girls pointing and laughing as the boys looked terrified at the ground, scared that the slightest movement might single them out for ballbusting torment.

“Ladies, you have learned a lot this week. You have learned that you are in every way superior to boys.” the room erupted in cheering. “You’ve learned that it is your unquestioned right to dominate them...” more cheering “... and cause them continuing and instense pain - all for your pleasure.” The applause was deafening.

For a moment Patricia thought the girls were going to storm the boys. She could picture the room descending into chaos of pain and screams. It was tempting...

“Ladies, ladies, please take your seats.”

The room went quiet.

“Now boys, I want all of you to reach under your seats and hold up the piece of paper you find there.” All boys did so in unison. A sea of yellow papers emerged. Except for one boy, who held up a red piece of paper. The boy, with blond hair, blue eyes, and a fit build, looked around nervously. His blue eyes darted around as he wondered why he had a different colour of paper...

“You,” Dean Patricia pointed to him. His face went white. “Come up here to the stage.”

The boy quickly made his way to the stage, his eyes widening with terror as he got closer to Dean Patricia. He made his way onto the stage. He kept his eyes obediently downward as he stopped in front of her. The only sound to be heard in the hall was the toe of Dean Patricia’s high heel clacking on the hard wood stage.

“What’s your name boy?”

“Darren, mam,” he replied.

“Darren. A strong name for a man. And what a strong young man you appear to be.”

He remained silent, unsure what to say.

“Well Darren, I don’t know you. I know nothing about you at all.

And yet, I’m going to castrate you.”

There was an audible gasp in the room. Darren’s face went even whiter than it had been.

“Ladies, Darren here has been selected completely at random. He appears to be a perfectly nice young gentleman. Nevertheless, I am going to crush Darren’s testicles. It is going to be an experience of agony beyond words. Beyond what you or I can imagine” - she smirked - and the room of girls laughed - “and I’m going to do it without mercy.”

Several teachers rolled out a wooden X plank that sat on wheels. Darren’s eyes widened as the reality of her words set in. He couldn’t believe what was happening to him.

“Please, no...” he said quietly. “Please NO!” He said louder. “Please NO!” He squeeled at the top of his lungs. “Please, please!!”

The room erupted into laughter. He couldn’t believe it! They were pointing and laughing at him! Didn’t these girls understand this wasn’t a game? These were his balls! They were going to make him a eunuch!

One of the teachers grabbed him by the shoulder and he pulled away. Then two tried getting him and he pushed them off. He turned towards the stairs to make a break for it - and launched himself right into the toe of Dean Patricia’s oncoming heel. The hard toe of the shoe sunk deep into his growing as it completed its upward arc, lifting him off the ground and throwing him backwards.

Dean Patricia wished she had a snapshot for that exact moment every time she kicked a man in the balls. It was so perfect. That look of absolute shock, horror and fear.

Darren let out a high pitched squeal and launched backwards onto his back. He was screaming at the top of his lungs.

Dean Patricia smiled. This was only the beginning.

[groggycascade]

Breaker Campus - Frosh Week, Pt. II

All credit to Sean D. 

Kelly, Sarah and Beth walked over to the next station. There was little doubt in their mind about what "Handball" would entail. They giggled. "Can I ask you girls something?" Said Sarah.

"Sure" they replied. "Do you get wet when you rack a guy?" Beth replied without hesitation. "Oh absolutely." Kelly had been too caught up with all the different feelings coursing through her body to really think about it. But there was no doubt she felt a heavenly feeling of elation. "Yeah, I suppose it does turn me on," she said, as much to herself as to the others. The girls approached the next station, which was inside the campus clinic. This one was managed by Dr. Carla, a medical doctor who taught courses at the campus and ran its clinic. "Cool," said Beth, looking around at all the technology. For her part, Sarah noticed that all the boys were completely naked. And they were connected to monitors. The girls sized up all of their packages. Having been turned on from the last station, Sarah wanted to simultaneously ride them hard while also smashing their balls into smithereens. "That one's mine,"'said Kelly, who was thinking something else. She wanted the biggest pair of juicy nuts to torment. "Ladies," she said, ignoring the boys present as Professor Smith had done at the last station. "Welcome to my lab. You are going to assist me in furthering my research. I would not expect any of you to be familiar with my work because until recently taking my position at this college, my work was classified. Suffice to say that I helped our country get the information it needs to keep itself safe from the bad guys - and she stressed the word GUYS. I am a leading expert on the testicles, having conducted hundreds of... experiments. And last, and certainly not unrelated to the other two, I am an expert in the study of pain. She smiled and the girls all giggled along. "So cool," said Beth. "I want her job." Doctor Carla slipped on a white latex glove. Well it was sort of a latex glove but looked different. She explained. "You see that there are these ovals on the finger tips. These are a group of tiny sensors" - each oval was made up of many small dots that were each a small sensor. "When I press my fingers together like this" she pressed them, "this monitor here records the amount of pressure being exerted." She looked over to the boys, who were standing with their hands handcuffed behind their backs. They had straps around their chests holding them to the wall. They each had some cables connected to them and monitors beside each of them. "This is to monitor their pulse, blood pressure, and rate of breathing." She grabbed a camera sitting on a swivel arm and brought it down to the level of one of the boy's testicles. "Aah" he said as he flinched in fear. "Haha, calm down young man, I haven't even touched you - yet." There was now an additional image on the monitor. As plain as day, two orbs. The camera was working like an ultrasound or CT scanner. The girls were all mesmerized to actually be seeing his testicles inside the sac. Doctor Carla slapped on another glove and rubbed her hands together. "Now, a short demonstration." She put her thumb and forefinger from each hand on his dangling gonads. "Now, we start out with some light pressure." "Boy, tell me what you feel." "Uh, err," the boy stuttered. What should he say? She literally had him by the balls. "This is important for my research boy, you should tell me what it feels like." "Well, it is uncomfortable. There's this dull ache in my abdomen." "Do you feel any pain directly on your testicles?" "No." "Ladies, that dull ache is being caused by nerve strands running from his testicles into his abdomen. With a strong enough force applied to their testicles, this is why you may have seen some boys throw up." "Eeeeehhhh!!!!" A high pitched scream pierced the room. The pressure number on the monitor was now red. Doctor Carla was pressing down - HARD. "What about now?" She asked the boy. Her voice as calm and soothing as before. Her face betrayed no emotion. It's as if they were talking about the weather. The boy's eyes were shut tight. He banged his head forward and back. "Gaaahhh!!!" "WORDS boy. Put it into words. If you don't, well, I can always squeeze harder." "No,no,no," the boy managed to say hastily. "Gerrrr...aaaahhh...." he opened and then shut his eyes and was intensely trying to concentrate, desperately trying to prevent any more pain. "Lightning, electricity... gaaahh.... shooting from my balls." "Shooting where?" "My stomach... aaaahhh..." his voice raised an octave. "And my head... I, I can't see straight." "Ooofff" the boy shot out a burst of air as Dr. Carla released his balls from her death grip. He was silent and motionless. No one in the room moved. His face was frozen. His eyes wide with terror and pain as his body absorbed the pain. His face was turning redder the longer he went without air. Finally, there was a loud gasp as he loudly inhaled. "Now ladies, was anyone looking at the monitors?" Beth's hand shot up. She nodded to Beth. "Well, I noticed that his balls started to change shape. It was really cool!" The girls all laughed and Doctor Carla smiled. "Indeed, it is very cool. Well ladies, take your boy and we'll get started." Kelly went straight for the big-balled boy she had spotted earlier. "Hello," she said with an evil grin as she approached him. He looked down meekly. All ladies got into their positions. "Alright, you'll receive a range of instructions, and please follow along. The machines are recording everything and this live test will add to my database." "Instructions will be passed through to the monitor. I find it better when they cannot have any anticipation of what is coming." Kelly's monitor flashed - "Squeeze the left testicle hard for 10 seconds and then release. Commence in 5s...4s..." Kelly readied to move both hands to his left nut. The gloves were fairly thin and she could feel well through them. She could feel the warmth of his large ball, and could even feel his heart beat through his nut with the rhythm of the machine. "START" Kelly quickly switched her grip and brought both thumbs and forefingers to bear on his left nut. She squeezed hard. Her fingers and thumbs digging down into his hefty nutmeat. His hazel eyes seemed to turn a shade greener as his eyes opened wide. He made no sound. It was as if the breath had just been knocked out of him and he couldn't breath. His mouth opened as if to breath, but he couldn't. His face was getting redder by the second. For her part, Beth didn't even notice her boy, who was screaming at the top of his lungs as she brutally compressed his left nut between her thumbs and forefingers. Her concentration was on the monitor. She could see his nut becoming longer and thinner with each passing second. It was so fascinating. Dr. Carla was taking note of the heart rate of Sarah's boy, whose heart monitor was squeeling as his heart raced. She observed the boy and took some more notes. He was gritting his teeth and moaning loud. An alarm beeped signalling the girls to stop. Kelly reluctantly pulled her fingers from deep inside his nut. After she let go, Beth watched the monitor with fascination. His orb, which had become more elongated, slowly regained a more circular shape. Although she could see it becoming a darker shade on the monitor. Looking at his sac, she could also see it was becoming purple. "What's happening?" She asked. Dr. Carla approached. "The trauma just inflicted is causing minor blood pooling and you should start to see swelling..." Sure enough, his ball was growing in size on the monitor. "Cool!" Beth said again. "I love science experiments." Dr. Carla chuckled. The already big ball of Kelly's boy was also getting even bigger, to her satisfaction. "The intent of this first test was to go from a resting point to extreme pressure quickly. I will be fascinated to review their vital signs later and see how quickly their bodies reacted to the introduction of immediate and severe pain. "Now please look to your screens for some follow up questions." The first were for the girls to answer. The questions pertained to the boys' reactions, their facial expressions, noises, etc. They reviewed standard responses in a drop down list and could choose one that fit or they could add in their own response if they wanted. "Let's see, did your voice go up one octave or two?" Sarah asked her boy and giggled. "You have a beautiful singing voice when your nuts are in a vice. "What is it they used to do to get good male singers? Cut off their nuts? You should think about it, you could really go places." He looked at her with an expression of fear and horror, as if she were about to pull out a knife from behind her. "Ahaha ha," she laughed. "You're cute when your scared." She looked him up and down. He was tall, dark hair and brown eyes. And with a nicely sculpted body. Her heart began to beat a bit faster. She brought her mouth close to his ear and whispered, "Don't worry. WHEN I castrate you, it won't be with a knife. I am more partial to stilettos." She pulled her face back and they locked eyes. She winked. Next the girls asked questions to the boys to try to understand the level and type of pain they had experienced. Again, there were options to choose from on the drop down menu. They also had to rate the degree of pain. They all rated it a 10 on a scale of 1-10, with 10 being the most painful. That made Kelly happy. "Well let's see what's next my boy. You never know, you may surprise yourself and feel even more pain next time." The next message popped up on their screens. The next test was a slow and steady increase of pressure. They should roll the balls around in their fingers as they do it. They should do green pressure for 30 seconds, then yellow for two minutes. The girls would ask them questions as they went and their answers would be recorded. They began. The green eyes of Kelly's boy were staring ahead with great concentration. He was trying to steel himself for the next round of torture. Kelly liked the grip that the gloves gave her. Like latex gloves, they stopped any slippage and allowed for a firmer grip. She painfully massaged his big balls, with his left one having swollen to now be even larger. Even at green pressure, he was wincing as she squeezed and rolled around his swollen ball. Beth watch the small dents that her rolling created in the balls' outer layer of her boy. "Do you feel anything?" She asked. "My balls are more sensitive now," he replied. "So it hurts a bit." Beth was a bit disappointed. Sarah loved rolling her boy's nuts around in her fingers. She eyed him seductively. What would she do next, he thought? Beyond hope, he wondered if maybe the next test would be a blow job. He imagined her mouth running up and down his cock. He started to get hard. "Naughty boy," Sarah laughed and stroked him a couple of times, encouraging him to get bigger. His body shuddered as she tightened her grip to yellow pressure. The pleasant massaging he felt before was now incredibly uncomfortable. He started breathing hard, trying to catch his breath between muscle spasms as his body tightened each time she would shift finger position and press down on a new area of his balls. His hard cock started to soften. "If you had to compare this pain to a throbbing headache, would this be worse or better?" Kelly asked her boy. "This is worse!" He shrieked. That made her feel all warm inside. "Does it feel like someone is sitting on your stomach?" She asked the next question. "It feels like someone is twisting my balls!" He shrieked again. She gave a good twist in response to his attitude. "It feels like someone has their hand IN my stomach and is playing paddy cake with my intestines!" He replied. Beth could see that with the pressure she was giving now, the outer layer of his balls were compressing in a significant amount. And they were getting darker as more blood pooled. She wondered if she were permanently damaging his balls. And that made her wet. For his part, he went from screaming and was now crying uncontrollably. Now came the final test. "You bitch," Kelly murmured under her breath in a light hearted way as she saw the next set of instructions. "What a tease." The instructions were that the girls should try to flatten the boys' balls to the breaking point - without breaking them. The school couldn't have all of their boys nutted in the first week. It would defeat the purpose behind the school. START Kelly nearly had to cover her ears as the screams erupted around her. She squeezed hard into his swollen nuts. His nutmeat shot outward as she pressed down on the centre of his big balls. Then she decided to switch grips, holding them around the sides, cupping them, and then squeezing her hands into fists. "Mmaaahhh!!!" He screamed so loud. "No, no - STOP!" He yelled. She loved the feeling of his nutmeat being compressed into an ever smaller space. She could see them getting smaller on the monitor. The pressure he must have felt was enormous. Beth had tried a different approach. She placed his nuts on her left palm and then placed her right palm on top and then pushed down hard. Her boy kept opening his mouth, as if to say something or maybe to catch his breath, she couldn't tell. He just kept trying but he couldn't breath or speak. She was so excited to see his nuts flatten out like pancakes on the monitor. They were nearly black on the monitor now. "Like juicy plums about to burst!" She said with excitement. Sarah squeezed her boy's balls between her thumbs and fingers. The gloves gave her such a firm grip. Balls that would normally slip one way or the other stayed perfectly in place under her latex grip. It was such a satisfying feeling to have his balls right where she wanted them. Her thumbs and fingers could nearly meet now. She pressed her body against his and could feel his writhing muscles, his pain racked body convulsing. "This makes me so hot," she whispered. She soaked in their close bodily connection. Her pleasure and his pain. She moved her mouth to his other ear. "I'm going to pop your balls now." Then she moved her face back and locked their eyes. Sheer terror was all over his face.    "Please, please, pleeeeaaassee! No!" Sarah felt so close. Any second and his balls would explode. A cold voice spoke from behind. "Don't you dare young lady. You rupture his balls and you won't be so much as tapping a nutsack for weeks." It was Dr. Carla. Sarah weighed her options for a moment and then slowly loosened her grip. But only a little. "Next time. I don't have my stilettos here." She winked at him. The timer sounded. The experiment was over. For the time being...

[groggycascade]

Breaker Campus - Frosh Week, Pt. I

All credit to Sean D. 

Kelly and Sarah had a new best friend. After her nutting of that guy on the gymnasium floor, the girl, whose name they learned was Beth, had been transformed. She would replay it in her head and couldn't resist the urge to do it again. Kelly and Sarah loved talking about it with her. What did it feel like when his ball exploded under her foot? They couldn't wait for the day when they would be so lucky. Although the girls had more than enough activities to occupy their attention. They were still in frosh week and there was a carnival atmosphere around the school. So many events were being organized. It was a sunny day as Kelly, Sarah and Beth walked into the grassy field. The fresh faced 18 year old first-year girls and boys were congregating for the next activity. Dean Patricia wasn't at this one. It was Professor Smith, wearing short shorts, showing her long strong legs, and bright white running shoes and a white athletic top.

"Welcome ladies," she said, addressing the girls but ignoring the boys. "We're in for some fun today." The girls whooped and hollered excitement. There were yells of "let's smash some balls", and "let's crack some nuts", and Kelly's favourite, "let's make him wish he were born a girl!" She had no doubt the assembled boys, visibly trembling with fear, had had that thought many many times since the start of frosh week. She got butterflies in her belly thinking of her superiority over them, and their destiny to suffer incredible pain at her whim.

"Hold your kicks ladies, hold your kicks," said Professor Smith light heartedly. "You'll get your chance." Professor Smith explained there would be various stations. Kelly, Sarah and Beth decided to start with the "peanut butter challenge". A group of boys stood with form fitting spandex shorts, no shirts and walnuts hanging in front of their real nuts. They were contained in a sac and held in place with a strap around their waists, like a strap on. They would line up, one girl for one boy. A row of 10 at a time. The young men were strapped into X shaped devices that kept their legs spread eagles and unable to move or fall to the ground. There was no need for gags though. The girls wanted to hear their pleas for mercy and screams of fear and torment.

"Cry for me you nice boy," Kelly said slyly and winked at her soon to be victim. His blue eyes under his shaggy blonde hair went wide with fear.

This was a competition. The girls would each get 10 kicks. Full force as hard as they could. The objective was to be the one who most thoroughly turned a walnut into crushed nut. Sarah twirled her foot around playfully in front of her boy, smirking and looking down at it, bringing his attention to the steel tipped high heels she was wearing. They were white with a gold tip. "Should I start with the left one or the right one?" She teased.

Beth's boy couldn't miss her footwear. They were knee high platform boots as hard as they came. The toe was wide and rounded, with a two inch platform of hard wood. There would be no missing his balls. These were nut crushing machines. Kelly, a country girl at heart, opted for cowgirl boots. Maybe it was time for this steer to be castrated, she thought. Her guy trembled at the cold look in her eyes as she eyed his bulge and imagined crushing it into oblivion. "Ready... set..." The guys were all in decent shape and their abs became more defined as they all tenses their stomach muscles and held their breaths. The ladies pulled their kicking legs back, ready to fire like pistons. "... Crush!"

CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, up and down the line came the distinct sound of nuts being cracked. Kelly heard the satisfying CRACK as her first kick hit home and brought her foot back down, lining up for the next. She took a step back and really let him have it. She opted for a brutal kick with the toe of her cowgirl boot. SMASH. One of the walnuts completely exploded. She could hear it. And rest assured the poor boy was feeling it. The walnuts provided enough protection to save their own nuts from exploding, perhaps, but that was little comfort and little noticed. In fact, the walnuts added a different dimension of pain as their nuts were mercilessly crushed between the hard and jagged bits of the walnuts being pushed upwards by the shoes, and their pelvic bones on the other side.

Sarah stopped for a moment, only a moment, to enjoy the screams, grunts and groans. She watched her boy writhe in agony, unable to curl up into the fetal position that he so desperately wanted. She landed a fourth well placed kick to the left walnut. THUD. "Eeeehhh" he screamed, his eyes rolling into his head. "We're getting there my boy. It sounds like there's not much left of the left one. How about one more to be sure?" She winked. The gold tipped toe glistened in the sunlight as it sailed upward yet again. There was little protection left now and he felt the merciless steel sink into his nutmeat, compressing it in the centre, causing it to bulge on the sides, and his eyes bulged outward as he felt his real nut on the verge of explosion. Just in time, the momentum of her kick stopped and she pulled her foot back down.

"Now onto the right, shall we?"

Beth grunted as she kicked as hard as she could with her knee high platform boots. There was no nuance needed with these. Brute force was all that was required. Her boy's muscles spasmed with pain as the next kick landed. His head bounced left and right wildly, like a rabid beast. There were no more cracking sounds with his walnuts either. They must be nearly pulverized, she thought, and laughed.

She lined up her next kick. He looked in horror in anticipation of the next brutal blow. She loved that part. The fear. He closed his eyes suddenly as he saw her boot shoot upwards. As if just shutting your eyes will make it go away, she thought. Haha, not for this poor boy. What she loved about them being strapped in is that their bodies were tied in place and barely moved upwards at all. You're not escaping any of this power, she thought. It's all going right there, between your legs. "Sooo glad I'm not a boy," she said wryly over to Sarah. They laughed. The girls all landed their final kicks, as hard as they could. The boys were so exhausted now that they no longer screamed but made pathetic whimpering sounds. It made Kelly think of what a dog must sound like as it's being de-balled.

And there it was. The girls finished their kicks. Professor Smith, with an air of authority but also a wry smile, approached the first boy. A long table was placed nearby. She took the nut sack off of him. She took no notice of his uncontrollable crying. She walked over to the table and undid the sack and poured its contents onto the table. Out came small nut pieces and walnut shells of various sizes. The girls all burst into cheering.

She moved into the next. She put it up to her and ear and jiggled it around, as a child does to know what's in a wrapped box. The girls laughed. This one had even smaller pieces. The girls cheered again. Down the line she went. Approaching Kelly's boy. Kelly held her breath as she opened the sack. She poured. "Whoo!" Kelly screamed, seeing the results of her work. There were no large pieces at all. It was all uniformly small pieces. She looked around triumphantly.

Next onto Sarah. She felt around the sack. "You did fine work with those pointy heels," said Professor Smith to Sarah. "It's clear your kicks landed with a high degree of accuracy." She poured the contents onto the table. The nuts were completely destroyed, but she had not done as good a job as Kelly's cowgirl boots. Sarah was dejected but she gave a high five to her friend, happy for her. "What have we here?" Professor Smith said, looking at the oversized bulge under the tight spandex of Sarah's boy. The girls looked excitedly. At Professor Smith's touch, the boy howled in pain. His long dark hair flying back and forth across his deep brown eyes, made all the deeper by his tears. "Aha," said Professor Smith, this time feeling around in the sac that was connected to his body. Then she quickly pulled his spandex down, exposing him to the world. Sarah looked shocked at her handy work, and smiled. His left nut was swollen to the size of a walnut from its original size, which was probably closer to a peanut. It was dark purple and misshapen. There was a clear stab mark where Sarah's pointy gold tip had penetrated. Professor Smith handled his agonizing orb without pity, moving it around and inspecting it, eliciting more cries. "Well, it feels whole. Not ruptured." The girls all sighed with disappointment. "But..." she emphasized. "You have done some permanent damage here." Sarah's face perked up, her eyes glowing.

"Really?" Excitement clear in her voice.

"Oh yes. Your well aimed kick flattened the centre of his testicle, causing his nutmeat to bulge out to the sides. Only a little more and it would have exploded." Sarah sighed again. "But this is no doubt incredibly painful." Sarah smiled. "He will have terrible swelling for days and I am of the opinion that his ball will be permanently misshapen and damaged. There's little doubt that it's now sterile." Sarah screamed with glee. Kelly and Beth both gave her high fives. Professor Smith remembered there was one more to assess. She came to Beth's boy. She took off the sack and pulled it open. All the girls looked on with anticipation. She poured. "Wow," said Professor Smith. It was a fine powder. As though the nuts had been ground with a mortar and pestle.

Beth smiled with a deep satisfaction. Looking at her boots, Professor Smith said "Well, there's no arguing with brute force and hard, heavy boots."

With a signal, the guys were released from their torture devices. Without fail they all immediately fell to the ground and began writhing. "You boys have 30 seconds to move it out of here or I'll tie you back up there and the only nuts left to kick will be yours. The girls laughed and mocked as the guys pitifully pulled themselves along the ground to leave, whimpering and moaning. It was clear that every move they made took supreme concentration and effort and caused so much additional pain. Some of the girls got down beside them, saying "Come on, let's have another round."

"Let me try with my real kicking leg this time," said another.

One girl pretended to be one of the boys, imitating his movements and crawling along the ground. However, basic human instinct motivated them to get away within the allotted time. Professor Smith looked over to another group of guys and ladies approaching. "All right, next group." "Alright!" Said Sarah as they turned their backs and walked away on the next group of males who were being tied to their torment devices. "What's next?"

"Handball," said Kelly. Sarah, Beth and Kelly all smiled. They couldn't wait to see what it was."

[groggycascade]

Breaker Campus - Orientation Session

An epic story in six parts by Sean D. Posted originally at KITG.

"Welcome to the future."

Dean Patricia let the words hang in the air. She looked over the vast auditorium of college students. Male and female. Technically adults, but this incoming crop of 18 year olds looked oh so young, even though Dean Patricia was herself only 30. She had a strong urge to grab the nearest boy, grab his young, hard testicles and watch him squirm as she flattened his balls in her hands.

"What we are doing on this campus is an experiment. But one that I am confident will take hold across the country once you show the world what wonderful results we're getting."

She continued, in her professorial tone. "Ladies, you are here because you were the top students in your schools. You have shown a confidence and ability that will make all women proud. You are also our future. The next generation of women that will fundamentally change our society. Women will no more be second class citizens." The girls in the audience, whooped, clapped and cheered.

"Boys," she paused, looking at their fresh faces, wide eyed with nervousness and fear. She clacked her high heel on the platform for effect. "You are also the start of something. The first crop of young men in what will become an new way of life for your sex."

Everyone in the room understood what she meant. A new law had recently been passed that created a new group of young men with dramatically reduced rights. They were a test group of men, with the government's aim to see whether their education at the campus would improve behaviour and produce socially optimal outcomes. Dean Patricia was confident that success here would lead to nation-wide and historical changes in the rights of men and women.

The men here - who only recently became men in the legal sense - had been selected through a range of metrics. From school performance to behavioural assessments. They were in fact not all social misfits. There were high achievers and low achievers. The key was to see whether the regimen put in place at the college would produce the optimal male. That is, one who knows his place in the world.

Even though they were 18 and not criminals, the boys, under the law, had been placed in the guardianship of their closest female relatives, who had in turn signed them over to the school. And punishments that could be legally meated out were severe.

"My philosophy, and one that I believe you will help me prove students, is that much of the problems in the world stem from male aggressiveness. Well, where does male aggressiveness come from?"

Behind her, a slide flashed a picture of male genitalia. "The testicles."

"Well it turns out, that what makes men such trouble makers is also their greatest weakness." She smiled. Behind her a video started playing with a compilation of males getting hit in the nuts. Everything from America's funniest home videos bloopers to more serious busting. The girls all laughed.

Dean Patricia expanded on the rules of the school for several minutes. Girls would be allowed, indeed expected, to ballbust every day. And boys would be busted. They would all have an app on their phones that would track their number of busts. Infractions by boys would either lead to summary punishment on the spot or could be logged into their account, allowing any lucky girl to meat out the punishment.

Dean Patricia laid out clear red lines. Insulting a girl or teacher. Hitting a girl or teacher. Trying to escape the campus. All would be dealt with severely.

CRUNCH. Dean Patricia pressed down with her stiletto heel onto a walnut. It cracked open, spewing out the insides. CRUNCH. CRUNCH. She stepped on the hard nutty pieces until they were merely dust on the floor. "The term nuts to refer to testicles is actually misleading" she explained. "Nuts are much stronger than what are hanging between your legs, my boys."

The boys gulped and the girls laughed. After a few more minutes of laying out the ground rules, Dean Patricia instructed all students to go into the massive gymnasium next door...

The students sat in rows up and down the gym floor. Boy facing girl. They each sat with one leg out, nestled into one another's groins. Their arms reached out to one another, interlocked, but still relaxed and not pulling on each other.

The boys faces were uniformly white with fear. Kelly and Sarah sat beside one another. They looked over at each other and laughed. They looked back to the pathetically afraid boys across from them.

"What's wrong boy? You're not comfortable? Taunted Kelly.

"You look as though someone's got you by the balls" said Sarah, flexing her foot for effect. The boy's face turned even more nervous.

Dean Patricia looked over the room. "This is your orientation session. And I cannot think of a better way to make you aware of the realities that this school will teach you. This is simple. A test of strength and endurance. You will both be having the same amount of pressure exerted on your groins. Boys, if you truly are stronger as you think you are, you should be able to hold out. If you can hold out for 10 minutes, you will not receive even one flick to your precious balls during frosh week. For those of you who don't make it, well, you're in for a fun week." She smiled.

"Begin."

Kelly and Sarah pulled on the boys' arms hard, causing their feet to sink into their groins, and for the boys' to sink into theirs. There was a chorus of "yeep", "aaahhh", and other types of screams and groans as the girls' feet ground into the boys' nuts.

Kelly watched her boy's face become red. "Mine's turning into a tomato!"

Sarah's boy's eyes were in intense concentration, as though willing the pain to go away. "How does it feel?" She asked and laughed.

Dean Patricia walked up and down the rows. "Any girl please speak up if you're feeling any pain." None did. "I could do this all day," Sarah said to her boy.

"Alright students, increase the pressure." There was a chorus of screams as the girls pulled themselves closer.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," said a girl beside Kelly. Kelly looked over incredulously. The boy at the end of the girl's foot was groaning. "I'm sorry," she repeated, letting up on the pressure. Dean Patricia had teachers patrolling for such behaviour. Surprisingly, not all girls would relish this task.

The teacher came over and forced the students closer together. "Ahh" the boy screamed.

"Oh I'm so sorry, I'm sorry" the girl repeated. Kelly was sickened.

"Why are you sorry?"

"I just... I don't know," said the girl with no confidence.

On the other side, Sarah was feeling the opposite. The strong pressure on her groin, combined with the feeling of the boy's nuts being crushed under her foot, was turning her on immensely. She moaned with delight as he groaned with pain. She ground her foot left and then right, eliciting more groans and screams from him. She sighed with pleasure.

"Now girls, go as HARD as you possibly can." Kelly and Sarah pulled hard and used all their strength to sink their foots into the boy's' groins. Kelly's boy started crying uncontrollably. Sarah's boy was gasping for breath.

Meanwhile, neither girl felt even an ounce of pain with the boys' feet sunk equally hard into their smooth groins.

One minute left on the clock. "Yes, yes" said Sarah as she got his balls trapped under her heel and pushed. She could feel them start to flatten. She was so close to orgasm. "I give up! I give up!" Yelled the boy.

"No!" Yelled Sarah in disgust. She was so close. But the teacher looked at her and she knew she had to follow the rules. She let go. The boy relaxed. Then, as a parting gift for her unfinished orgasm, she shot her foot back into his groin with a hard gas pedal kick. He screamed and crumpled over. Sarah laughed.

Seeing the boy next to him released had an effect on Kelly's boy. He wanted the torment to end. He gave up. Following Sarah's lead, she gave him a parting shot, and he joined his neighbour in the fetal position.

Both girls looked over to the girl and boy beside them. She couldn't stop apologizing as she crushed his balls, it was actually kind of funny.

"Oh, I'm not trying to hurt you," she would say. "Oh just a little longer, you can do it," she would say to her victim.

The teacher was ensuring there was a strong grip between them.

The boy looked delirious. His head swivelled around, his face contorted with pain. Trying to escape.

Somehow, her apologies made it worse. In his delirious state, he was getting angry with her. "Just up!" He yelled. "If you want to stop, then stop, you dumb bitch!" He started yelling curses at her, delirious with pain.

The girl gasped with indignation. "Don't take that shit" said Kelly. Sarah agreed.

"You cunt!" Yelled the boy.

And that crossed the line. The girl's face hardened. "No, this is a cunt" she looked down between her legs, and she pushed his leg deeper into the V between her legs. "And this is your pathetic dick." As she pushed harder.

The girls around her started whooping and yelling. All of their boys had given up. They now channeled their ballbusting excitement to this girl. She was relishing the support and attention.

"Crush him. Crush him!" The girl's started chanting. "Crush him. Pop it!"

The girl could feel his right but under the ball of her foot. It was starting to flatten. She thought for a moment and then went for it with all of her might.

"Aaaahhh" the boy started squeeling at the top of his lungs. "No! No!"

"Yes, yes!" She yelled as she could feel his orb give way. She twisted and ground her foot, putting pressure from everywhere on his trapped ball.

Her ears were greeted with a loud POP as she felt all resistance give way. She felt a warmth spread across her foot as the boy's nut disintegrated into mush.

"Oh God" said Sarah, finally getting her orgasm at the sound of the boy's ball imploding.

The girl looked shocked and excited. She looked around at the others with such joy and they all started screaming and laughing with excitement. She let the boy go and he stared rolling around and shivering.

"My ball, my ball!" His cries of loss echoed through the gym. "It's gone!"

Dean Patricia came over. "Class dismissed."

As the girls left, they were allowed to come over and feel the pulpy mess of the boy's nut. This added an untold amount of pain, not to mention humiliation for the boy, as girl after girl gleefully squished the remnants of his nut, turning it over more into a shapeless sack of mush. "I love peanut butter!" Joked Sarah as she ground her fingers into his sack.

They had a long frosh week ahead of them...

[groggycascade]

To the person who inquired about the Dragon Ball story - Your message was too kind to ignore, but also too kind to post except at the expense of my humility. To answer your question, I’m afraid I’ve never seen Dragon Ball or any of its successor shows, so I doubt I could base a piece of BB fiction on it. Hopefully someone out there can provide!

[groggycascade]

hey can you write another part of club fight?it was awesome

Club Fight was the work of Erica Wang and my good friend Preun. I don’t think they ever intended a sequel, so I’d be reluctant to attempt one. I have a few stories in the pipeline that I think you will like, however. Thanks for reading

[groggycascade]

Rather than gum up everyone’s feeds with individual replies, I’d just like to say thank you to all the people who’ve messaged me recently. Kind words indeed.

[groggycascade]

Odd question, but do you find your politics (like your views on gender relations) are in no way influenced by your fetish?. Like would you say that feminism is basically fine, and NWO (matriarchical world domination) stories are hot but also sci-fi. Also kudos on the tor profile pic, love me some ed wood.

Great question. I think it’s pretty clear that, in my case at least, the crux of the BB fetish is the inversion of conventional power dynamics between women and men. Incidentally, that’s probably why NWO stories aren’t really my thing - in a world where women dominate men socially as a matter of course, ballbusting kind of loses its symbolic relevance. As for feminism, I never thought of it as a political stance, even if it has been heavily politicized. Are my beliefs influenced by my fetish? I think not, but who can say? If it were true of me it would probably be true of a lot of people. Which might actually explain a lot.

[groggycascade]

Ballbusters Anonymous, Pt. II

Continued from Pt. I, for which all credit to squishednuts. Pt. II is mine.

Tiffany chuckled softly. She looked Zoe up and down.

“Sure,” she said. “But this is maybe not the place.” She directed a meaningful look towards the group secretary. “I see you watching me, Clara,” she called across the room.

“Just don’t want you corrupting the youth, Tiff,” the secretary replied, falsely cheerful.

Tiffany rolled her eyes. Zoe looked nervously at the floor. She could feel Tiffany’s eyes on her again. The older woman’s confidence was making her feel very small and inexperienced.

“What are you doing right now?” Tiffany asked her at last.

                                                              ___

They walked towards Tiffany’s home. As they made their way through the streets, Tiffany told Zoe the story of her encounter with the would-be muggers, lowering her voice whenever somebody passed them in the dark, silent street.

“I’d already castrated one of those assholes, so he was out of commission,” Tiffany told her. “Now, for most women like us,” (here Zoe felt herself blush. She was both afraid and thrilled to be included in the sorority of ballbusting women). “For most women like us,” Tiffany continued, “that would have been enough. When I felt his balls like jelly in my hands…” Her laughter echoed loudly in the street. “I don’t mind telling you, no other man ever gave me an orgasm that good!”

Zoe bit her lip, her insides fluttering.

“But I was feeling, well…” For the first time in their short acquaintance, Zoe thought that Tiffany sounded uncertain. They stopped walking. “How old are you, anyway?” Tiffany asked her.

“Twenty-two.”

Her new friend laughed. “Honey,” she said, placing a hand on Zoe’s shoulder. “You have a lot to look forward to. I guess you’ve never been both incredibly angry and incredibly turned-on at the same time, right?”

Zoe didn’t answer. They continued their walk.

“Well, when it happens, it’s like you aren’t really in control of your own body. All you know is what your body wants, what it needs. And right then in that alley I knew my body needed me to ruin these men, destroy them for all time. Take away their most precious possessions.”

Zoe could tell Tiffany was enjoying spinning out her story, prolonging the moment when the two muggers would suffer the ultimate humiliation at her hands.

“I walked towards the second guy. He was still blind from when I’d maced him, but he must have heard my boots clicking on the floor, because he started trying to crawl backwards. His pants were still around his ankles, so the best he could manage was this pathetic kind of shuffle. If he’d known what was about to happen, he’d have been a lot less concerned about his eyes and a lot more concerned about his other two orbs.” She laughed again. “I should say at this point that I have a black belt in Tae Kwon Do. Protective cups are mandatory at my dojo, ever since… actually we don’t have to get into that. I’d been attending classes for years, they allowed me to release my ballbusting urges without worrying that I’d end up neutering some poor kid who never even got to use his dick and balls with a real girl. It wasn’t much but it was… better than nothing. Barely,” she said with bitterness.

Zoe snapped her attention back to her companion. Tiffany had unwittingly touched on one of her most private fantasies: to castrate a virgin, some weak shy boy who would never, thanks to her, in his whole life feel the pleasure of being with a woman…

“The point,” Tiffany said, “is that I’ve been taught to kick quite expertly. Now, when you kick a man in the groin – assuming your intention is to put him on the ground – your best bet is to kick with the instep. It’s a large, hard area of the foot, so not only will you not injure yourself, but you have an excellent chance of striking both testicles. The average schoolgirl is more than capable of overcoming an attacker in this way.”

Zoe sensed that this was a lecture Tiffany had delivered on many occasions.

“But for real, permanent damage, the experienced ballbuster uses the point of her shoe.” As they walked Tiffany demonstrated with some snap kicks. Left leg, right leg, left leg. “The force of the kick, rather than dissipating across the instep, is concentrated entirely in the small surface area of the shoe’s tip,” Tiffany said. “Caught between the pubic bone and a hard-toed shoe, a testicle has absolutely no chance. It bursts like a grape. Even a babe-in-the-woods ballkicker like you could scramble a guy’s eggs for good in this way.” She smiled at Zoe, who felt a surge of affection for this woman. Still, she was hoping Tiffany would get to the good part already.

“So, I lined up my target. His cock and balls were jiggling between his legs as he tried to get away from me. I started to jog forward.” She laughed again, but quietly to herself this time. “I remember, through everything, being kind of disappointed his hands were rubbing his eyes. I wanted my face to be the last thing he saw in his life as a man.”

Even though awed by Tiffany’s cruelty, Zoe didn’t feel any revulsion. In fact, she was imagining herself in the other woman’s shoes, preparing to inflict the most painful, humiliating punishment imaginable…

“I kicked forward with the point of my shoe. I kicked as hard as I’ve ever kicked in my life, but that power came at the expense of accuracy. I felt his left ball briefly resist my shoe, then burst. Crunch.”

Zoe whimpered softly. Beneath her skirt, her panties were almost soaked through.

“I knew right away I’d only half-succeeded. His one testicle was complete pulp, totally irreparable. But I’d missed the other. By now the guy was screaming his lungs out, as you’d imagine. What was worse, the third guy had rolled over and started crawling up the alley on his hands and knees. I don’t know if he knew what I’d done to his friend, but he probably had a pretty good idea. I had to act quickly. I knelt down and pulled the guy’s hands away from his balls. Or ball, I should say. His right ball was clearly intact, but where the left one had been was just mush. I closed my fist around his remaining ball. He was still screaming in pain, so I covered his mouth with my free hand. He barely resisted; I think he was already passing out at this point. I bent down so that my mouth was close to his ear, and I said, ‘My name is Tiffany Tine, and while you’re in the hospital I’ll be fucking myself senseless to the memory of taking away your worthless balls. I hope you remember my name every time you can’t get your dick up, asshole.’”

“Yeah!” said Zoe. She realized she’d been holding her breath for almost thirty seconds, captivated by Tiffany Tine’s story.

“Then I started squeezing. His last testicle barely lasted five seconds. It must have been the adrenaline – when I was younger, I once squeezed my brother’s balls until he passed out, but I never did him any permanent damage. That was the first time I ever burst a testicle with nothing but my hand. Usually they need softening up with some kicks first. The feeling of power it gave me was… literally indescribable. You have to understand that all this took place in less than a minute. In that time, I’d turned two men into eunuchs. They were useless now thanks to me. Freaks, losers, nobodies.”

“And the last guy?” Zoe asked. Her voice came out husky and hoarse. All thoughts of that evening’s meeting, of her efforts to curb her ballbusting fetish, had been long since abolished. Tiffany chuckled.

“He’d gotten to his feet by this time,” she said. “He was still rubbing his eyes, he hadn’t even pulled his jeans up. Obviously he decided that the only way he was getting out of there with his balls intact was by begging me for mercy. ‘Please, just let me go,’” said Tiffany, impersonating the mugger’s pathetic pleading. “‘I can leave, I’ll just go home, you’ll never see me again…’ Blah, blah blah.”

They had reached Tiffany’s house. Under the porchlight, Tiffany jiggled her purse, searching for the doorkey. Turning to Zoe she laughed at the expression of need on her face.

“I guess you really want that ending, huh?” she asked, grinning. Zoe nodded, speechlessly. Tiffany turned the key in the lock and entered the house. She turned back to Zoe.

“Come on in, then,” she said.

With the door closed behind them, Tiffany said, “I’ll tell you the rest of the story. But,” she held up a finger. “I want something in return.”

Zoe followed her into the lounge. The house was clean and tastefully decorated. Silently, Zoe noted the lack of male influence in the décor. Clearly Tiffany was single, or more likely divorced. Her hostess settled into a deep leather couch, patting the seat next to her. Obediently, Zoe sat down.

“So, what is it you want?” she asked, after a moment of silence. She was feeling strangely disoriented, as though half of her was still in Tiffany’s story.

At that moment, the women heard footsteps descending the stairs. A few seconds later a guy a few years younger than Zoe, no more than a kid really, came slouching through the door. A baggy t-shirt enveloped his skinny frame, above a pair of grey sweatpants. His hair was unkempt, and he regarded Tiffany and Zoe with eyes that were heavy-lidded.

“Hello, Jadon,” Tiffany said warmly. “My son,” she told Zoe. Zoe tried not to look surprised. It had never occurred to her that the serial castratrix with whom she had left the Ballbusters Anonymous meeting might have any kind of maternal instincts.

“Jay,” said Tiffany’s son, sullenly shaking Zoe’s hand. He sniffed. “You a friend of my mom’s from Kung Fu, or whatever?”

“It’s Tae Kwon Do, honey,” Tiffany replied, indulgently, before Zoe could answer. “And yes, Zoe’s a new member of our dojo. We think she has great potential.”

Jadon rolled his eyes. Zoe wondered how this scant, sulking youth could belong to the poised, attractive, self-confident woman who sat next to her on the couch.

“Jadon doesn’t believe martial arts are effective in a… what was it, dear? ‘A street-fighting scenario?’” Tiffany said, by way of explanation.

Zoe saw Jadon’s face colour.

“I was just telling Zoe a story that would probably change your mind, Jay honey,” continued Tiffany. She flashed a smirk at Zoe.

“People in the real world don’t care about Kung Fu rules, mom,” Jay muttered. “You don’t get points,” he went on contemptuously. “It’s eat or get eaten out there.”

“And I tell my son,” Tiffany replied, “that it’s exactly that kind of male arrogance that makes our training so effective. Maybe,” she said, “before I finish telling you that story, you could give Jadon a demonstration?”

Zoe looked quickly at Tiffany. Was she saying what Zoe thought she was saying?

“Mom,” Jadon whined. “She’s a girl.”

“Then you’ve got nothing to worry about,” Tiffany said decisively. “Up, up, up,” she said, shooing Zoe to her feet.

The room was large and spacious. Zoe stood in its centre, looking pleadingly at Tiffany. She couldn’t believe she had interpreted the other woman’s intentions correctly. That was when Tiffany banished all doubt.

“Why don’t you show my son that technique I was showing you on the walk home?” she said, all innocence. Zoe’s eyes widened. Jadon dragged his feet across the carpet to where she was standing. For all his apparent reluctance, Zoe could tell the prospect of putting his hands on a woman’s body excited him. This kid had definitely never been laid, Zoe decided. Probably never even seen real boobs, or had his hand between a girl’s legs.

“I’ll try not to hurt you,” he told her, winking lazily.

“Alright then, Jadon,” Tiffany called across the room. Zoe could hear amusement in her voice, and perhaps even a trace of… anticipation? “Show us how they fight on the streets,” Jadon’s mother said.

Jadon started bouncing on his heels, jogging his arms like a video game character. Zoe was inclined to laugh at how absurd he looked, this skinny kid feinting and shuffling as though he were some kind of MMA fighter.

Suddenly, Jadon lunged forward. The carpet was thick, and broke most of Zoe’s fall. Jadon had his arms wrapped around her legs. As she struggled to free herself, Jadon started climbing up her body, reeling her towards himself. Tiffany shouted encouragement from the sidelines.

“Come on, Zoe! Remember what I told you!”

Jadon’s arms were up around Zoe’s waist now. Suddenly, she felt his hand slip between her thighs and roughly caress her pussy. She looked up to see him leering at her, an insulting smile plastered across his face. In a burst of anger she began kicking her legs and succeeded in shaking Jadon off. Quickly, they both leapt to their feet.

Zoe was breathing more heavily now – not from exertion, but from anger. With disgust she noticed Jadon’s sweatpants tenting. The little fucker had a semi on after feeling her up on the carpet!

Jadon began moving towards her again.

“Do it, Zoe!” Tiffany called from the couch.

Zoe fixed her narrowing eyes on Jadon’s crotch. In her mind, she was back in Tiffany’s story – Jadon was no longer Tiffany’s teenage son, he was the mugger who deserved everything that was coming to him.

As though in slow motion, she kicked forward with her right foot. Even afterwards, she wouldn’t be sure if she had used the tip of her shoe deliberately, the way Tiffany had told her to if she wanted to cause permanent damage. Everything else, though, was clear – the way Jadon’s momentum carried him unstoppably into her kick; the feeling of his balls compressing as she crushed them against his pelvis; she slow way his expression crumpled in a rictus of agony.

Jadon hit the floor, gasping and dry-heaving.

“Oh!” cried Tiffany, jumping to her feet.

Zoe stepped backwards, her hands over her mouth. She’d kicked dozens of guys in the balls before. She had become used to their reactions – the paralysis, the moans of pain – but Jadon looked worse than any guy Zoe had ever busted before. She didn’t know if he was even more of a wimp than she’d thought, or if she had actually just destroyed his testicles in front of his own mother.

Tiffany knelt down next to her son. “Jadon, honey,” she said, her voice full of distress. Jadon’s eyes were screwed shut in pain, so that only Zoe saw that the expression on his mother’s face was not one of concern. Zoe would almost have said she looked as though she found her son’s agony amusing. Surely not, she thought. Tiffany might have been a self-professed ballbusting bitch, but there was no way her love of ballbusting trumped motherly concern. Right?

Tiffany tried to pull Jadon’s hands away from his crotch, but he clutched determinedly on to his wounded balls.

“Darling, I need to check if your testicles are ruptured,” his mother told him. “You might have to go to the hospital.”

Jadon gave no reply except a loud sob – of pain or fear, Zoe couldn’t tell. She wondered if she ought to flee. If she had injured Jadon, would Tiffany call the police? Would anyone believe that this had been a joke that got out of hand?

“Zoe, hold his arms please.” Tiffany’s businesslike voice snapped Zoe out of her thoughts. She bent down and, with difficulty, succeeded in releasing Jadon’s grasp on his balls. With her son’s arms restrained, Tiffany wrestled the waistband of his sweatpants down around his knees.

Instinctively, Zoe stifled a giggle at the sight of Jadon’s small dick. The image was made more ridiculous by his testicles, which were already so swollen they seemed like they might burst out of his scrotum.

Gently, Tiffany palpated each of her son’s balls in turn, drawing howls of pain. Eventually she withdrew her hands and wiped them on her pantlegs.

“Nothing seems to be broken,” she announced. She patted her son on the head. “But I doubt you’ll be chasing the girls for at least a few weeks, hon.” Turning to Zoe, she said, “Help me get him up.”

With each of their heads under one of Jadon’s arms, they succeeded in lifting him to his feet. Letting Zoe take his full weight, Tiffany pulled her son’s pants back up. “I think Zoe’s seen enough of your little bits and pieces for one evening,” she commented.

Zoe waited in the lounge as Tiffany half-carried her son up the stairs. Her head was almost spinning. She was relieved that she hadn’t caused any lasting damage to Jadon’s balls, even if she was still furious with him for groping her. She was angry with Tiffany for putting her in that situation, even if she had relished the opportunity to punt her little prick of a son right in his fragile nuts. And, as her heartbeat settled, she began to experience the familiar feeling of excitement that accompanied dropping a guy with a solid kick to the balls.

Eventually she heard Tiffany descending the staircase.

“You little minx,” Tiffany said, entering. “I can’t believe you tried to rupture my son’s testicles.”

Zoe jumped up from the couch where she had been gathering her thoughts.

“I’m… I’m sorry,” she stammered.

Tiffany laughed, waving her back down onto the couch. “I said ‘tried to,’ didn’t I?” she said. “It’s a good thing you’re not wearing boots. If you had been, or if – heaven forfend – that had been one of my kicks, it’s safe to say my son would have a sack full of mush right now instead of two unimpressive but healthy testicles.”

She took a seat next to Zoe. “You did wonderfully,” she said, stroking Zoe’s hair.

“Why did you make me do that?” Zoe asked quietly. Tiffany was quiet for a moment before replying.

“Last time I tried to quit ballbusting cold turkey, I ended up neutering three guys in an alley,” she said. “Do you know how long it’s been since I kicked a pair of balls?”

Zoe shook her head.

“Three months, a week, and two days,” Tiffany said at once. “I was starting to feel as though if I didn’t get some action soon, even vicariously, I was going to fall off the wagon hard. Then, who knows how many guys would end up getting involuntary sex changes. Didn’t I say at the meeting that I almost relapsed today?”

“I guess, when you put it like that,” Zoe said after a thoughtful pause. Tiffany nodded encouragement.

“You really helped me tonight, Zoe,” she said. “Thanks to you, I think all my male colleagues’ balls are safe. For a week at least.”

Zoe grinned in spite of herself. “I can’t believe I almost ruined your chances of having grandkids,” she said.

Tiffany tossed her head and laughed. “What the hell, I still have a daughter,” she said. “In fact, you ought to meet her. It’s about time she started learning how to put her older brother in his place.”

“Maybe some other time,” Zoe said. “I think your family’s had enough of me for one night. But, umm…”

Tiffany looked at her enquiringly.

“Before I go…” Zoe said. “Would you mind, um…”

At last Tiffany understood. With a broad smile she settled deeper into the couch, and finished the story of the castrated muggers.

                                                            ___

“Please, just let me go. I can leave, I’ll just go home. You’ll never see me again.”

The mugger’s pleadings almost stirred a hint of sympathy in Tiffany’s heart. He did look pathetic – pants around his ankles, his exposed dick and balls flopping around as he begged for mercy.

Frantically, the mugger tried to wipe the burning mace from his eyes. “I don’t even know these guys,” he whimpered. “I’ve never done this before, it wasn’t my idea…”

As she walked towards him, Tiffany realized the mugger was probably being truthful. Up close, it was clear he was hardly any older than her own son.

“His too bad,” she thought to herself. After he’d learned the hard way not to fuck with strange women in dark alleyways, there was no chance of him ever trying to pull something like this again.

“Please, lady, swear to God…” The mugger was still blubbing.

“Shut up,” Tiffany snapped. She was standing a foot away from him now. “Lie down on the ground.”

“Please…”

Tiffany slapped him across the face. “Do what I tell you, and maybe I’ll let you get out of here with your life,” she told him.

The kid shuddered. To Tiffany’s amazement he lay down on the ground. The sound of his friends’ agonized screams and sudden silence must have convinced him that she really could kill him. Tiffany kicked his legs as wide as they would go, still hobbled as he was by the jeans around his ankles.

“Wha… what are you going to do to me?” the kid stammered.

Tiffany raised her foot above the young man’s crotch. The light from the moon glinted dully on the thick rubber of her bootheel.

“Since you asked,” she said, “I’m going to stomp on your testicles until there’s nothing left down there but goo. It’s going to hurt worse than anything you’ve ever felt in your life, and afterwards you’ll never function as a man again. No woman will ever look at you without laughing.” She paused. “That clear enough?”

The kid sobbed fearfully.

“Look at me,” Tiffany ordered.

Blinking furiously, the kid opened his red-raw eyes. Tiffany waited for him to fully comprehend the spectacle of her shoe, poised high above his unprotected balls.

Then she stomped down.

The kid screamed shrilly as his testicles compressed under Tiffany’s boot. To no avail he tried to remove her foot from his crotch. As she lifted her leg a second time, he covered his balls with his hands. With a grunt of impatience Tiffany bent down and ripped his hands away. Holding his arms at his side, she lay on top of him and began driving her knee over and over again into his crotch. Her large breasts muffled his screams.

Whump.

Whump.

Whump.

Before long the sound coming from between the kid’s legs was less of a thud and more of a wet crunch. His screams had subsided to a delirious sobbing. With one final knee – crunch – Tiffany stood up and looked down at her work. The kid was somehow still conscious, barely. With her toe, Tiffany sloshed around the contents of his scrotum. It felt like a half-empty water balloon.

As the reality of what she had done set in, Tiffany’s hand slipped almost of its own accord under the waistband of her pants. Her breathing became heavier.

“Oh… oh, my God… oh, fuck,” she gasped, sinking to her knees, convulsing with pleasure. She didn’t know how long she stayed there. When she regained her senses, the kid was still moaning softly. Unsteadily, Tiffany got to her feet.

“Wow,” she said to herself.

Looking both ways first, she emerged from the alley. The street was quiet and empty. She quickly began walking in the direction of home. Someone, somewhere must have heard the commotion in the alley, and Tiffany wanted to be nowhere near when the police arrived to find three men brutally castrated. This though wasn’t the only reason for her haste.

As she thought back to what she had done to those men, replaying every moment in her head, she could feel herself getting wet again.

                                                         ___

Zoe felt like a ball of static energy. A strand of hair had come loose over her forehead, which was glazed with sweat. Tiffany patted her on the knee.

“It’s okay, hon,” she told her. “You don’t have to be shy around me.”

For a further second, Zoe was completely still on the couch. Then she thrust her hand down the front of her skirt, rubbing herself desperately. While she masturbated, she murmured softly to herself.

“… his balls were turned to mush… I bet he never fucked in his life… I bet his dick was the size of a cocktail wiener… oh my God… he can never… never… oh, yes, yes, yes…”

Afterwards, she sat hunched over in embarrassment. She had never lost control like that before. Tiffany’s story had been the hottest thing she’d ever heard.

She felt Tiffany’s hand brush against her hair again.

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of,” the older woman said. “I know. I know what it’s like.”

Eventually Zoe looked up.

“You said… back at the meeting, you said that night was your rock bottom.”

Tiffany sighed.

“I never thought any of those guys would tell anyone what I’d done to them. I mean, who would actually go to the police and tell them they lost their testicles to the woman they were trying to mug?”

Zoe nodded.

“Well, it turned out one of those guys would. The one I’d told my name to, as it happened. There was a trial. He’d already been sentenced for the attempted mugging. I guess he figured he had nothing else to lose. Once he got in the witness box, he described every detail of how I ruined his life. There were a few female giggles from the gallery, I remember.”

Tiffany looked melancholy, however.

“The judge – a woman, by the way, thank God – instructed the jury to find me not guilty on the felony assault, but there was no beating the misdemeanour. I did thirty days in jail. My boyfriend left me, and I almost lost my business. Still,” she said, more brightly, “I’m moving on. Getting better.”

Somehow Zoe doubted that was the case. Still, who was she to talk? She had started the evening sincerely wanting to gain control of her ballbusting urges, and had ended it by almost castrating a horny teen then frigging herself stupid at the thought of finishing the job.

She got up from the couch.

“I should go,” she said.

Tiffany walked her to the door. As Zoe stepped out into the night, Tiffany spoke behind her.

“We’ve got to help each other out, hon,” she said. “We’re all in the same boat here.”

Zoe turned back and looked at her wordlessly.

“I guess I’ll see you,” Tiffany said. “At next week’s meeting?”

“Definitely,” said Zoe, at last.