A Bust in Time Pt. 2 - Never Meet your Idols

Part one: https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/s/u1EvHF5X1v


‘Get in there Gary, stop being difficult. You know what will happen if you don't follow instructions.’ Cassie pressed her hand on Gary's crotch to signal she meant business. 


‘Fuck sake Cassie, I don't want to do this anymore. I didn't envision you'd use this for your own perverted lustful ideas.’ Gary was practically pleading with Cassie. 


‘Oh, shush. You know I wasn't going to let you have all the fun. Now get the fuck in the capsule and stop being a pussy. I promise this next one will be much more fun.’ Cassie's smile told Gary she was lying. Her smile looked sinister beneath the false surface, and his assumption would be proved right soon enough. 


It had been a few days since Gary had first used the time machine to go back in the past and get busted by Queen Sabine. Since then he had avoided Cassie. But once again he had been called to the warehouse where the time machine was kept. The only thing that worked getting him there was deception. He had lost his wallet as Cassie had stolen it from his pocket to use as bait when he first used the machine. Now he was there in front of the machine again awaiting another visit to the past. One he was not looking forward to. 


Cassie stepped out and went to the module to initiate his visit back to the past. She was looking forward to this one. 


‘I'm so glad I went commando today.’ Cassie whispered to herself as she pressed the switch to start the time machine. She lifted her skirt up and inserted her sex toy into her vagina and turned on the vibration as she did so. The stimulation began to ease her tension as she watched the screen in front of her waiting for Gary to appear. 


‘This is fucked up. Gary muttered to himself as he felt the world around him go dark momentarily. 


He found himself in the lounge of a well furnished house. The decor immediately told him this wasn't too far in the past. Not as far back as the first trip back in time. He stood on an intricately decorated rug. As he looked in front of him he could see stacks of books along the wall. Famous artwork was framed in gold and he had a feeling he had seen something similar to this set up in some pictures online. 


Before he could look behind he felt a foot connect to his balls through his spread legs and he instantly felt the burning sensation in his balls and the searing pain in his stomach as he fell helplessly to the floor. He clutched his aching balls somehow trying to rid himself of the instant pain he had felt but it was useless. 


He heard a very feminine giggle out of sight as he clenched his eyes shut as the pain overriding his senses made him moan aloud. 


‘Well, I never knew it was this easy to get men to fall at my feet.’ The soft sexy voice from his attacker instantly sent his senses into horny mode. He knew that voice from somewhere, he recognised it. It was then the woman stood in front of him. His cock went rock hard despite the pain he was still feeling as he looked up at the woman now standing over him. 


He was staring at Marilyn Monroe. For one of the rarest moments in his life his mouth opened to speak, but his brain, shocked to see her, couldn't form any words to say. 


‘Cats gotcha tongue has it sweetie? Or do you like what ya see?’ She giggled again as Gary continued to stare at the sultry buxom blonde femine fatale in front of him. 


Gary knew she had been told to dress in her most seductive outfit. It had the desired effect. He had never seen a more beautiful woman in his life. All she wore was a pink silk negligee barely covering her ass. She also had a pink thong which Cassie had clearly given her. And she was barefoot. 


‘Take off your clothes for me sweetie. I wanna see what you look like naked.’Gary slowly undressed without moving an inch from his position on the floor. Marilyn had walked to the end of his feet and tapped her foot on the floor to show she was impatiently waiting for him to undress. 


He finally plucked up the courage to speak as he finished undressing. 


‘W-w-what y-y-year is it?’ it was important somehow for him to know. He knew her history, the struggle to find her own voice in the world, and ultimately her demise at the end. 


‘Tell you what sweetie, why don't you guess? But every wrong answer will result in a kick to those balls of yours. Cassie told me you love being kicked there.’ Marilyn slowly guided her right foot up the inside of Gary's left leg. When she reached his thigh she began stroking slowly up and down it. He was being edged very quickly to orgasm and he couldn't do a thing to stop it. He was mesmerized by the woman in front of him. 


‘If you cum before you get it right, you'll be in serious trouble.’ Marilyn patted his cock down on his chest to emphasize her point before she went back to stroking his thigh. But the serious look on her face told Gary she meant business. 


‘1960.’ Gary burst out desperate to get her foot away from his thigh. She lifted her foot off his thigh and slammed a kick hard into his balls. Her toes sunk into his meat and his cock slammed hard into his chest. The blow winded Gary instantly and his natural instinct to cover his balls as the pain suddenly reappeared in his balls was unbearable. As his hands went down he saw Marilyn kick them away, anger cascading all over her beautiful face. Fuck she was even more beautiful when she was pissed off Gary thought to himself. 


‘Wrong. Guess again, and for your balls sake you better get it right.’ Her taunt didn't go unnoticed. Gary looked up at her again, desperately trying to picture her hairstyle with a specific year. But the fog inside his brain from her blow was confusing him. 


‘Shit, fuck, urmmmmm 1955?’ Gary blurted out. This time Marilyn smiled, for a moment Gary thought he had got it right. Then he watched in horror as she swung her right foot back and slammed the middle of her foot into his tender balls. 


Gary began thrashing around in pain. His arms, desperate to cup his balls. He resisted the urge knowing Marilyn didn't want him to. The pain was horrific and he had to fight the sudden urge to be sick. 


‘Fuck, Jeez, Shit.’ Gary muttered barely audible as he desperately tried to regain his breathing. He was struggling badly and his hard cock was slowly shrinking as the pain overwhelmed the pleasure aspects within his brain. Marilyn watched with interest as she saw how easily she had taken complete control of him. She placed her toes on his cock and pressed it into his stomach, slowly she began stroking it back to full size as she leaned closer to him, making sure Gary got a full view of her ample bosom. 


‘Last guess sweetie. Get it wrong and boy you're in trouble. Real, real trouble.’ Her menacing words, the look of anger across her face as she tried to be as mean as she could began making Gary groan. He didn't want this. Not at all. 


‘1958?’ Gary desperately tried to predict the year. Why the fuck had he asked. Why the fuck did his stupid brain want to know! 


Marilyn lifted her foot off his cock right as he was about to explode his load. She didn't even hide her disappointment as she shook her head looking sad. She lifted her foot back and launched her hardest kick yet into his balls. Gary's head lifted off the floor in amazement as he felt all the wind leave his body. The pain was instantaneous within his burning nutsack. This time Marilyn didn't stop at the one kick. She swung her foot back without hesitation and slammed it home into his balls. She watched as Gary's eyes rolled back in his head, tears rolling down his cheeks and his body shaking flopping back down against the floor. He was on the verge of passing out. 


‘That's a home run if ever I saw one.’ She giggled at her own joke watching Gary barely even hear her. She crouched down beside him and slapped his face a few times to get his attention. 


‘It's 1962 sweetie. August 1st to be precise.’ Gary had regained a little of his senses, he knew it was mere days before her sad demise. Almost as if she knew what he was thinking she whispered into his ear. 


‘Cassie has told me what happens on the 5th. I'll be long gone from here before that day, don't you worry. Now let's get to the main event.’ She stood up and walked over to her closet. 


Gary rolled around finally able to cup his aching swelling balls. He took no interest in what Marilyn was doing, glad to have the break. When she came back over Marilyn grabbed Gary by his hair and began lifting him up. 


‘Sit against the wall sweetie. I've got a feeling you're gonna like what happens next.’ She giggled again. Gary slowly crawled over to the wall and was made to sit with his back against it. It was a solid cement wall easily able to take his weight propped up against it. 


‘Keep those legs spread for me sweetie.’ Gary watched in a daze as Marilyn put her right leg between his own legs. He slowly realized she had put some kitten heels on, Small dainty sexy slip on ones with a small stiletto heel. He had no resistance left within him. She easily lifted her heel up inside her shoe and grabbed his cock and balls within her small hand. He watched her place them both against the middle of her shoe and then place her heel on top. She then put all her weight onto his cock and balls whilst lifting her left foot in the air. 


‘Oh, fuck, nooooooo.’ Gary screamed in agony as he felt his cock and balls being flattened against her heel. She began giggling as she watched Gary scream in pain, his face contorted in utter agony. He instantly grabbed her thigh somehow thinking it would ease the crushing of his cock and balls but it had no effect. He had always dreamed of this woman and how sexy it would be to feel her thighs in the throngs of ecstasy But now he was fighting to survive and losing. 


‘Get your hands off me you pig, why do all men want something they can't have.’ She slapped his face to get him to let go of her thigh but Gary couldn't let go. The pain was controlling his mind and he couldn't stop his body shaking. 


Gary knew he was going to lose his balls if she didn't stop. He was screaming so loud it was impossible to hear anything else. With her free left leg Marilyn shoved it against his mouth subsiding the screaming just enough to speak over the noise he was making. 


‘I just love crushed nuts sweetie.’ She winked seductively at him and watched as he began crying again. She laughed aloud now watching him lose his mind at the pain he was going through. 


Finally after that felt like forever she lifted her heel and allowed Gary to remove his nearly ruined balls. He got no rest at all though as Marilyn turned her back against him and lifted her heels in the air. 


‘I'm not finished yet sweetie. I'll even let you worship my ass for this next one.’ Gary couldn't register what she had said. The warning went completely unnoticed as she sank both her heels into a testicle each. She placed her ass just in front of his face and as soon as Gary realized what was happening, when the pain suddenly shot his senses into overload his face moved forward fast, slamming into her ass. 


As her heels began tearing away at his nutmeat Gary screamed in agony into Marilyn's ass. His balls were on the verge of being completely destroyed by the goddess of his dreams and all Gary could do was scream into her ass. His hot teary face buried deep between her cheeks. He didn't hear the beeping sounds from the device. He didn't register anything as he felt his balls losing the fight to survive. 


Suddenly it went dark. He returned to the present still screaming as he suddenly realized he had survived by the skin of his teeth. His eyes fixed onto Cassie as she was riding herself through an intense orgasm. He felt his balls and even though they felt normal and unswollen, the pain was embedded within his brain. He banged furiously on the chamber to be released but was left waiting for over ten minutes before Cassie finally lifted herself slowly from her seat and walked over to open the door. 


‘Holy fuck Gary. I've never orgasmed that intensely in my life. Wow. I was non stop from her first kick to the last second.’ Cassie, hot and flustered, spoke as if in daze to Gary. 


‘What's wrong with you? You're still okay and intact. I told you, everything will go back to normal when you return. You worry too much.’ Cassie laughed at Gary who was still upset and clearly distressed. 


‘The memories still exist here Cassie.’ Gary pointed at the side of his temple. ‘It's fucking real to me. This serves no fucking purpose to anyone but your own wild fantasies.’ Gary spoke clearly angry. 


‘Actually, you're wrong. Remember what Marilyn said to you? She doesn't die now in 1962. In fact we've changed history. She's still alive today. At 97 would you believe it? In fact, one of the bargaining terms of getting her away from danger was you.’ Cassie looked at him seriously. 


‘Me, what the fuck has this to do with me?’ Gary shouted back. 


‘Well, let me explain. She didn't believe me at first. So I promised her I'd present a guy at a specific time and place for the purposes of ballbusting. And clearly she believed me enough to follow up on her plan to leave her house for a holiday. But there's one problem.’ Cassie shrugged at Gary. 


‘What's the problem?’ Gary tentatively asked? 


‘Well, she wants you to return for further ballbusting going forward.’ Cassie bit her lip awaiting Gary's obvious reaction. 


‘But she's seriously fucking evil.’ Gary replied, looking utterly crestfallen. 


Cassie put her arm around him reassuringly. 


‘But she promised to wear boots next time. Long, leather boots.’ Cassie soothingly stroked his back. Smiling as she realized She had won the battle and the war.