The Ballbusting Pervert: Chapter 4
**Chapter 4: Anna**
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Remember how I said John only told one person about his powers?
It is 8 PM as he stumbles into the house bow-legged, unable to properly walk from the pain of having his balls even touch his thighs. Somehow they survived the day-long torture they had endured, though he has never known pain like that he has just experienced.
As he slowly makes his way down the hall, careful not to make any sudden movements, he hears his mother call out to him from the living room.
“John, is that you?”, she asks, to which he replies with a groan, “Yeah… it's me”.
“Oh good, Anna's up in your room waiting for you! Have you eaten? You were out for quite a while…”
John suppresses another groan before muttering out an acknowledgement and making his way up the stairs. Anna, his precious girlfriend, is the only other person on God's green earth who knows about his power; and is probably the person he was least hoping to see tonight. He loves her of course, though she can be quite… sadistic, it should be said. This was great for John before he could scratch the itch of his fetish whenever he felt like it, but today he has had more than his fill.
Then again it would be great to share his experiences with a like minded person, he thinks, and his mood brightens somewhat before he opens his bedroom door.
[\- Anna -](https://ibb.co/Sd9QnqV)
“Baby! Your home, I was getting a little worried… Oh, oh I know that look…you… you got your berries busted didn't you? Poor thing, come here, I'll make you feel better… Tell me all about it…”
John feels his lip quiver slightly as he thinks back to the unholy things Dakota did to his most precious organs, but he holds back his tears…
“I… I don't want to… it's too hard to explain…” he mumbles, slowly and carefully getting onto his bed to minimise the pain. Anna comes to sit beside him, stroking his hair gently.
“I understand… but you did promise to share with me when you started doing things…” She complains with puppy eyes, before her tone takes a sudden turn and she says, “Or do I have to make you?”.
John looks up at her pleadingly, realising he has no choice but to relent. Still unable to find the words, he instead pulls out the camera he had been recording all his exploits on and hands it to her with a resigned frown.
Anna gives a satisfied grin as she connects it to her laptop, opening the first file; the file labelled ‘Sandra’. The video is around 10 minutes long and shows in great detail all the things John's mother did to his balls that morning. Anna watches with an open mouth, having severely underestimated how far John would manage to go with his powers, and how nonchalant Sandra had been when greeting her now knowing what she had gotten up to that day.
She feels butterflies in her stomach and tingles between her legs as she watches her boyfriend's balls get squashed under his own mother's feet, and she moves up into the bed beside him. By the time the video ends, she is breathing heavily and has one hand resting between her legs and the other on John's thigh.
“Wow, that was… crazy. I can't believe she did that so easily…”
John stays silent, gazing wistfully at the face of his sadistic belle. She doesn't say anything more as she clicks the second video, labelled ‘Peyton’. The video is around 5 minutes long and far more action packed than the previous, and Anna begins giggling as she watches it.
“Oh my God, she's really wailing on those things! She looks so angry… \*snigger\*”
As the video progresses, she begins slowly rubbing her finger around her clit through her clothes, while her other hand rolls John's sensitive balls around in his sack. She isn't at all rough, though even the slightest touch causes indescribable agony to John's bruised plums.
“Please, honey…don't touch them…” John pleads through gritted teeth, which she wholeheartedly ignores. In tandem with Peyton's punches increasing in tempo, Anna begins pinching and squeezing his fat left ball. A tear silently rolls down his cheek.
The video comes to an end quicker than the first, though Anna is getting increasingly worked up. She slips her pants off, and before John can say anything she hops up to straddle his chest.
“This is unbelievable… I thought you would just come back with one kick or something, not this… it's making me a little jealous, honestly… I know I've done some fucked up things to your balls but I'm felling left out; I'm going to sit on your face, okay baby?”
All John can say is a hushed “Wait-”, before his words are cut short by his girlfriend's wet pussy. She sits on his face, leaning back and putting her legs between his. She bends down to open the next video labelled Dakota, and plops her feet down onto his balls to mimic the video.
[\- Representation -](https://ibb.co/zhBFFGX)
John's balls are already swollen to easily twice their size, and he begins unapologetically sobbing as Anna's toes enter their meat. His pleas for mercy turning into moans for someone, anyone to help him only serve to create more pleasurable vibrations which she greatly enjoys.
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John isn't sure how long this lasted, having faded in and out of consciousness multiple times during the whole ordeal. He doesn't know yet that Anna recorded the whole thing, having used him as a glorified sex toy for nearly two hours while watching a compilation of the days greatest ballbusting hits. She of course transferred the videos to her own collection.
Eventually though, things came to an end… after Anna came about 20 times.
She hops down off the bed, her legs wobbly and weak from having orgasmed so much, before she bends down to kiss John softly on the cheek. He mumbles something incoherent, and she wishes him goodnight.
Truth be told, John had one of the deepest sleeps of his life that night, his body completely exhausted from what it had gone through. If it weren't for the lingering pain in his testicles he would have woken up the next morning feeling refreshed and ready to take on anything…
Anything except some ballbusting bitches, that is; at least for now.
​
Remember how I said John only told one person about his powers?
It is 8 PM as he stumbles into the house bow-legged, unable to properly walk from the pain of having his balls even touch his thighs. Somehow they survived the day-long torture they had endured, though he has never known pain like that he has just experienced.
As he slowly makes his way down the hall, careful not to make any sudden movements, he hears his mother call out to him from the living room.
“John, is that you?”, she asks, to which he replies with a groan, “Yeah… it's me”.
“Oh good, Anna's up in your room waiting for you! Have you eaten? You were out for quite a while…”
John suppresses another groan before muttering out an acknowledgement and making his way up the stairs. Anna, his precious girlfriend, is the only other person on God's green earth who knows about his power; and is probably the person he was least hoping to see tonight. He loves her of course, though she can be quite… sadistic, it should be said. This was great for John before he could scratch the itch of his fetish whenever he felt like it, but today he has had more than his fill.
Then again it would be great to share his experiences with a like minded person, he thinks, and his mood brightens somewhat before he opens his bedroom door.
[\- Anna -](https://ibb.co/Sd9QnqV)
“Baby! Your home, I was getting a little worried… Oh, oh I know that look…you… you got your berries busted didn't you? Poor thing, come here, I'll make you feel better… Tell me all about it…”
John feels his lip quiver slightly as he thinks back to the unholy things Dakota did to his most precious organs, but he holds back his tears…
“I… I don't want to… it's too hard to explain…” he mumbles, slowly and carefully getting onto his bed to minimise the pain. Anna comes to sit beside him, stroking his hair gently.
“I understand… but you did promise to share with me when you started doing things…” She complains with puppy eyes, before her tone takes a sudden turn and she says, “Or do I have to make you?”.
John looks up at her pleadingly, realising he has no choice but to relent. Still unable to find the words, he instead pulls out the camera he had been recording all his exploits on and hands it to her with a resigned frown.
Anna gives a satisfied grin as she connects it to her laptop, opening the first file; the file labelled ‘Sandra’. The video is around 10 minutes long and shows in great detail all the things John's mother did to his balls that morning. Anna watches with an open mouth, having severely underestimated how far John would manage to go with his powers, and how nonchalant Sandra had been when greeting her now knowing what she had gotten up to that day.
She feels butterflies in her stomach and tingles between her legs as she watches her boyfriend's balls get squashed under his own mother's feet, and she moves up into the bed beside him. By the time the video ends, she is breathing heavily and has one hand resting between her legs and the other on John's thigh.
“Wow, that was… crazy. I can't believe she did that so easily…”
John stays silent, gazing wistfully at the face of his sadistic belle. She doesn't say anything more as she clicks the second video, labelled ‘Peyton’. The video is around 5 minutes long and far more action packed than the previous, and Anna begins giggling as she watches it.
“Oh my God, she's really wailing on those things! She looks so angry… \*snigger\*”
As the video progresses, she begins slowly rubbing her finger around her clit through her clothes, while her other hand rolls John's sensitive balls around in his sack. She isn't at all rough, though even the slightest touch causes indescribable agony to John's bruised plums.
“Please, honey…don't touch them…” John pleads through gritted teeth, which she wholeheartedly ignores. In tandem with Peyton's punches increasing in tempo, Anna begins pinching and squeezing his fat left ball. A tear silently rolls down his cheek.
The video comes to an end quicker than the first, though Anna is getting increasingly worked up. She slips her pants off, and before John can say anything she hops up to straddle his chest.
“This is unbelievable… I thought you would just come back with one kick or something, not this… it's making me a little jealous, honestly… I know I've done some fucked up things to your balls but I'm felling left out; I'm going to sit on your face, okay baby?”
All John can say is a hushed “Wait-”, before his words are cut short by his girlfriend's wet pussy. She sits on his face, leaning back and putting her legs between his. She bends down to open the next video labelled Dakota, and plops her feet down onto his balls to mimic the video.
[\- Representation -](https://ibb.co/zhBFFGX)
John's balls are already swollen to easily twice their size, and he begins unapologetically sobbing as Anna's toes enter their meat. His pleas for mercy turning into moans for someone, anyone to help him only serve to create more pleasurable vibrations which she greatly enjoys.
\- - - - - - - - - - - - -
John isn't sure how long this lasted, having faded in and out of consciousness multiple times during the whole ordeal. He doesn't know yet that Anna recorded the whole thing, having used him as a glorified sex toy for nearly two hours while watching a compilation of the days greatest ballbusting hits. She of course transferred the videos to her own collection.
Eventually though, things came to an end… after Anna came about 20 times.
She hops down off the bed, her legs wobbly and weak from having orgasmed so much, before she bends down to kiss John softly on the cheek. He mumbles something incoherent, and she wishes him goodnight.
Truth be told, John had one of the deepest sleeps of his life that night, his body completely exhausted from what it had gone through. If it weren't for the lingering pain in his testicles he would have woken up the next morning feeling refreshed and ready to take on anything…
Anything except some ballbusting bitches, that is; at least for now.
