Masquerade Balls, Pt 2 of 3

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# Part 2 - The Ball(s)
House Beta Beta's Spring Masquerade Ball was one of the highlights of the year for the students at State. By 9pm the house was positively thumping. One thing that Kyle noticed almost straight away was the rather large ratio of girls-to-guys. He'd been to his share of parties in his three years at State, and in his experience the opposite was usually true. Of course, the "activities" at Beta Beta parties were a bit...atypical.

At least according to the rumours they were. This party was Kyle's introduction to the girls of Beta Beta. But even in the half-hour he'd been here, he'd noticed a few things. First, he was dumbfounded at how fucking *hot* all the girls were. Not that everyone was a smoking 10, but even allowing for differences in taste Kyle hadn't spotted a girl that was less than a solid 7. And the average cup-size had to be at least a C. Jesus. But even given all that, the most cock-stiffening detail for poor Kyle was that every girl, every last *fucking* one of them, had on a sexy pair of plush socks! He was literally walking through a sock-lover's wet dream.

So here he was, standing next to the drink table nursing a rum punch, trying desperately not to stare lasciviously at all the mouth-watering legs and footwear on display. Why did it have to be a pajama party? And why had Keri made him promise not to cum for a whole *week*?? It took every ounce of his focus not to sport the world's stiffest hardon every time a girl walked by. And the fact that he was basically butt-naked except for the sock on his cock certainly didn't help. Thank God for the mask!

But between the girls, and the socks, and *his* sock, he was going positively crazy! His balls ached something fierce, practically throbbing with every beat of his heart. And they were so full of cum, he couldn't tell how much of the ache was from the racking Keri had given him before they left, and how much was from the horrible blue-balling she'd given him all week long. Every step he took reminded him of his denial, and the material of the sock felt fucking *fantastic*. It was the reason he was standing motionless in the corner and trying to look inconspicuous.

"Hey, cocksock!"

Kyle instinctively turned to look, the mask partially obscuring the dumb look on his face. "Huh?"

"Give a lady a hand?" The lady in question had on a positively scrumptious pair of knee-high socks, hot pink with thick black stripes. She was tall, and her legs seemed to go on forever. She was wearing a micro pair of running shorts and a sports bra that showed off her slim, muscled frame. Her sandy blond hair was cut a little shorter than shoulder length, and her grey/blue eyes sparkled out of her matching grey mask.

It took Kyle a full five seconds to realize she was talking about the heavy wooden boards resting against the wall at her feet. "Well?" she asked impatiently.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry," Kyle said, hurrying over to her side. This would not be the last time that he was thankful that the mask hid his blushing. The boards were pretty solid, and were kind of awkward to carry. But he managed not to make any more of a fool of himself and helped her set them up behind a long table in the backyard.

He stood back and looked at what she was putting together. It was almost shoulder high, with the classic concentric circles painted on the front. Except where the bullseye should be was just a small hole. Kyle saw a pale of what looked like rubber baseballs on the ground under the table, and eyed them quizzically.

"Thanks for your help," the grey-masked girl said. "I, uh, like your PJs," she offered, smiling lasciviously.

Kyle willed his cock not to harden further under the girl's admiring gaze. "So, uh, what's with the hole? There's no way one of these baseballs will fit through there, right?" he observed, attempting to distract himself.

"The hole's not for the baseballs, silly," she chided playfully. She stepped out from behind the board and turned, bending in an exaggerated fashion from the waist, fiddling with something Kyle couldn't see. He watched as her ultra-short blue running shorts slid up to reveal two very round, healthy asscheeks, and then was transfixed by her knee-length socks. He didn't see her smiling face peaking out from behind her legs. The teasing girl slowly, slowly, straightened, flipping her wavy, sandy-blond hair out of her face. Seriously, what the fuck was with these gorgeous sorority girls? "You've, uh...I mean, your, um..." she said, gesturing vaguely at his crotch.

Kyle looked down to see his cock twitching at full mast, and felt the cool night air on his exposed testicles. "Oh, Jeez-" he looked up and started to curse an apology, when suddenly he heard a \*SLAP\* and pain exploded from his tender balls. "OOF!" he grunted, cradling his aching jewels. The grey-masked girl's mouth made an 'O' of sympathy, but she also was none-too-subtlely squeezing her thighs together. After a few moments Kyle looked up, with tears blurring his vision, to see a tall, athletic girl smiling wickedly down at him. "What the fuck?!" he very much wanted to say, but thought better of it.

"Fuck, Hannah. Did you have to hit the poor guy so hard?" the grey-masked girl asked.

"Oh, come on, Wendy, I barely slapped him. Besides, you know the rules: exposed balls are fair game," intoned the athletic girl matter-of-factly. Kyle tucked his still throbbing testes gingerly back into the sock. He stood and got a better look at Hannah. She was tall, almost as tall as Kyle, with short-cropped brown hair. She, too, was wearing running shorts and a sports bra, though hers was black, and she had a little bit more muscle than Wendy. Her mask was also black, with a burst of feathers across the forehead.

"Where's Hank?" Wendy asked, as she returned to the task of prepping the booth.

"He's bringing the bench around," Hannah replied, looking around, presumedly for Hank. Then Kyle saw Hank come around the corner, carrying what looked almost like
a weight-lifting bench. But this bench was longer, and had weird rings and protrusions along its length, and a tall beam at the its head. In his other hand Hank was carrying a large mallet. As he got closer Kyle recognized the guy as one of the linebackers for the football team! Oh, that Hank! Jesus, he was even more impressive in person. He towered over Kyle, with a broad chest and huge shoulders. He was the kind of guy that looked sort of fat, but was actually solid muscle. He had on a tank top and a pair of white briefs that looked a few sized too small. Fuck, it looked like he was smuggling a couple of large avocados in there. He, too, was wearing a mask, but it was just a simple Zorro-style mask. Kyle wondered if it was a joke, as it would be almost impossible not to recognize someone like Hank.

"Do you, uh, need any help?" Kyle offered.

"Nah, man. Thanks, though. Actually, here, could you hold this?" Hank handed Kyle the mallet, and then proceeded to set down the bench apparatus. From the sound it made as he dropped it it must have weighed...well, a lot. Kyle turned the mallet over in his hands, assessing curiously. It was lighter than it looked, though still heavy. It felt to the touch like a nerf mallet, but possibly with a wooden core. Kyle felt the head of the mallet, which was larger than a soup can. Why would anyone want a padded mallet? Weird.

"Kyle!" Kyle turned to see Keri calling him from the open door of the house. "Come here! I want to dance!" Keri yelled, smiling broadly as she gently gyrated to the thumping coming from the house.

"I, uh, gotta go," Kyle said lamely as he hurried toward the house, trying not to look like he was hurrying.

"Thanks for your help, cocksock!" Wendy called after him.

"Watch your nuts!" Hannah added, laughing. "Fuck me, I can't wait to get my hands on that cock and balls. Did you see that shit?" Hannah asked, turning back to Wendy.

"Fuck yes, I did," Wendy replied, already lost in her own thoughts about what she'd like to do to a set of cock and balls like that...

\*\*\*

Sam gingerly made her way up the stairs. She was buzzing pretty good, but was not yet as drunk as she would become. By the time she reached the second floor landing she had already forgotten why she came up there, and just started down the hall, looking around. But as she approached the first room on her left she distinctly heard Amy's voice along with some wet sounds.

"Oh, fuck yeah. Mmmm \*slurp\*, you boys are BIG..." Oh, shit! Was Amy giving a blowjob?! To more than one dude? Sam found herself both curious and more than a little turned on. As she got closer the sucking/slurping sounds grew louder, and she noticed that the door wasn't closed all the way.

She put her hands on the doorframe, and then started to lean in with her head turned to better hear the goings-on. Unfortunately, her tits got to the door first, bumping it solidly and sending it slowly inward. Her eyes went wide in alarm and she instinctively reached for the handle, but missed it entirely and barely avoided falling forward into the room herself. Sam then gave a choked gasp as she saw Amy on her knees, facing her, while she worked two cocks (two LARGE cocks) with her mouth and hands. Luckily the guys were mostly facing away from her, and their attentions were so occupied that they didn't hear her intrusion. Amy, however, gave Sam a subtle wink without breaking her pace.

Sam just stood frozen in the doorway, unable to look away from the incredibly sexy tableaux before her. She'd seen her fair share of porn (and blowjob videos happened to be a real weakness of hers), but she'd never experienced anything remotely like this in real life. Here was her best friend, in what looked like some sort of exercise room, not five feet away on her knees before two guys, blowing them *most* enthusiastically. She'd always considered sex something wonderful, something to be enjoyed and embraced, but something very much *private*. But here, with the proximity and the intimate sounds and even the smells, she found herself more turned on than she had ever been in her young life. Her pussy was positively pulsing at the raw sexuality on display before her.

"Oh, Jimmy, are you getting close, honey?" Amy teased. Her silk robe was still providing her the bare minimum of modesty, but her heavy tits swayed and jiggled with her urgent ministrations, threatening to free themselves at any moment. In her right hand was a nice cock that looked to be almost as long as Amy's arm. Her hand was stroking in a hard, steady rhythm, all the way from the base to the tip, the foreskin sliding up and over the wedge-shaped head. God, the arousal in the room was palpable!

But most of Amy's attentions were currently focused on the much thicker cock in her left hand. It had to be the thickest cock Sam had ever seen! Amy's fingers didn't come close to touching around its girth. Currently her thumb was slowly but insistently rubbing at the base of the circumcised, plum-sized head. Even in the dim lighting Sam could see the thick cock glistening (with what she presumed was Amy's saliva) almost halfway down its not-inconsiderable length.

Suddenly Amy slid her hand down to the base of the girthy monster, pulling the skin of his cock tight and squeezing. The bulging network of veins stood out prominently all up and down the shaft. Then her mouth engulfed the glistening, shiny head and her face was descending the extensive cock. In no time at all she had bottomed out, gagging audibly. He gave a strangled groan of pleasure and anguish. There was more arousal, and pain, in that sound than Sam had ever heard before, and her pussy gushed anew. How in the fuck did Amy take that fat fucker so deeply??

Amy slowly, *slowly* withdrew his pulsing shaft, until the enormous knob slipped from her puffy lips with an audible *POP*. She gave it a wet kiss, looking up into Jimmy's face with a most depraved, hungry look. "Fuck! You taste so good. You know I could do this all day," Amy teased softly, her left hand now stroking steadily a nice counter-rhythm to that of her right. "I know these fat balls are dying to hose me down...," here she paused to swirl her tongue around his weeping crown, "...with that big load you've been saving." Jimmy's head was thrown back and his breathing was coming in shallower and shallower gasps. Then faster than Sam could see, Amy's hand left Jimmy's shaft, made a fist, and blasted up into what Sam could only presume was the underside of his balls. He hunched over, groaning deeply, but otherwise did not react. "Not yet, stud," Amy said with a positively wicked smile. From Jimmy's whimpers it seemed that that may not have been the first time.

*Jesus*, Sam thought to herself. With one hand the young voyeur was rubbing insistently at her pussy, while the other hand groped and squeezed her sensitive nipples. She was biting her lip to keep from crying out in pleasure. Maybe it was just the alcohol, but she was getting *incredibly* turned on by this wanton display of cockteasing. And the thought that Amy had just punched that poor guy *right in his balls* had her pussy practically dripping down her leg! What was wrong with her? Sam rubbed her sock-clad foot up and down her other calf, and slipped her hand under her panties, quickly locating her clit and rubbing it in tight little circles as Amy turned to her other victim.

"Oh, Austin," she chided playfully. A thick string of precum connected the head of his extensive cock with Amy's smooth forearm, her arm still pumping the uncircumcised cock steadily. Austin gave out a guttural groan as Amy turned her attention on him. "You've done so well," Amy encouraged softly, leaning down to slurp up his sticky precum. "Mmmmm," she moaned as her mouth made contact with his shiny, pulsing head. While Jimmy's head was like an overripe plum sitting atop a forearm-thick shaft, Austin's was more like an arrowhead, and Amy began sloppily making out with it was she spoke. "I know *lick* that you *really* want *smack* to cum, honey *pop*, but just between you and me?" here she began to whisper conspiratorially, "*slurp* I don't think Jimmy's going to last much longer." At this Jimmy gave his own guttural groan of despair, and Amy's left hand ceased its torturous stroking. She gripped his shaft tightly just below the bursting cockhead, and rubbed her thumb insistently at the base of his crown. She did all this without breaking eye contact with Austin, or missing a beat in her steady stroking of his twitching, weeping cock.

"Please..." Austin whimpered, so softly that Sam almost thought she had imagined it.

"Come on, Austin, you can \*slurp\* do it," Amy said, increasing the pace of her ministrations. "Just hold back a *little* bit longer, and no one will hurt your balls anymore. \*slurp\* \*suck\* Just don't cum \*lick\* and you'll get to pound my tight little pussy with this *gorgeous* cock..."

"Ahhhhhh!!" Austin cried out in anguish, his cock flexing and rearing up mightily. Amy released Jimmy's cock entirely, using one hand to encircle poor Austin's balls, and the other gave one final, firm stroke up his trembling shaft. A HUGE spurt of cum erupted from the tip of Austin's cock, leaving a gooey trail from Amy's chin, up her face, and through her jet-black hair. Then both her hands clamped down *hard*, one on his balls and the other on the tip of his cock, abruptly cutting off his orgasm entirely. Austin screamed again, this time in utter agony.

"Oh, honey," Amy lamented. She kept her death grip until the twitching in Austin's genitals subsided. As she removed her hands one stray drop of pearlescent cum formed at the tip of his cock. Amy tenderly leaned down and slurped up the gooey result of his aborted orgasm. Austin whimpered, his cock still steely hard and twitching. "Too bad, Austin. Better luck next time," Amy said, giving his tender balls a firm parting slap. "Sam? Would you please help Austin down to the pillory? Tell the girls it's open season; Mr. Peacock here lost the bet and gets twenty minutes." Evidently she was referring to the peacock mask that Austin had on. "And you," Amy purred, stroking the underside of Jimmy's cock with the palm of her hand, "You meet me in the bedroom next door in...oh, ten minutes. Then we'll put this fat fucker to good use." She then leaned in, squishing her heavy tits against Jimmy's naked chest and kissed him full on the mouth. Jimmy groaned and kissed her back in earnest.

Amy finally disengaged herself from Jimmy. "Sam? You got this?"

Sam physically shook herself, withdrawing her gooey fingers from her dripping snatch. "Uh, yeah. What's a pillory?"

"It's the big wooden thing with three holes, on the stage in the den."

Understanding dawned on Sam's flushed face. "Oh, shit," she swore softly. "I mean, yeah!" She then grabbed Mr. Peacock by his elbow and hurried out of the room, the poor guy stumbling behind, cradling his aching, doomed testicles. Her arousal was now running at a fever pitch, and she needed another drink.

\*\*\*

Kyle heard a cheer go up from the other room, and he and Keri went to go see what was going on. As they entered the den they saw a guy with a peacock mask being locked in what appeared to be a set of old-fashioned stocks, or a pillory. Aside from the mask, he was only wearing a grey tank-top; when they locked him in, facing the wall, his long cock and heavy looking balls were exposed for all to see.

"Looks like somebody lost a bet," Keri observed, smiling. She then walked over to the strawberry blonde with the purple mask who had escorted the guy, and they spoke for a moment. "Okay, everybody," Keri announced. She kept her white, bedazzled mask on as she addressed the small crowd that had gathered. "Apparently Mr. Peacock here came too soon, and so we get his balls for twenty minutes!" A cheer went up from all the girls in attendance. Kyle gulped audibly, his own balls pulling up tight in sympathetic response. "And remember: we've got the campus urologist on speed dial, so go nuts!" she finished with a wink. With that she turned, and punted the dangling eggs with her socked foot.

"What was that about a urologist?" Kyle heard a girl nearby ask.

He heard Wendy reply matter-of-factly, "Dr. West. We get a rupture or two almost every Ball, and as far as I know she's always been able to patch the boys right up." Then both girls finished their drinks and excitedly queued up for their turn at Mr. Peacock's rapidly swelling testicles.

Kyle watched in fascinated horror as girl after girl took aim, and viciously kicked the defenseless guy in his most vulnerable organs. Some girls were just enjoying themselves, while some were clearly trying to do some serious damage. But it looked like everyone was willing and eager to take a turn. Kyle suddenly felt sick to his stomach, and hastily made an exit.

He had to go all the way to the third floor before he found a bathroom that wasn't occupied. He entered and then leaned back against the door, taking a few deep, calming breaths. On his left was a long counter with a sink and a mirror, and then a short wall around which appeared to be a toilet. He stepped toward the sink, removed his gold mask, and bent down to splash some water on his face. He didn't notice that the door hadn't latched, and now swung back open just slightly.

Once the urge to vomit had passed, Kyle realized that he needed to pee. Quite badly, actually.

\*\*\*

Sam was quickly becoming inured to all the shocking goings-on at this Ball. When a girl with a white, diamond-encrusted mask had told her what was going to happen, at first she'd felt a little sick. But as she watched the first few brutal kicks to what she knew to be an already full, aching set of balls, she felt the sensation in her stomach turn into an aroused tingling. Her nipples felt as hard as diamonds, and the bra she was wearing was starting to feel awfully tight. Fuck! She *really* needed that drink.

Unfortunately, the bowl of rum punch appeared to be empty. Fortunately, there seemed to be plenty of liquor and mixers at hand. Sam took a red party cup and poured a double shot of what was probably vodka, and then filled the rest of the cup with a mixer labeled "Limoncello". She downed half the cup, and immediately felt a relaxing warmth spread out from her stomach. It did nothing to abate the hunger in her gushing pussy, however. She blinked a few times as she looked around the room. Poor Mr. Peacock's balls looked pretty bad; they appeared to have almost doubled in size, and were turning an alarming shade of purple. This was too much, and Sam decided she needed to find someplace to cum her fucking brains out.

Sam hastily made her exit, only wobbling slightly. Her memory was a blur as she tried in vain to find an empty room to take care of herself, but at one point she was pretty sure she stumbled into the bedroom where Amy was getting railed by Mr. Thick Dick (and apparently cumming her own brains out). Finally she found a bathroom on the third floor with the door ajar.

She slipped in quietly and leaned against the counter, looking into her own eyes. She didn't notice the gold mask with one dark green feather laying on the counter. The incredibly twisted, erotic things she'd seen flashed through her memory, pushing her arousal to a fever pitch. She clumsily slid down and stepped out of her panties, almost taking a header into the shower in the process. She was so absorbed in her task that she didn't even hear the toilet flush. Sam leaned back against the door, groping her swollen tits roughly with her left hand while her right began to rub at her aching clit in earnest. She was so wet her fingers were sliding all over her bald pussy, and the sounds echoed off the bathroom walls.

"Holy fuck," she heard someone exclaim softly. She froze, her eyes shooting open to see a naked man in the bathroom with her. Well, naked except for a hot pink angora sock encasing his junk. *Barely* encasing his junk. Jesus, could that all really be him? She saw his eyes drift slowly down her body, before they appeared to settle on her bright green angora ankle socks. Sam blearily blinked away the last of her inhibitions.

Sauntering right up to the flabbergasted male, she looked him right in the eyes as she approached. She didn't even try to hide her hunger. She only stopped when her heavy breasts compressed against his upper body. Sam brought her hands up to his chest, leaving a slimy trail with her gooey fingers, and stood up on her tiptoes to kiss him. She sensed his hesitation as their lips met, but then she moaned as he kissed her back and she felt his arms encircle her.

Her lips parted as his tongue gently forced its way inside, and thus did Sam experience her first, passionate french kiss. Their tongues danced and swirled, with more eagerness than skill. She moaned again as the angora-encased package stirred against her firm stomach, the massive cock within becoming incredibly hard incredibly quickly. She ran her hands down and over his rampant cock, reveling in the steely hardness and the unbelievable girth, but especially in the feel of the soft angora material against her hands.

Without a thought she slipped to her knees, sliding her lithe body against his erect member. It took both of her hands to properly grip his throbbing monster. She moaned a third time as she rubbed his sock-encased cock over and around her upturned face in lustful abandon. She heard a, "Jesusfuck," breathily escape his lips. Sam gripped the sock tightly at the base of his cock, and slowly but firmly stroked up and down the mighty shaft, reveling in the contrast of incredible hardness and sensual softness. It was difficult to tell precisely, but she felt sure that this cock *had* to be even bigger and more majestic than either of the two Amy was blowing earlier.

Then she looked down and gasped as the sight literally took her breath away. His balls were *enormous*! Apparently they had been forced from the sock by his erecting cock, and now sat tight against his groin bulging obscenely. She slid her hand down to cradle the over-filled, darkly colored sac, but just one magnificent ball was more than her little hand could hold. Once again her vision swam with all of the horrible, abusive things she had seen done to testicles this night, and her pussy gushed anew, literally dripping onto the bath mat beneath her. She pushed him gently until he sat heavily on the toilet lid, grunting in obvious discomfort as his swollen balls were jostled.

"Oh, my fucking gawd," she moaned in lustful abandon, stroking his now twitchingly hard, sock-encased cock with her hands and face, "I want this cock so bad!" she exclaimed softly, looking up directly into the boy's lust and fear-filled eyes. "But first..." she trailed off ominously. Then she took one fat ball in each of her small but strong hands and she began to *squeeze*. The sensation was totally unlike anything she had ever felt before, as this male's most delicate organs squished and squirmed in her feminine grasp; at the same time it was the most natural feeling in the world. As her fingers visibly sunk into the tender nutflesh, the boy began whimpering through his gritted teeth, but he didn't try to close his legs or pull her hands away, and his cock did not lose an ounce of its steely hardness. Fascinating.

Finally her forearms were getting tired and she let go. Sam watched in utter fascination as his dented, deformed balls slowly began to regain their original ovoid shape, and even seemed to swell visibly larger before her eyes. The boy was now taking air in great, gasping gulps, groaning deeply. Sam's heart was racing and her stomach felt like it was doing somersaults in her belly; she needed more.

"P-please," the boy gasped, as she stood between his spread legs. "I...I'm not supposed to cum," he said, with painfully obvious reluctance. The sentiment sent a shiver down Sam's spine. Though she would dearly have loved to have seen this cock and those balls cum, that wasn't what she had in mind. At least not yet.

"Don't worry, stud," she said, unconsciously mimicking her best friend. "That isn't what I had in mind. At least, not yet." She then attempted to climb up onto the toilet seat, but in her current state of inebriation the task was beyond her. With all her weight on the foot on the toilet seat, she overbalanced and began falling backwards, her eyes as wide as saucers and her arms pinwheeling frantically. Just as she was about to eat it a strong hand gripped her firmly, stopping her descent and holding her in place. She just stood like that, frozen in place, her breasts rising and falling with her deep breaths, her heart racing like a jackrabbit on steroids.

After a few moments, once her breathing had mostly returned to normal, she said, "Uh, thanks," smiling down at the boy awkwardly. She adjusted her feet, still trying to get her balance atop the toilet seat, and her sock-clad toes bumped against his balls, resting heavily between his thighs. The contact made him wince, and sent a fresh shiver down Sam's spine. Then she noticed that her partner's cock was still arcing up over his abdomen, hard as a fucking rock.

Sam interlaced her fingers with his on the hand that was holding her up. "Whew. Just hang tight. This is going to hurt a bit, but I fucking *need* to cum!" Sam explained as she steadied herself. She gave his socked-cock a few gentle caresses with her socked-foot, eliciting a deep moan of abject pleasure from her victim. *He must really like feet. Poor guy,* she thought to herself, pityingly.

Taking extra care, Sam stood on her heels and placed the balls of her feet on top of the boy's swollen testes. Her pussy throbbed and quivered in anticipation, the juices of her arousal running down her thigh. She could actually *feel* the oversized orbs squirming under her feet. They both watched, utterly captivated, as the balls of her feet slowly compressed his aching testicles into the toilet lid.

The sensations on her angora-clad feet were unbelievable! She began to pump her feet up and down, alternating right and left, putting a little more of her weight down each time. She could feel him trembling beneath her, his breath ragged through clenched teeth as she physically stood on his most prized possessions. Her hand was on her clit before she knew what was happening. She felt his guttural groan directly in her pussy as her feet compressed his poor testes almost completely flat. And just like that the pleasure was reaching a mind-numbing crescendo. She rubbed insistently, mashing her sopping clit, her other hand squeezing his supporting hand like a vice. Her breaths came in shorter and shorter gasps, as her long-awaited orgasm began to build in earnest. Her vision went black as the waves of climax began to crash over her, harder and harder and harder.

Sam cried out softly, biting her lip to hold back the screams of overwhelming pleasure. She'd cum a great many times in her life: at her own hand, from sex, and even from one boy's tongue. But none of those orgasms could hold a candle to this earth-shattering pleasure that threatened to completely overwhelm her senses. Her knees finally buckled and she collapsed into his arms, still trembling from the aftershocks of pleasure coursing through her body. Unfortunately for him, Sam's right knee landed solidly on his left nut with an audible *CRUNCH*, causing the poor guy to grimace in horrible pain even as he tenderly held the still-orgasming Sam.

Suddenly the bathroom door burst in, and a raven-haired girl in turquoise mask made a bee-line for the toilet. "Outta my way!" she screamed, totally ruining whatever moment Sam and her plaything were having. Sam just blinked a few times in confusion, her face partially numb from the intensity of her climax. The guy stood and shuffled both of them out of the way. And not a moment too soon, for just as the toilet sit was lifted the raven-haired girl began to vomit loudly into the bowl.

Sam and the guy hurriedly made their way out of the bathroom, the guy barely remembering to replace his gold mask on his ashen face. Sam had recovered enough from her orgasm to recognize that the guy's balls were still hanging free, a (LARGE) target for any passing sadist. Once again she slipped to her knees. Thankfully his cock had returned to a more manageable size. She gave each swollen testicle a tender kiss, and couldn't help but notice his left nut was in significantly worse shape. "Thank you. That was the best orgasm of my life. Maybe someday I can return the favor," she said smiling, but not making eye-contact; some of her shyness and inhibitions were returning. She gingerly tucked his package back into the sock, which was now being stretched to obscene proportions.

As she stood Sam gave him a peck on the cheek. Just then the girl in the diamond-encrusted mask ascended the stairs. "Kyle! I've been looking everywhere for you! It's time for the Contest! Are you ready?" So his name was Kyle, was it? Sam knew she would never forget his face. Maybe their paths would cross again next year. As Kyle was dragged downstairs Sam followed at a discreet distance, eager to find out more about this "Contest".

\*\*\*

"Who was that girl? You didn't cum, did you?" Keri asked as she and Kyle hurried down the stairs, heading for the den on the first floor.

Kyle stumbled along behind, wincing and grimacing with each step. "Uh, no. She just accidentally walked in on me in the bathroom, and...uh, she busted my balls," he finished candidly.

Keri stopped in her tracks and turned to look down at his junk. Then she noticed that he was *much* more swollen than he had been, and in fact his left testicle was markedly larger. "Holy shit! Are you okay?" the concern in her voice genuine and unmistakable, though at this point in the evening she was more worried about the consequences for the Contest than Kyle's well-being.

"I'll *cough* I'll be fine. I think," Kyle finished uncertainly. He had yet to see the anatomical results of Sam's playtime.

"Well, I guess it's too late now. Just, do the best you can. And Kyle?" Keri said, looking up into his eyes.

"Yeah?" Kyle asked, looking down with concern.

"Whatever happens, know that I...I care about you a great deal," she finished lamely. She cringed inside. Why was it so hard for her to just tell him how she felt? Ugh! But now was not the time.

Kyle's face lit up, and his cares and pains seemed, if not erased, at least eased a bit. "Thanks, Keri. I, uh, care about you, too. A great deal," he finished, smiling.

Keri beamed back at him, a warmth spreading out from her heart, touching her nipples and her pussy. God, she was going to cum *so* fucking hard when this night was over! But right now they had to get to the den; it was almost 11 o'clock, and she knew how Wendy liked to be punctual. "Let's go!" she urged, grabbing Kyle's hand again and sprinting for the den.

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They arrived in the den just as the girl in the gray feathered mask was starting to address the gathered crowd. Exactly at the stroke of eleven, Wendy said, "Welcome, everyone, to this year's Beta Beta Masquerade Ball!" Clapping and a few drunken cheers and whistles erupted from the moderately-sized crowd. "As many of you know, this night is especially, uh, special," she flushed as a smattering of laughter followed this statement. "Usually, at this Ball we celebrate the installment of next year's sorority President. However, this year we actually have a tie." At this she paused so that Keri and Hannah could join her on the stage, discarding their masks. "Both Keri and Hannah received the same number of votes, which means that the President will be decided by Contest!" There was some cheering, though it was clear from the less enthusiastic response that few people knew what that meant, including Kyle.

"The sorority charter stipulates that the first round of the Contest be decided by the participants' extra-curricular activities and service to the sorority." Here she looked down at her phone. "For this first round, Keri has earned a total of 51 points, while Hannah has earned 50." Again, the response to this news was clearly mixed. Did that mean that Keri was the President? What about all that stuff she told him about teasing and ballbusting? Kyle looked on in obvious confusion.

"The Charter also stipulates that the Contest has three rounds, with the final two rounds left to the discretion of the outgoing President. Which is me!" Wendy finished with a broad smile. "I, along with the rest of the leadership of the sorority, have decided that the last two rounds will be decided by each girl's skill in the areas of Pain and Pleasure." *Oh, fuck*, Kyle thought, in dawning realization. "For the Pain round, Keri and Hannah have each brought, uh, partners, and have agreed on trials." At this Keri beckoned Kyle up onto the stage. He sheepishly made his way to the front, careful to make sure his mask was properly affixed. He saw his counterpart ascending the steps and stared in shock as he recognized Hank! "The first person to make the other's partner submit wins the round, and will be awarded ten points. Hannah has chosen Ring the Bell, while Keri has chosen the Baseball Toss." Ring the Bell? What the hell did that mean? And what did that have to do with his balls?

"For the Pleasure round, each girl will try to make the other's partner cum. The first to do this will be awarded ten points. And the winner of the Contest will be installed as next year's Beta Beta President!" There was a few moments of stunned silence, as the implications of what was about to happen sunk in. Then an enthusiastic cheer erupted from an eager sorority sister, and the rest of the crowd quickly joined in. "Please join us in the backyard for the Pain round!"

Kyle just stood frozen on the stage. Hannah was going to try and make him cum?? And Keri's becoming President depended on him holding back, after not having cum for a week?? Kyle gulped audibly, and felt a cold sweat break out all over his mostly naked body.

Then he felt Keri's hand on his shoulder. "Kyle? Are you ready?" she asked in a mix of obvious excitement and anxiety.

Kyle shivered, and then mentally steeled himself. Though he wasn't ready to say so to her face, he loved Keri. And if this is what he could do to help her become President, then he would do his fucking best. He took a deep breath and squared his shoulders. "Yeah, let's do this," he said, with such bravado that he almost believed it himself. Keri smiled in approval and led him to the backyard.

Once there he saw the carnival booths that he himself had helped set up. Then he saw the Ring the Bell booth, with the large foam mallet leaning against the bench, and just like that he realized what he was in for. His stomach tried to leap out his mouth at the same time that his testicles tried in vain to crawl back up inside him. Oh, jesusgodholylordinheaven...

Keri helped lay him down on the bench, and then freed his enormous balls from the delightfully confining sock. She quickly strapped him into the velcro cuffs at his wrists and ankles before he could even think to protest. She produced a ball gag from under the bench and gently affixed it to Kyle's face. Then she took the long rawhide strap and firmly bound his balls to the small raised platform between his thighs. When she was finished his testicles were completely exposed. Kyle looked over to see Hank strapped to the back of the target, his own set of monstrous balls protruding through the bullseye, looking almost as vulnerable as he felt. Kyle couldn't decide if it was better or worse that he and Hank could see each blow coming. Probably worse.

Keri then put something like a small garage door opener into Kyle's left hand. "When you click this button, a buzzer will sound, and that will mean you submit, ending the round," Keri explained, not looking Kyle in the eyes. She looked over at Hank, biting her lip. "Now, I used to pitch softball in high school, so I'm pretty sure Hank over there won't last more than 2 or 3 hits. But just do the best you can; I'd rather lose this round than have you rupture a testicle for me." It looked like maybe she was going to kiss him again, but instead she awkwardly patted him on the shoulder before heading over to the Baseball Toss.

At the same time Hannah gently slapped Hank's face and then made her way over to Kyle's side. She hefted the large foam mallet and spun it expertly. Kyle gulped, his eyes wide in unadulterated fear. "Ooh, looks like someone got to your left nut already," she said in mock sympathy. "It sure doesn't look too good. I'll tell you what: I think I'm just going to hit that one, over and over again. Think I can pop it on the first try?" she asked, winking evilly before she moved to stand between Kyle's spread legs. Jesusfuck, what the fuck was he going to do??

*End of Part 2*

*[Link to Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/10z17o7/masquerade_balls_pt_3_of_3/)*