Mary has to take care of her friends son... (Ballbusting SPH)

Sunday evening arrived, and as planned, Mary drove over to Tony's house while his mother was on her way out for a weeklong trip. As Mary walked through the front door, she could hear the shower running upstairs. Her heart raced with anticipation; this was her chance to finally see if the young man had what it took to satisfy her.


Mary crept up the staircase and silently approached the bathroom door, her breathing heavy with excitement. Without a moment's hesitation, she flung open the shower curtain, revealing Tony in all his naked glory. Her eyes widened as she saw what lay before her - small, raisin-sized balls and a tiny penis that seemed to shrink even more under her gaze.


"Oh my," Mary breathed out, a mixture of disappointment and amusement on her face. "It seems like I've found myself quite the little man." She stepped into the shower, completely unfazed by the water drenching her clothes. With a wicked grin, she reached forward and cupped Tony's delicate balls in her hand, giving them a gentle squeeze to test their resilience.


Tony gasped in shock and tried to cover himself with his hands, but Mary was quicker. She grabbed both of his wrists firmly and pinned them against the wall above him. "Now now," she purred. "No need for modesty here. You wanted me to see you, remember? Let's just make sure we're all on equal terms."


Mary continued her exploration, gripping Tony's balls tightly and pulling them away from his body. He winced in pain but couldn't escape her iron grip. "I hope you like this," she said teasingly, giving his balls a quick tug before releasing them with an audible pop.


Tony's face was contorted in discomfort, and he let out a low moan as Mary continued to squeeze and prod at his sensitive genitals. She seemed to derive immense pleasure from his pain, her eyes sparkling with sadistic delight. "You know," she mused aloud, "I think it's time for some changes around here."


As Tony shivered under her touch, Mary instructed him to finish rinsing off and step out of the shower. She handed him a small towel, which he gratefully accepted before awkwardly drying himself off. All the while, Mary's eyes never left his pathetic excuse for a penis, smirking at its pitiful state.


"Now," she said once Tony was (mostly) dry, "we need to establish some ground rules." She grabbed his hand and led him downstairs to the living room, where they sat on opposite ends of the couch. "From now on, you will be sleeping in your birthday suit when I'm here. No clothes allowed."


Tony blushed furiously but didn't argue, knowing there was no point in resisting her demands. Mary noticed his compliance and nodded approvingly. "Good boy," she praised him, reaching out to give his balls a gentle slap for emphasis.


The rest of the evening passed uneventfully as they watched TV together - or rather, Mary watched while Tony squirmed uncomfortably under her occasional ballbusting sessions. She seemed to derive pleasure from tormenting him, and he could do nothing but endure it.


As bedtime approached, Mary guided Tony upstairs and into his room. She inspected the sheets critically before declaring them satisfactory for their night's sleep. "Now," she said firmly, "strip down and get in bed."


Tony hesitated but ultimately did as he was told, feeling incredibly vulnerable standing naked next to the beautiful woman who now had complete control over his life. Mary watched with amusement as he climbed into bed, her eyes lingering on his tiny penis as it flopped sadly against his thigh.


Mary joined him in bed soon after, settling herself comfortably beside him. She reached out and gently stroked Tony's cheek before moving her hand lower to cup his balls once more. "Sleep tight," she whispered seductively, giving them a soft squeeze that sent tingles down his spine.


Throughout the night, Mary would occasionally wake up and squeeze Tony's balls to ensure he was awake - or at least aware of her presence. It became a ritual of sorts; every hour on the hour, she would give his tiny testicles a gentle reminder that they belonged to her now.


The following days blurred together in a whirlwind of ballbusting and humiliation for Tony. Mary made sure he was always naked when she was around, whether they were watching TV, eating dinner, or simply lounging on the couch. She would often reach out to squeeze his balls without warning or explanation, laughing at the shocked expression that crossed his face each time.


Tony tried to adjust to this new lifestyle as best he could, but it was a struggle. His penis and balls had become public property, open for inspection and abuse by Mary whenever she desired. He found himself constantly on edge, never knowing when the next squeeze or punch would come.


On Friday night, however, things took an unexpected turn. As Tony lay in bed beside Mary, he felt a sudden stirring in his loins - despite her constant torment, his tiny penis had somehow managed to become erect. Emboldened by the situation, he decided to take matters into his own hands (or at least try).


Slowly and carefully, Tony rolled onto his side and shifted closer to Mary, hoping to slip his dick inside her without waking her up. But as he pressed against her backside, he realized that his penis was simply too small - it couldn't even reach the entrance of her vagina.


Defeated, Tony lay back down and stared at the ceiling, feeling more useless than ever before. Mary stirred beside him, seemingly sensing his presence. "What's wrong?" she asked sleepily, rolling onto her side to face him.


Tony blushed furiously but didn't answer, hoping she wouldn't notice his erection or the reason behind it. Unfortunately for him, Mary was far too perceptive - and amused by what she saw. "Well well," she said with a smirk, reaching down to stroke his tiny dick gently. "It seems like someone wants attention."


Tony squirmed under her touch but didn't resist as Mary continued to tease him, alternating between soft strokes and firm squeezes that left him panting with need. She seemed to delight in his discomfort, using it as a form of control over him.


Finally, unable to take any more, Tony let out a desperate moan and climaxed weakly onto his stomach, his penis twitching pathetically as the last drops of semen oozed out. Mary watched with satisfaction before rolling over and falling back asleep, leaving Tony alone in his shame.


The next morning, Mary woke up early to prepare breakfast for both of them. As usual, she started her day by squeezing Tony's balls, eliciting a groan from him as he slowly came awake. "Good morning," she said cheerfully, giving his tiny dick a playful tug before releasing it with a pop.


Tony sat up in bed and rubbed his eyes wearily, still feeling the effects of last night's humiliation. He watched as Mary sauntered out of the room, her hips swaying seductively underneath her thin robe. It was clear that she had no intention of stopping her torment anytime soon - if anything, it seemed to be increasing in intensity with each passing day.


The rest of Saturday passed much like the previous days; Mary continued her relentless campaign of ballbusting and humiliation, ensuring that Tony never forgot his place beneath her. By Sunday morning, he was exhausted both physically and mentally, longing for his mother's return so that things could go back to normal (or at least some semblance of it).


As Mary prepared to leave later that afternoon, she pulled Tony aside for a final chat. "Remember," she said firmly, looking him straight in the eye, "you belong to me now. Don't forget that." She gave his balls one last squeeze before turning and walking out the door, leaving Tony alone with his thoughts - and his painfully tiny penis.


As soon as his mother returned later that day, Tony rushed into her arms, desperate for comfort after a week of torment. He knew he couldn't tell her what had happened; instead, he simply enjoyed the safety and security of being back in her presence once more.


Little did he know that Mary would return for another visit soon enough - and this time, she wouldn't be content with mere ballbusting. She had plans for Tony, and those plans involved giving him a taste of just how small his dick truly was...