Ballbusting Chronicles EP.0: Synhopsis

### Ballbusting Chronicles - EP.0: Synopsis

*Written by Adaniya Burcekova. The following material is confidential and protected under copyright law. Do not share in any way, shape or form.*

**Lenght:** \~ 5.6k words @ 28m reading time

**Disclaimer:** Ballbusting and sensible content ahead, read at your own risk!

A steamy cloud escape the mug as boiling water is poured over a miserable teaspoon of cheap tea powder. While slowly swirling the green tea mixture in my cup, I can't prevent myself from mentally reading the humorous printing on its side: "*#1 mind bending psychologist*". I press the glasses on my nose and tug a too tight bra under the dress.

"Oh, shut up. I'm definitely overqualified for this job, and I believe sarcasm doesn't suit tableware anyway. So shut. The fuck. Up.", I answer internally.

"Wait, am I really talking to my tea mug, now?", I repeat to myself, falling belly deep into that procrastinating mindflow.

"Maybe I am the one that should be sitting in ther-"

>"Excuse me, m'am?" a male voice bring me back to my office.

I am sitting in front of a patient composedly lying on the couch, watching inquiringly in my direction. I take the word back, hoping he didn't realize I was ignoring him.

"Yeah, sure. Sorry for that, I was sorting out... options... So you told me you can't talk to girls, women and females in general, right?"

>"Exactly." he shouts firmly.

"But you're talking to me right now, aren't you?"

What am I, a talking desk lamp?

>"Well, tecnically. I guess... it's easier if I focus on the cieling. I can talk with you in the room, but I can't talk to you.", he awkwardly replies.

"That's something, at least we can have a sort of conversation."

>"I find it more difficult with attractive women... I mean... not that... it's just... I see you only as my therapist."

That was mean anyway, you moron. I \*am\* attractive!

"More difficult with attractive women...", I spell out, pretending to take notes on my sketchbook.

"We have a starting point then. I believe your embarassement originates from sexual interest."

>"Y-yeah, I mean... that's the whole point. I just can't understand why. Why can't I talk back like everyone else?"

"Sometimes little traumas can nest into our subconscious, leaving traces of painful memories we intuitively try to move away from." I say calmly.

>"B-but I've already seek advice and we found nothing. I can't think about any childhood traumas nor later ones. It has always been like this as long as I remember!"

"Ok now, that's quite interesting. So you believe your issue has no clear cause, is it correct?"

>"Yes m'am", he nods.

"In this case, there's an entire domain you've never explored before..." I try to emphasize sensually.

"Have you ever heard of regressive hypnosis?"

>"Regressive... Hypnosis?" he's looking around clueless.

"The idea is that particularly traumatic events during previous lives or alternate timelines can leave a trace that alter our behavior without we even noticing." I explain taking a warm sip of green tea.

>"Th-that's actually scary! H-How do we know?"

"We can't say for sure. The best approach is to try out and write our own conclusions."

>"Ok, l-let's do it! I mean... how could that possibly get worse than this? I-I want to try!" he seems exalted and positive about the novelty.

"Do not waste any more precious time then, just relax, follow my instructions and everything's going to be easy." I drink a second sip.

I take a few minutes to explain the hypnosis procedure to my patient, instructing him how to react and how to remain alert during the regression without fainting. We're finally set and ready to start the process. The background noise, the scent in the room, the lighting, his posture... everything needs to be perfectly balanced to achieve our goal. And so it was. He started to breath slow and deep, his arms and legs totally relaxed. His eyes shut almost autonomously. His chest is pulsating rithmically. The atrmosphere is so relaxing I could sleep right away. I give him my last instructions to distract myself from the charming idea of a much needed nap:

"Now I need you to free your mind. Try not to retain any thoughts. I'll ask you some simple questions, but I want you to not think about a response. Just answer as quicly as you can. The quicker truth is closer to your inner self. Now  breath it in, we're about to get started."

He does not respond as he's totally nestled in his mind. Good sign.

"When I snap my fingers, I want you to connect with your inner self, with previous instances of yourself specifically. Do not force them, just welcome their memories in your mind, let them flow and permeate your body. Let them feel through your senses."

I resolutely snap with my left hand, ready to write down any upcoming event. But nothing happens. Is he asleep?

"James, where are you?"

>"Who is James?"

Well, that was quick. Or did I forgot his name? I had to check his folder to be sure.

"Who are you, then?"

>"My name is Michael. But everyone calls me Mike."

"Hello Mike. Nice to meet you! Can you tell me where are you now?"

>"I don't... I'm not sure. There's a strong chlorine smell. I'm cold and wet."

"Good, good. Continue, please. Describe what you see. Take your time to focus on any detail you want..."

And just as easily, our descent into his unknown parallel past has begun. I lie back into my chair and listen to his words:

...

It's dark. Almost. Lights are off, the sun is setting outside. The windows dye water surface of an orange shade. There's water, a lot! I'm... in a swimming pool. We're getting out.

>"Who's we?"

I don't know. The other children. They're my swimming teammates. The swimming instructor is talking to us, he's not very pleased. I can't tell why.

>"Don't worry. Continue."

I'm walking around the pool rim, the thub is really massive. I find myself covered in pool salts, it tingles everywhere. I'm heading to the boys locker room. I want to take a shower.

But... There's a woman standing there. She's my stepmother. She's saying something I can't quite understand. Then she leads me to the girls locker room. We get inside together.

There's... t-there are girls everywhere! They're scanning me with a mixture of anger and disgust in their eyes. I can't help myself but stare at them. Some girls are topless or naked, all holding their nipples and groin out of my sight with hands or crumpled clothes. They all look pissed. My mother in law seems careless about it. She's just pushing me across the hall, to the showers. I am speechless.

As before, many girls both younger and older than me are washing naked. Totally naked. I am feeling something. It feels good... is it... excitement?

My mother. My stepmother, is saying something. Something but-

>"Please Mike, try to focus. We're getting somewhere. Try to remember her words for me, can you?"

She... She's saying... talking to me: "go Mike! Take a shower!". I am embarassed. Why am I in the girls showers? "But mom! These are the girls' shower!" I reply. She's giving me her angry face. "So what? I can't join you in the boys lockers, so we're here. Now wash!"

The girls are gazing me with squeamish and prudish faces, squirming and whining ashamed. I watch them without even knowing what to do. My mom's gonna beat me up if I don't do what she wants. So I slowly stroll in front of the showers, looking for a free one. I'm turning red for my awkward position, but at the same time I can't stop but observe such curious bodies.

Some have pointy nipples and nothing else on their chest, much like me. But some accomodate two bouncy, smooth and round breasts. With pink soft nipples pointing towards me. I'm mesmerized. They're beautiful. Are girls supposed to be that beautiful? I just want to touch and sink in between them. Should I also suck on them? Those girls looks perfect to me!

But even more, I can't get over that thing. Girls don't have anything between their legs! How is that? Some has a perfectly smooth slit up between thighs. Just like a skin fold. Some show a pinkish skin strip peeping out, just a bit. And some have a dense bush of pubic hair covering her crotch. Is that... what's that?

An awesome girl much older than me quickly realized I was fondling her curves with my eyes, scouting every crease of her perfect body. She's grossed out. I take the shower just next to her, without stop glancing to her body.

She then appeal my mom: "Isn't he old enough to shower with other men? Your son is a creep!". To which she respond amused: "He surely is. But I want him to shower in front of me. I wanna make sure he's well clean".

The girl puffs and try to cover her sensitive sex, but actually get the opposite effect. For some reason I find that embarassement even more entertaining and thrilling.

>"Mike! Stop harassing the young woman and start scrubbing!" mom yells at me "pull down your swimsuit!".

"But mom! There are girl around!"

>"So what? Aren't them also naked in front of you?"

"But they doesn't even have anything down there!"

My mom laughs playfully: "Well, everyone can agree your wee-wee is so small you won't qualify otherwise!".

All girls start laughing to that, even the beautiful one next to me. "Now show us, let us see what you're packing!".

I blush so bright I'm glowing red, holding my trunks tight. But the damage is done, now all the girls are gathering around, curious to give a look back to me.

>"Oh, c'mon! what's so difficult!" mom suddenly approaches, yanking down my underwear.

My exposed manhood twitch under the shower, more timid than ever. The girls start laughing and pointing at my ridiculously small penis and balls, giggling and whispering to each other. I can't hold back tears and start sobbing under the raining water, that luckly cover my tears. I feel horrible. Defeated. Humiliated. The girls that a few minutes ago considered me a mannish threat, now are just wondering how I could even touch them with such useless tools. My ballsies also tucked up in shame, pointing out my little fella even more.

>"Start wiping already!" mom insist, tossing me a shampoo flask.

So I start soaping all my body, from head to toes, unable to stop crying. The roles switched and now is the older girl watching me shower, never ever losing sight of my little penis, flapping even so slightly at my every step.

Then something interesting happens, brushing my groin. I started rubbing down there in hope some foam could cover my genitalia, but I got a taste of a delicate touch, and I liked it. Surrounded by many girls, with sexual beings everywhere and no place for my eyes to rest, I started rubbing and stroking my tiny dick staring into those majestic boobs. Girl were confused at first, but then understood what I was doing.

Seeing me masturbating at the sight of her, the beautiful lady calls upon my mother once again: "Eww! Gross! Is that what you taught him?".

She replies strongly as before: "Don't tell me you've never seen a dick before. If you can call that minuscule thing a dick, that is".

The girl is backing up, and I take courage, even if I understand my mom just made fun of my measures again. And continues: "You look like the kind of girl that took quite a few to be honest", said my mom sizing up her round and plenty chest, down to her perfectly shaved pussy. Her flushing cheeks redden like rose blossoms. I couldn't resist anymore. I had to touch her.

I assaulted that goddess right then, hugging her leg and groping her breast, thrusting my semy-stiff rod on her buttocks. I wasn't even big enough to enter any of her holes, but she jumped sideways pushing me away.

>"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" she screamed, and slapped me hard on my cheek.

Her huge smack stunned me, I lost balance and rolled ass to the ground. All the girl were watching in shock.

>"Your son really need a good lesson to learn, Miss! Punish him now!" said the girl to my mom, that replied back:
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>"Sorry, I don't hit my son." I breathe a sigh of relief "But you can always handle him yourself, if you want... do whatever to him, I don't really care."

And just like that, my stepmother leaves the locker room, dropping me to the cares of many angry and astonished girls.

I'm trying standing up, but the beautiful lady I've assaulted takes charge of the situation and suddenly stomp on my little testicles with her left foot, smashing them on a shower tile. A sharp pain rises from my scrote all the way to my belly. I'm trying to cup my hurting gonads, but her foot is still there squishing them down. Unable to move for the pain, I start holding her leg, in a desperate attempt to relieve her weight crushing my delicate berries. I can almost feel them sink and flatten down as she slowly shift her whole body weight on my sore manhood.

"Please, please stop, you're breaking them!" I plea her.

>"Awww, now you're talking, uh? Why don't we start with some good manners, little boy?", she push on my nuts even harder.

"Please, please!"

>"Please what? Please crush them? Please break my useless tiny testicles?"

"NO, no please!"

>"SAY IT! Say: please Miss, spare my useless nuts even if I totally deserve to be castrated."

"Plese Ms spr m usls ntz evn ttl dsv tb cstrd" I babble cause I can feel the tonsils swelling in my throat.

>"I CAN'T HEAR YOU!" 

She rise her right foot, unleashing a wave of terrifying pain throughout my whole body. I can feel my balls are seconds away from bursting open.

"PLEASE MISS, SPARE MY USELESS NUTS EVEN IF I TOTALLY DESERVE TO BE CASTARED!"

>"The what? Castared? It's C\_A\_S\_T\_R\_A\_T\_E\_D, silly! Try saying it properly!", she mocks me.

I can't stand it a millisecond more, I'm shaking under her foot, my whole body twisted and contorted around her powerful leg. My trapped jewels are giving up under her fabulous bodyweight.

"I don't even know what it means! Please, you're breaking them!", I say in a last attempt to win her compassion.

She smirk in an evil grin, but then stands with both feet, releasing my little balls from her death press.

>"So you don't know what castration means? Say no more, I'll just show you!", she promptly makes sign to four other strong girls to get me.

All the girls that were just standing there, enjoying the show until now, were shaken back into existence by the goddess command. They started chattering and engage together, and some even begun rubbing the little pearl at the top of their private crevice. I can't explain it better, but that sight is turning me on, even if my sexual organs ache like exposed nerves. Then four grown girls grab me while I'm still cupping my poor groin, locking my arms and legs wide spread, standing supported by them. I was in such pain I couldn't even stand normally. Then the girl leader menacingly approaches again. I'd like to run, but I can't even walk, or move. I can just stare in front of me, where her awesome breasts stretch over my face as she bend over to reach down between my legs. I just realized the pain is not over yet. I'd really want to vanish right now. I feel trapped, endangered, threaten. Powerless.

>"You know what, I feel that since you're taking the whole punishment...", says catching my dicklet with two fingers and analysing it with strange care.
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>"I'd say it's fair you get also the whole offense...", include starting a smooth motion of her hand.

She's slightly moving her fingers up and down my shaft, her nipples jiggling a few inches away from my face. She then drop on her knees and take my penis in her mouth. What is she doing? She's gonna bite it off? Oooh, but it feels so good, tho! My dickhead is sliding in and out of her soft lips, getting wet on her tongue and sucked into her mouth hole. Her teeth touches my glans a little painfully even if so slightly, but it's totally worth the feeling of being kissed and licked on my little dong. It all lasted less than a minute, then she got back to using her two fingers to caress my two and a half inches of fully erect penis, from tip to bottom, in a skilled rythmic motion. She smiles looking in my pleasure delighted eyes, supporting her massive tits with her free arm.

>"I think it's time to tell you, my boy, what castration means...", she says, as all the younger girls come closer to listen.
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>"What you don't know yet, is that men use their wiener to penetrate our kitty. That's what we call sex... Well, at least the ones with a decent size does...", judges watching down on me.
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>"It needs to get hard and fully erect like you're now before sliding in and out of our pussy. But even more importantly, when they enjoy sex too much, they shoot a few drops of sticky mess from the top of the penis."

To better explain, she shove her pinky nail into my glans hole, painfully penetrating a little.

>"That nasty thing is called sperm, semen, jizz, cum or baby butter. But in short, when those few drops are shoot into our belly through the kitty..."

She slides her middle finger over her clit and along her vulva, fully sticking it inside of her and back out, shouting a little howl of pleasure.

>"We get pregnant, and after nine months a baby is born. That's how human reproduce, little boy. Forget about flowers and bees, kids comes from between women legs, but only if a man plant his seed in there before".

She's still pleasuring both of us, stroking my little fella and rubbing her clit with her free hand.

>"And hence, here's where your stupid testicles come into play!"

She stops touching herself and instead grab my scrotum. The testes are trying to hide inside my body, but with a skilled squeeze, she pop them back out. Sealing the top of the scrotum by tightening thumb and index around it, cuts off every way out. Trapped in their sack, my testicles are starting to swell painfully due to her strong grip.

>"Your testicles are so little, they still had not their chance to grow in size and hang low, but... however."

Without any warning, she yanks them down really hard, putting a lot of butterflies in my abdomen and almost plucking them off.

>"Here, look at these. These bean-shaped tiny organs are called testicles and they're really delicate and precious for a male. Maybe you still think they store piss or whatever idiocy your friends told about them, but actually they produce two really important things for a man: testosterone and sperm cells. Testosterone is a substance that literally makes men what they are. You can't grow muscles, body hair or a masculine voice without it. You also can't get your prick hard without testosterone, leaving you impotent, unable to have sex with girls."

She's now graciously watching my nuts getting purple in her unforgiving hand, without any hint of letting them go.

>"But that won't matter anyway, because the other thing that your nuts produce, sperm cells, are literally carrying your gene pool and you can't have babies without them!".

She starts squeezing harder and harder, until they turn red.

>"And so now you understand, castration is when a male get his balls cut off. We actually use it a lot in farms and on pets, we cut males balls off to temper their behavior and prevent unwanted pregnancies. After being castrated, a male lose all interest in females and sexual pleasure. It leaves them nutless, emasculated, unmanned. Without testicles, you just won't be a man anymore. And it's a surprisingly easy and effective surgery to pull off! I've castrated some young bulls and goats myself, but I've never castrated a little boy before!"

Her smile gets wider and meaner, squeezing more and more, turning my poor balls from red to white.

"Please, I'm-mh mh-!"

I'm trying to wiggle and scream for help, but they're holding me tight and one girl plug my mouth with her swimming undies, keeping it shut with her hand.

>"I think it's time for a demonstration!"

And right away she resume wanking my pee-pee, still squeezing my nuts over the edge of painfully endurable, into the territory of 'please just cut them off!'.

This time I remain hard down there, and to assist her two finger strokes, she moves her titties just close enough for my sensible tip to gently rub her soft nipple. I don't know if I'd rather scream in pain or pleasure, but I've never felt something so intense in my life. She's making eye contact while patiently masturbating me, pressing on my dangly bits in her grasp so hard, that I can literally feel them desperately pull back in a hopeless attempt to empty themself. And surely enough, I couldn't resist for much at this point. That idea hit me: my first time is going to be with a girl's hand, while my balls are getting destroyed by her. Incapable of resisting her beauty and expert touch, after a few seconds my little cock start throbbing uncontrollably, squirting just two drops of transparent semen on her majestic breast and nothing else. She's trying to squeeze the cum out of my balls and milk my shrinking donger, but without success.

>"Aww, look at that! That's your first cummie, isn't it? Sadly your berries are not mature enough to impregnate a girl, sperm color is not quite right. And after what I've done today, probably never will!"

She giggle with the other girls, scooping my first cum with her finger and slurping it.

>"Nice taste tho, really sweet! And watery texture too, yummy! I can't wait to find out what else is hiding into this nutsack!" she wonders pulling down my scrotum pinching the bottom of it.
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>"The thing is, cutting the balls off is not the only way to neuter a male... Another really popular way is to rupture and crush them in a fine paste of not-so-more-reproductive organs! What do you think girls, should we find out how durable testicles really are?"

A quick applause and ovation of the others establishes my reckless fate.

Already squeezed to the extreme, she finally decide to let go, watching them hang lower than ever. After a few seconds of contemplation, she carelessly suck them in her greedy mouth. It's again painful and pleasurable at the same time. It's a tickling sensation, but it's also like having them pulled in a vacuum. At least until she gets them into position. She keeps my tiny peanuts in between her cheek teeth, like a squirrel with walnuts. And she start biting. Hard. Harder. And Harder! Until I can feel a sharp pain swimming upstream my cords and vessels, shocking my nerves. She's flattening and deforming my testicles with her molars, and the worst thing is I can feel every single pointy and sharp edge of her teeth. It's excruciating like having them smashed with rocks. I can hear the girls joy and amusement when I tense up and start shaking, because the inside of my balls is being squished like pulp from a fruit. I'm about to faint out, I just can't take it anymore...

Just when I'm about to lose it, she spits my testicles out.

>"Wow, that's just like two little grapes! It's so awesome, I think biting down full force they would explode as cherry tomatoes! Luckly for you I'm not done yet!"

Without even letting me breathe she grabs my testicles with both hands, sinking her front teeth in. This time the pain is even worse, with my poor balls to the point of splitting in half. I just let my whole body fall off, but the girls keep me in place. She's biting increasingly harder, burying her incisors deeper and deeper into my tender meat. I can feel her mouth just half an inch from being completely shut. And she's even holding back: if only she wanted to, she could have easily snapped my balls in half like a bear trap. Or squished like grapes in a vice the time before. This agony only last about a minute, as she's pleased with the results of her test.

>"Yep! I could have totally neutered him! Easy peasy!" confirm with the other girls "but what about my hands, am I strong enough to castrate him barehanded?"

She's watching me directly in my eyes filled with tears, taking a minute to let her feelings sink in.

"ps... le... a... se... pls... n..."

I can't really wring out any real word through the girl underwear in my mouth, but I believe she understood I'm begging for my balls. Surprisingly, she cast out the lady keeping me quiet and removes her underwear stick to my palate.

"Please Miss, please spare my balls! It hurts so bad Mistress, please!"

I hasten to gasp out, as a final resort to let them stop this brutal summary trial.

>"Is it so bad, my little boy? Mh-mh, does them hurt sooo bad?"

"Yes Miss, please, god they hurt so bad!"

>"Well the thing is, my dear, that you tried raping me just a few minutes ago. According to law, non-consensual sex is punished with immediate castration and not less than twenty years of hard labor. And I am being generous just because your pathetic dick couldn't get into my cunt even if you wanted to. You're so small being castrated is a gift more than a punishment, but anyway, I don't think you learned your lesson just yet..."

"No Miss no, I did! I DID! I won't touch girls ever again, please! PLEASE LET ME KEEP MY BAAALLSSS!"

I'm crying uncontrollably now, as she come closer and closer, wiping my tears with her silky melons.

>"Sssh, sh shsh! Don't cry little baby, here! Suck on my boobs and hide your face in there if you're scared. Everything's gonna be alright! Just hold my breast ad let all the pain slip away..."

She's caressing my hair and holding me tight to her chest, whispering reassuring words into my ear. The girls are just watching at this point, many of which dripping soaking wet or already came touching themselves.

>"It's ok, it's ok now... It's gonna hurt just a bit, I promise!"

Betraying her promises, her hand reach down for my aching ballsack once more, squeezing both of my already squishy testicles in her strong hand. This time no fancy build up or anything, she just dug her nails into my balls with all her strength, crushing them to the point where I could feel them deforming in her fist. In just a couple seconds my testes were in a pain that I've never felt before. It wasn't just the nut that was hurting, but everything! It's the scrote, the vessels, the cords, the pube and even my lower abdomen. Her hand suddenly clamped completely in a weird popping motion. A moment before I could feel my testicles being ruthlessly crushed, the moment after, nothing in there at all. A deep and throbbing suffering made my whole body shake, without even time to react. I'm really about to throw up, and I can't do anything other than hanging onto the huge breasts of the girl that just broke my testicles forever.

>"Is it done already? No more balls? Your sac surely feels empty... Yep! Not a single meatball in there... you're well castrated my dear. That was easy! I can't believe neutering a man is that simple."

She doesn't even let go, but grinding and wringing my ballsack to make sure nothing functional is left inside. She wants to be sure I won't touch a girl ever again. Or even talk to them. I hate her for this, but I just can't stop admiring her perfect body. Even the pain ease up once she stop torturing my spoiled gonads. Watching down there, I can see my completely empty scrotum shriveled up to the groin and my penis just half hard shrinking to a pink noodle. Watching closely, I can see something creamy sliding down Miss tummy and sneak into her girly slit. Her kitty is covered in my immature semen. I just came without any reason as she was squishing my ballsies for good. Maybe was just an attempt to spread my seeds before was too late. I came on her beautiful body and not in the shower sewers, at least... She must have noticed that too at some point, because she brushed it again using her fingertips, but this time instead of swallowing it, she used my juvenile cum as lube to slide middle and ring fingers inside of her. Once again, watching girls masturbate is an erotic incentive for me, burbed at its very beginning with the premature demise of my baby makers.

>"Well, you had to take a last cum afterall. It's just right, you won't knock me up. Even if your little swimmers get into my womb for a fortuitous event, my lover's strong sperm would dust them for sure!"

The other girls are playfully laughing and mimicking my balls being squished in their hands: 

>*"Crunch!"* 
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>*"POP-POP!"*
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>*"Bye bye little ballsies!"* 
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>*"Cluch! Castrated!"* 
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>*"Buuuh, I lost my testicles, buhuuu!"*
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>"Don't worry baby, being castrated is nothing to be ashamed of, really!", Miss is trying to comfort me as she please herself for her successful neutering job, "you won't even care about being nutless is a couple months, I promise!"

Another younger girl comes to me yelling: "He will once he'll become so soft even girl can bully him!" And without any further notice, her fist sink in my stomach. The pain is as sharp as before... and... what?

"Ouch! my balls!"

The bully is trying to ensure why I'm in so much pain: "Excuse me, your WHAT?". She's trying to move my arms and legs out of the way, and with her surprise, there they was: "Hey! This loser still have his fucking balls!".

Miss seems really surprised.

>"How is that... well, probably instead of squishing them for real I just pushed them so up in the inguinal canal that got lost in there!", Miss chuckles uncontrollably.

All the other girls seems disappointed by that finding, but my goddess surely was not.

>"More fun for everyone gals!"

They assaulted me again, this time tying my arms behind my back and my ankles to a broomstick with a bathrobe lace. I couldn't move much, but at least I could curl up in pain. Miss forced my balls into the scrotum wrapping a strong hair scrunchie four times around the cords. They were getting all blue after just a few minutes, but she insisted in keeping it on while all the girl took turns kicking, slapping, kneeing and punching my exposed balls. I don't know how I survived that day, all I can remember is my stepmother came back into the locker room a couple hours later and being completely disappointed in seeing my balls still attached to my body. They were all black and swollen as plums, but she really expected someone girl would claim my balls as a fancy locker decoration. My mom then released my wrists and ankles, pushing me under the shower, where she started rubbing to wash me. I could barely stand, my knees touching and trembling for the pain.

>"Those girl were not cutters, but sure enough knew how to damage gonads!" observed her, massaging my sore testicles inflated in my now too tight ballsack.
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>"I think we saved up a trip to the clinic! Yeah, feel that... they're squishy as gummy bears... Now we'll see if your father include me in his last will! No ballsies, no nephews! Ahahah! "

The week after I couldn't even walk, and my teste swell a lot doubling in size before shrinking to almost nothing. I had to take hormone supplements ever since, but I've never overcome the trauma of having my balls ruined for fun by a group of girls...

...

>"E-Ehm...excuse me... Ahem! M-M'AM!"

"Mh, fuck yeah, I mean... yes... now we know why you can't talk to girl, Mister James!" I try to recover my decency after the patient woke up to me legs open, fingering myself behind the sketchbook.

>"A-And what should we do now? I-I mean, now that I know that I'm even more terr-"

"Sadly our time just expired for today, But we'll surely figure out something next week!", I get rid of him really quickly, helping him stand up and escort him to the exit.

"Holy shit, that was close!" I think to myself, taking a vibrating egg from my drawer and wrapping in a condom before pushing it inside my cunt. I open up its app on my phone and set the intensity to max.

Meanwhile my legs shake, my back slips down the back of the chair and my hips trust rubbing my wet pussy on its leather seat. I can already feel myself being slowly filled with spasming pleasure, when I decide to write a message. I slide the chats until he's there: "Marcus".

\> Hey, so... you busy tonight?

>\> *Marcus is typing...*

**END of EP.0 !** 

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