Isabella's College Social Life, Part 1 (Isabella, Aniyah, Ashley)

 Note: This story continues the fun of the character from “Money Well Spent” and “Fixing Blue Balls”, it includes castration.

Isabella’s face lit up as she saw her friends, Ashley and Aniyah, approaching on one of the wide walkways that crossed the college campus. After spending a year at different schools, both Isabella and Ashley had transferred here at the start of their Sophomore year after visiting Aniyah several times.

The three had hoped to room together, but, to Isabella’s disappointment, no triples were available, so Ashley and Aniyah had become roommates, while Isabella was randomly assigned to room with a girl named Megan. Isabella’s disappointment grew when she met Megan, who seemed to have no sense of humor. For someone like Isabella, who was constantly joking, the idea of spending her time at college rooming with a girl who maybe had never laughed in her life was annoying to say the least.

Even worse, Megan’s only interest seemed to be guys. She constantly droned on about what guys were the cutest, what guys she thought liked her, and most of all what guys she wanted to take her to the Greek Spring Formal (a huge dance held jointly by all of the campus’s fraternities and sororities). Megan was in the middle of one such monolog when Isabella desperately waved her friends over.

“Hey! Whatcha talking about?” Ashley asked, giving Isabella a knowing look.

“I was just telling Isabella that I think Alec wants me to ask him to the spring formal,” Megan began before suddenly breaking off with, “Oh! Shhhh! There he is. Act causal!”

“You are the only one not acting casual,” Isabella laughed as Alec glanced at them before heading into his dorm.

“Did you see that?” Megan gushed, “He was looking right at me!”

“Uh, actually, I’m pretty sure he was checking out Isabella,” Aniyah couldn’t help teasing.

“Yeah,” Isabella played along, “he was definitely looking at me.”

“No!” Megan insisted agitatedly, “He looked right at me!”

“Well,” Ashley smiled mischievously, “There is an easy way to settle this. I’m going to go up to his room and ask him.”

“No!” Megan said, panicked, but Isabella and Aniyah put up their arms up to prevent Megan from following Ashley.

As she entered the dorm, Ashley called back, “While I’m there, I’ll tell him that you two want him to come over tonight!”

“Don’t you dare!” Megan pleaded.

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As Ashley approached the dorm room, Alec’s roommate, Zack, was just coming out. Ashley knew Zack a little bit because he was on the basketball team with Aniyah’s ex-boyfriend Josh. Even though Aniyah had downgraded Josh from boyfriend to friend, he still followed her like a puppy dog and was often in their dorm room braiding Aniyah’s hair or massaging her feet. So Ashley had gotten to know several of his friends.

She smiled and nodded to Zack as he passed her and caught the door before it shut so that she entered the room without Alec noticing. He was on his bed, looking at his phone, with his hand slowly fondling a growing bulge in his shorts.

Ashley giggled, and the sound jolted Alec so much that his hand flew away from his crotch and his phone flew across the room.

“Let’s see what you were looking at!” Ashely laughed as she picked up the phone. On the screen was a picture of Megan and Isabella from Megan’s Instagram. “Huh, I thought so,” Ashley laughed.

By now, Alec was rushing towards her. She held the phone high above her head so that Alec’s hands were reaching up as she drove her knee forcefully into his balls.

She had gotten very good at aiming attacks like this and was pleased to feel his nuts squish between her bare knee and his pelvis. He doubled over, trying to protect himself, but Ashely wasted no time delivering two rapid full-force kicks to his crotch that brought him to the ground, where she planted her strappy goddess sandal on his balls.

“Please,” he begged, sitting up so that his head was at the hem of her skirt and staring up at her with frightened eyes, “stop.”

“Awww, I’m sorry,” she said even as she leaned forward and felt his balls flattening between her sandals and the hard floor, “You scared me, running at me like that!”

Waves of debilitating nausea washed over his body as he whimpered, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s ok,” she smiled, now shifting most of her weight to the foot flattening his trapped balls, “but if you ever, EVER even look like you are going to touch me again, I’m going to pop both of your balls. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I promised, I’m sorry,” he pleaded.

She knew that she was not yet applying enough pressure to pop them, but she was getting close. If she really wanted to finish off his nuts, I quick bounce on her right foot would do it. This knowledge filled her with an exhilarating rush of power, pleasurably heightening every sensation as she slowly ground his balls under her foot. But she didn’t want to castrate him. Not yet. She knew that she and her friends could have a lot more fun first.

“It’s funny,” Ashley intoned, “Megan and Isabella sent me up here to say you should come to their dorm tonight. If they knew what you were doing just now, I bet they would tell you to fuck off. So, let’s make a deal, ok? I won’t tell them what I saw if you don’t tell anyone I hurt your little balls, ok?”

Alec nodded meekly, tears welling up in his eyes from the pain and humiliation.

“Good,” Ashley smiled, “I’ll message them to let them know you will be there! Oh, damn it! It’s screenlocked, what’s your code?”

Alec hesitated at first, but when Ashley bounced slightly and felt his nuts compress even more, he stammered his code out. Smiling, she unlocked his phone and sent Isabella several pics of him squirming under the pressure she was exerting on his balls. She knew Isabella would find these hilarious.

She then took a close up of his desperate, pleading face. This pic, she sent to Megan with the message, “I really want to see you tonight! Can I come over at 8?” Within moments, Megan had message back “Yes” with a string of exclamations and smiley faces.

“Alright!” Ashley said, “You have a double date in Megan and Isabella’s room tonight. Just remember not to say anything about this or POP POP!”

The look of terror in his eyes made Ashley giggle as she finally lifted her foot and left him whimpering.

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After dinner, Isabella and Megan got their room ready for visitors by clearing laundry from chairs and other surfaces. Megan had bought a couple of large plastic bottles of coke and various snacks from the campus store and was arranging them on her desk.

“I hope Alec likes this,” she worried.

Isabella rolled her eyes. “You don’t understand what guys are for, do you?” she asked, “Just get the snacks you want, and if you want more, send him to get them.”

“You’ve never had a boyfriend, have you?” Megan retorted. Isabella just rolled her eyes again. She didn’t want a boyfriend and didn’t see the point of one when male biology made guys so easy to control.

Isabella was saved the bother of responding by a knock on the door. She welcomed Ashley and Aniyah in with hugs. The girls gave Megan a more cool greeting before digging into the snacks.

When Alec knocked, Megan rushed to the door and ushered him into the room. His smile grew uneasy and his face reddened when he saw Ashley. “Hi, Alec!” Ashley exclaimed exuberantly, “How are you feeling?”

Alec looked at the floor, unable to make eye contact and mumbled, “I’m ok. Thank you.” Ashley laughed. She had seen it before but was always delighted to see how nervously respectful guys got to a girl who had traumatized their balls. With a little more work, she knew, this attitude could be made permanent and extended to all women. “Sit down,” she said in a tone of command and he instinctively obeyed her, reflexively tucking his balls, which were still swollen, between his thighs for protection.

Megan was shocked to see the guy that she had expected to lavish attention on her behaving more like a scared puppy in front of Ashley. She hastily filled a red plastic cup with coke for him and offered him a plate of various snacks, eager to have his attention back on her.

But Isabella already had a plan to end this nonsense, all of it. “Let’s play truth or dare!” she said excitedly, and Ashley and Aniyah quickly seconded the idea. Alec looked unsure at first, but after a stern look from Ashley, he agreed. Then Megan did too.

“Ok, here are the rules,” Isabella explained cheerfully, “Alec, you will go first. You have to pick either truth or dare from each of us around the circle. If you pick truth and don’t tell the truth, you have to do whatever the dare is. If you pick dare and don’t do it, you have to answer any question 100% truthfully. Once we get all the way around the circle, it’s the next person’s turn.”

Alec was very nervous to go first, but he was reassured by the warm look in Megan’s eye when she asked, “Truth or dare?” He picked truth, and she asked, “Do you have a girlfriend?”

The other girls raised a chorus of “oh come on!” and “that’s too easy a question!” With relief, Alec said that he did not.

“Truth or dare?” asked, Aniyah. Alec was worried that she’d ask a really personal question after giving Megan a hard time about her question, so he picked dare.

“Hmmmm,” Aniyah hummed, as if she couldn’t think of a good dare, before finally saying, “Let me kick you in the balls.”

“What?!” Alec gasped.

“You heard me,” Aniyah laughed, “What are you such a wimp you can’t even take one little kick?”

Alec’s balls were still tender from that morning, and even the idea of getting kicked there made them ache. But it couldn’t be that bad, could it? He had made it through Ashley standing on them for what seemed like forever without dying or (worse!) losing a ball. He could take one kick, right? But why were these girls being so mean to his nuts?!

“Ok,” he said meekly looking down at his shoes. Aniyah, Isabella, and Ashley giggled while Megan exclaimed, “What? That is so mean!”

“Get up then and spread ’em” Aniyah laughed and with careful directions lined him up in front of her, his legs wide so that she had a perfect view of her target, a small bulge outlined under his rayon shorts.

Without warning, she brought her foot up quickly. He flinched (guys always do, she thought), but the toe of her shoe made solid contact, sending the bulge in his shorts jerking upward. Even Megan had to stifle a shocked laugh as he fell to his knees and the other girls cheered.

“My… ball…” he whimpered through tears.

“What do you mean your ‘ball’,” Aniyah demanded, “Did I only get one?” Trying not to vomit, he weakly nodded yes.

“That’s because you flinched!” Aniyah accused, “The dare was to let me kick your balls. Ballssss. Two. You flinched so I couldn’t do that. That means I get to try again, or you have to tell the truth to whatever question I ask.”

“I can’t,” he said pleadingly, “it feels like you broke it.”

“It’s not broken, you baby,” Aniyah teased, “I kick guys harder than that all the time. But it’s ok with me if you decide to pick truth instead, Ashley said I should ask you something about your phone?”

Alec started to panic. If he lied about what he was doing with his phone when Ashley snuck into his room, Ashley would tell them, and then the punishment would be having to do the dare, so he would end up getting kicked in the balls anyway. He thought about arguing or calling her a bitch for wanting to kick him, but the sick feeling in his stomach got even worse when he thought about resisting. His body itself was telling him that he couldn’t fight these girls and shouldn’t even try. As the intense pain in his abdomen started to ease, he convince himself that he could stand it and said, “Ok. Just one more.”

“We’ll make sure you can’t flinch this time!” Aniyah said and asked Isabella and Ashley to hold him. Each grabbed an arm, half holding him up, and hooked each of his legs with their own so that he couldn’t close his legs and was being pressed forward by their thighs.

He couldn’t bring himself to look at Aniyah or Ashley after they had physically dominated him. He looked at Megan, whose eyes were big with worry and hoped that maybe she would be impressed that he was tough enough to take a second kick. He then looked at Isabella, who was bracing his left side and saw a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. She smiled like she was expecting the funniest thing ever. As he looked helplessly into her eyes she said, “Hey! Do you like scrambled eggs? Cuz that’s what you’re getting tonight!” and laughed as Aniyah’s foot snapped forward, perfectly slamming his balls into his pelvic bone and causing the most excruciating pain he had ever experienced.

As he convulsed on the ground, Isabella stood over him and asked with mock sweetness, “How do you like your scrambled eggs? If you don’t like them, I can take them away!” Despite her joking tone, he suddenly felt like this girl might really be capable of taking his balls, laughing while she did it, and the idea made him shrink further into the fetal position.

“I’m just joking,” Isabella smiled, “Here, let me check to make sure you’re ok. I have first aid training.” He whimpered and turned even more red but didn’t resist as she moved his hands away from his balls and squeezed them. They were definitely swollen but not ruptured yet, though the right one might be getting close. “They feel fine,” she said cheerfully, “Like two healthy grapes. Hey! We could make grape juice!” As she said that, she gave a hard squeeze, giggling with satisfaction as she saw the look of fear on his face.

“Oh, don’t worry,” she laughed, “I don’t even like grape juice. I like soda POP!” and as she emphasized the word POP she squeeze both of his balls again, hard. He pulled away in a spasm of pain, and she let go. He whimpered softly, trying to recover, and Isabella looked over her shoulder to make sure that Ashley and Aniyah were keeping Megan distracted by talking and blocking her view.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Isabella said comfortingly, “It was just a joke, I didn’t think it would hurt that bad. Here, let me do something for you. I heard about this trick to make pain like that go away.” She slipped a rubber band out of her pocket as she continued, “Just let me wrap this around them, ok? I promise in a little bit you won’t feel them at all!” He was embarrassed and felt like arguing as she wrapped the band tighter and tighter around his nuts, but all the power seemed to have left his body and the thought of what she might do if he objected frightened him.

When she couldn’t wrap the band any tighter, she took her hands out of the front of his shorts and helped him sit up. “See,” she said, “It’s ok! Just sit here and I’ll get you some more POP… uhh… I mean coke.”

The other girls asked if he was ready to keep playing while Isabella went to get the bottle of soda. She carefully poured a small packet of white powder that her mom had given her (“just in case!”) into his plastic cup and then swirled soda over it. By the time she handed him the cup, the game had resumed.

“Truth or dare?” Ashley said with an edge that made it sound like a challenge. After what she had already done to his balls this morning, Alec wasn’t about to pick dare, so he softly responded, “Truth.”

“What were you doing when I came into your room today?”

“I was looking at my phone,” he stammered.

“Remember,” Ashley said, fixing her eyes on him, “You have to tell the entire truth! What were you looking at and why?”

“I was looking at a picture of Isabella and Megan,” he finally managed to say, “because they are pretty.”

“Ohhh,” said Ashley, “Is that why you had your hand was in your shorts?”

“It wasn’t in my shorts!” he sputtered, “Just on the outside!” All of the girls, including Megan, laughed, and Alec almost cried from the humiliation.

“Ok,” Ashley said, “I guess that is the whole truth! Your turn Isabella.”

Alec was still too scared to pick dare, so Isabella asked him, “Who do you think is more attractive, me or Megan?”

Megan gasped and looked shocked and embarrassed. That morning, Alec would have said Megan, but now, for reasons that made no sense to him but that he couldn’t resist, he felt like he had to please Isabella. So, looking briefly in her eyes before glancing down sheepishly, he said, “you.”

“What?!” Megan exclaimed, “Seriously?”

“Yeah,” he mumbled, still unable to look up. Now Megan rolled her eyes is disbelief but before she could say anything, Aniyah said, “Ok! Megan’s turn now! Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” Megan said, annoyed.

“Do you think Alec is cute?”

“Yeah, he’s cute,” she said with a minimizing intonation on the word “cute” that seemed to suggest that a “but” should follow. Maybe she meant “cute but not hot” or “cute but stupid for being attracted to a girl who held him so her friend could kick him in the balls and then made fun of him!” Whatever her thoughts were, she left them hanging, but her face showed that she was getting upset.

“Truth or dare,” Ashley fired, and Megan chose truth again.

“Are you mad Alec thinks Isabella is hotter than you?”

“No,” Megan said bitterly, “That’s stupid. And he’s stupid, and so are all of you.”

“Wow,” Ashley smirked, “It seems like you are upset, but we’ll call that ‘truth’ so we’ll keep going.”

Megan had had enough of truth, so she picked dare. With a big, sly smile, Isabella said calmly, “Ok. Kick Alec in the balls.”

“What?!” Megan said, “How is that a dare?”

“Because I dare you to do it. Come on. Have you ever kicked a guy before?” Megan’s look said no, so Isabella turned encouraging, “It’s fun! It will make you feel better about the fact that he is so hot for me! Me and Aniyah will hold him.”

Even before Isabella was done speaking, she and Aniyah were forcing Alec up and back into the same position as earlier. He pleaded and tried to wriggle loose, but because of the drink Isabella had given him and the trauma that he had already gone through, it was easy to overpower him and he soon resigned himself to looking sadly at Megan.

Megan wasn’t sure why but for some reason Alec’s lowly look of pleading made her want to kick him. Her anger and humiliation when he had said Isabella was more attractive flamed up, and she rocketed her foot directly into his crotch.

The rubber band that Isabella had wrapped around his nuts made them a compact target and Megan’s foot crushed both of them, sending stabs of pain through his abdomen. Alec fell to the ground, where he lay crying and trying not to vomit.

“Nice kick!” “Wow!” “Good job!” the girls all congratulated Megan. It was the first time they had felt a real bond with her.

“You have good aim!” Isabella said encouragingly, “Especially with such a small target!” Then, mischievously, she added, “I’m going to tell all the guys what will happen if they say I’m hotter than you!”

Megan face tightened with anxiety. “Don’t you dare!” she barked.

“Relax,” said Isabella, “I was only joking. We won’t tell anyone that you like kicking balls. And I’m sure Alec won’t tell anyone because he knows that if everyone finds out that he got his ballsies beat up by girls and what a baby he was when it happened, everyone will laugh, and he’ll never get a date!”

While Isabella’s words made Megan a little less nervous, they made Alec feel even more humiliated and powerless. Both wished that they could forget that this had even happened. But, of course, neither ever would.

“I think it’s time for everyone to go,” Megan said.

“Ok,” she Aniyah, “Me and Ashley will help Alec get back to his dorm.” She nudged Alec with her foot, prodding him to sit up so that she and Ashley could support him enough to get out the door.

Megan spoke little as she and Isabella put the snacks away. She felt torn by conflicting emotions and certainly didn’t want to talk to Isabella about any of them. Instead, she got ready for bed early and lay quietly waiting for sleep. In the dark, anger and jealousy were slowly crowded out of her head by the vivid memory of the kick and how good it had felt in the moment.

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After Isabella had heard Megan’s breathing slow into what sounded like a contented dream, she slipped quietly out of bed and made her way silently to Ashley and Aniyah’s dorm. As she had suspected, her friends had taken Alec there instead of back to his own dorm. When she arrived, he was fully passed out from the sleeping powder she had given him. The girls had removed his clothes but, Isabella saw with satisfaction, kept the rubber band on his balls as tight as she had left it. He was spread eagle on the floor and she walked up to inspect her work.

“Have you had any fun yet?” she asked.

“Nah,” said Ashley, “just stepped on him a few times. Mostly we’ve been watching his balls turn purple. You got that rubber band on really good! And so quick!”

Isabella kneeled down, pleased to see that Alec’s balls were indeed well on their way to oxygen starvation. For all intents and purposes, she had probably already neutered him, and that gave her a warm glow of accomplishment.

“Are you going to get a trophy?” Ashley asked eagerly.

Isabella glanced up at Ashley’ and Aniyah’s own trophies. As always, she smiled to see Ashley’s brother’s balls floating uselessly in the jar on her desk. It had been almost two years since the three friends had watched in delight as Aniyah’s mom, a veterinarian, had removed them. The feeling of power at knowing that they were responsible for him losing the organs that were so precious to him had never died down.

Isabella thought it was cute that Aniyah kept her ex-boyfriend’s balls on her desk next to a picture she had taken of him looking sadly at her. By the time the picture was taken, he had gotten used to his new role as what she called a “friend” but was really more like a pet.

Isabella badly wanted a trophy of her own, but she wanted to be cautious. Their mothers had taught them to be careful, and opening up his sac now would make things messy in more ways than one.

“No,” she said as she idly flicked his ice-cold nuts with her fingernails while she thought, “I don’t want to mess up the plan. Did you get the video I wanted?”

Ashley brought out Alec’s phone, which she had slipped out of his pocket while she was holding him for Aniyah’s kick. She then showed Isabella the video she had secretly recorded on it of Megan kicking Alec. She had been careful to only record Megan and Alec. The girls laughed at the video and then took turns propping up the unconscious Alec to reenact it to pass the time as the sleeping powder wore off. They giggled as his banded balls bounced wildly with their kicks and each tried to make them jiggle longer with each kick.

Finally, fighting back a fit of laughter, Isabella said, “Alright, we should move onto the next part of the plan. Here, Ashley, take his phone and text me.”

From Alec’s phone, Ashley texted Isabella: “hey r u up?”

“ye” Isabella texted back.

“i’m worried is ur roommate crazy?”

“wdym”

“i was in ur room and she said she wanted to kick me in the balls so i said ok and these girls i don’t know held me and it hurt so bad! see” Ashley attached the video.

“LOL r u stupid?? u probably can’t have kids now LOL why did you let her do that??”

“i like her so much! i would let her do anything! don’t say anything to get her in trouble ok?”

“why are you texting me then??”

“i’m scared, after she kicked me she wrapped a rubber band around my balls”

“WHAT?? r u serious? she could have castrated u!!”

“fr?”

“YES! ur balls could die and u would never be a real man and u would get all weak and not be able to have sex and no girl would want you!!! how long did she leave it on?”

“its still on”

“OMG!! let me see!”

Ashley took a picture of Alec’s swollen, purple nuts and sent it.

“u have to take that off now!! u are probably already a eunuch! ur balls are useless and u will never have a gf!”

“but she said to keep it on, i want to make her happy”

“u probably just killed ur nuts, you idiot! take it off now and go to student health!”

“ok, don’t tell anyone, plz!”

The girls laughed at their improv script, which would make the perfect insurance and the perfect blackmail. They then prodded Alec, who had been showing signs of groggily coming to for the last 45 minutes. They showed him the texts, and he immediately understood the truth. His balls probably were dead now, and he would never have a girlfriend, and it would be useless to tell anyone what really happened because the girls would just show the texts and everyone would believe them and make fun of him more.

“Aww, don’t look so sad,” Isabella said, “If you want, I’ll cut it off for you.” She giggled at his look of horror and then added, “The rubber band, I mean. Then you can go to the ER and say whatever you want: that Megan did this or you did it yourself or whatever. Just remember that if you mention me or Ashley or Aniyah, we’ll show everyone the texts. And then maybe we will cut your dick off too.”

With a small pair of nail scissors, Isabella snipped the band and grinned as Alec winced. Then she shoved him out the door with the encouraging words, “Who knows, maybe they will be able to save them!”