Part 5 Leonie's follow-up order

After my last visit to Leonie, I called in sick for the rest of the week. The next day I went to a pharmacy and got a cream for swelling. The package said: cools, relieves pain and swelling. Since then, I have smeared it on my eggs four times a day and cooled it with ice almost non-stop. Since then things have slowly gotten better. It's Saturday evening and I can move around to some extent again without attracting attention. Time to get drunk, I thought. Tomorrow is free and I go back to work on Monday. I called a few friends and we set off with the goal of forgetting the night. Sunday was of course a wasted day. I lay in bed hungover all day. At lunchtime I received a text message, my cell phone rang loudly: “Are you free on Wednesday evening?” I would like to discuss something with you. Leonie.” I threw my cell phone out of bed. She even torments me when I'm not with her, I thought. After that I went back to sleep.

Monday was a good day and the past torments were almost forgotten. My cell phone vibrated, a text message: “???. Leonie” I wrote: “I’m sorry Leonie, I didn’t hear your message from yesterday. I went out for drinks with some friends on Saturday and had a hangover. But I don't think I'm ready for more action yet. Please give me a few more days. Greeting". She replied: “Don’t worry, strong man, I want to discuss an idea with you, maybe we’ll eat something and that’s it.” “Come at 7 p.m.” “Okay,” I wrote. And thought, what is she up to now?

With slight self-doubt, I rang her doorbell on Wednesday evening. She opened the door dressed in shabby casual clothes. Fuck, I thought, it's all there. “It's nice to see you,” she hugs me briefly, “come in.” Hopefully I'll see her naked today, I thought, then I thought what that would mean and dismissed the thought. On the way to the kitchen she asked me: “Would you like to order pizza, would you like to?” I answered clearly. There was a portfolio of drawings on the dining room table. We sat down and ordered the pizza for delivery. Then I opened the folder and imagined a drawing. I immediately recognized what it was. “A St. Andrew's cross to tie someone up,” I said, “but why is it so low?” “Quite simple. I want to be on par with big, strong men like you when I kick their ass. Here on the foot part there are rails into which the patient kneels. Then it is lashed everywhere,” she explains. “I see, but what do you mean by patient?” I asked. “Well, I’m a doctor,” she laughed, “can you build me something like that?” “I think so,” I replied. At that moment the doorbell rang.
“It happened quickly with our pizza. Less than 10 minutes. “You stay here, I’ll get the pizza,” she said cheerfully. As she was leaving I thought she could have become an engineer, she has such a good understanding of technology. Many holders and adaptations for accessories could be seen on the St. Andrew's cross. What a little devil.

I heard arguing and rumbling in the hallway, and when a vase broke, I decided to investigate. There was a man my age standing in the hallway who pushed Leonie against the wall and said: “Listen, you bitch..” When he noticed me, it was already too late for him. I punched him and threw him out. “Next time I’ll crack your head in,” I shouted after him as he ran away. Before I turned around, Leonie had locked herself in the bathroom. I closed the front door and sat on the couch in the living room to wait for her, after 20 minutes she came. Freshly made up and wearing nothing but a white bra and pair of panties. She also wore her glasses. I froze, she looked like an angel. She sat on my lap and kissed me passionately. "Thank you for helping me just now," she said. “May I ask what kind of shit that was?” I asked, dazed by the kiss and the sight. "I'll tell you after your punishment." She replied. "What? what punishment?.” I was confused. “You didn’t follow my instructions. I told you to stay in the kitchen, right? I think 20 punches and 20 kicks are appropriate. “Come on, take off your clothes and stand against the wall with your legs apart,” she replied. “Because of that asshole, I had to put my glasses on because I can't wear contact lenses when I'm crying. I want to reduce the frustration. And it will help you to stick to my instructions in the future." I thought that couldn't be true now, but obeyed her and took off my clothes. Meanwhile I saw Leonie stretching, she stood on one leg and pulled the other to her bottom. “Such an asshole,” she whispered. I stood with my legs apart against the wall. “Oh your balls are doing better. But they are still noticeably swollen. I think I'll get them back quickly like last Wednesday. “Go hands behind your back.” She said impatiently as she pushed me against the wall. She started running.

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Directly a direct hit, my still sore testicles now really hurt again. I leaned forward and clutched my nuts. “That's exactly why I need a St. Andrew's Cross. So that I can continue straight away and not have to wait for my patient,” laughed Leonie. “Come on, stand up again, otherwise I’ll tie you behind your back,” she said seriously. I pushed myself back up with all my might.

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I was straight back downstairs. My testicles were simply still badly damaged from last week. It hurt incredibly. “You probably need motivation,” she said quietly. Then she came to me, pushed my upper body back up and my hands back behind my back. She got on her knees and licked my cock. With one hand she reached for my balls and grabbed them by the root, the other was busy with my cock, she started jerking it quickly and licked my balls, then she sucked them. It looked so hot, my desire increased infinitely. I thought I could come right away. She sucked my balls into her mouth and played with them with her tongue. All my pain was forgotten. Then she bit. I immediately fell to the floor and she covered my mouth because I started screaming. She spat out the eggs and laughed at me: “what, I’m hungry, haha”. I held my balls tight. Leonie got a rope. "Because I now have work to tie you up since you can't keep still, I get 10 bonus stomps with my heel," she said angrily. Then she began to tie me up carefully. Arms crossed behind the back. Then there was a bar to keep my legs apart and of course a gag ball. Leonie also turned on loud metal music again. "Very nice. “That’s how you can work,” she smiled. At that moment the doorbell rang. With the words: “Don’t go away, I’ll be right back.” She went out into the hallway towards the apartment door and told the pizza delivery guy through the mail slot please put the pizza in front of the door as I just got out of the shower and am naked. The pizza delivery man left and Leonie brought the pizza into the kitchen. She came back and said, “Because of you, I’m about to eat cold pizza.” That's why I'm giving you another bonus of 15 kicks and 15 stomps. So all in all 25 kicks, 20 punches and 25 stomps. Then we’ll do 25 shots, I’d say.”

She went to a dresser and got her brass knuckles. "Let's start by beating the shit out of your nuts." She pulled on the brass knuckles and started hitting my balls.

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The pain is unbearable. I squirm in my bonds. “Hm, I can't beat the balls as perfectly as I would like,” said Leonie. She got up and went into the bedroom. I prayed that she didn't bring in any of her surgical hacks. She came back with a bunch of hairbands. “Now we’ll wrap them around your balls until they’re nice and tight,” she smiled.
She probably wrapped 20 of her hair bands around my balls. "Much better. Because of the swelling I couldn't hit the testicle properly. “That’s going to change now.” she licked my penis. “It’s going to be great. I’ll continue with the brass knuckles.”

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I'm screaming, I'm shaking, it hurts so much. Leonie seems happy about my suffering. I am in extreme pain. “Stomping would be cool now. “I’ll take the rest off first, I'm getting warm,” I heard Leonie say. I didn't care, I just wanted to get away. Then everything got much worse. She stomped naked on my bound balls, again and again.

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I roll around, I'm in hell, I can only produce abstract sounds. Leonie took a step back. She was so horny again that the juice was running down her thighs. “I love your balls,” she said, “you really are a strong man. “I’ll check you out now before I go any further.” She knelt down and took the hair ties off my balls. I, on the other hand, lay there like a piece of shit, shaking and crying. She diagnosed: “Severely swollen scrotum, external color mostly blue, partly purple. Is that cool? “I’m now trying to feel the gonads in this mess.” She felt around my scrotum and finally found the testicles. She rolled it between her fingers and gave it a little squeeze. “Very nice specimens, the gonads are greatly enlarged, have deformed and have some dents. Overall, the nut meat is still firm and I can't do any detect any damage or breaks. A really good feeling, that means we can go a little further. Next I'm planning some hard kicks, but first I'll take care of your cock." I accepted it all without concern. She grabbed my limp cock by the base, pulled back the foreskin and played with it with her tongue. It took some time for me to respond. But then I got hard and she sucked it all the way down her throat. She had my cock in her throat and she was stroking it from the outside with her hand on her neck, it was great. Then she moved her head up and down faster and faster, I almost came, it was so hot to fuck her throat. She stopped at the right time and said: “Very nice, now I not only know medically that your nuts can tolerate more, I can see it too” she laughed “but actually we just wanted to talk today. Haha.” She jumped from kneeling to her feet and stood, then walked back a little.

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I was in a lot of pain, but I barely felt her additional kicks. She noticed this immediately and said dissatisfiedly: “Your scrotum is so thick that the swelling acts like an airbag. "That's not cool, I have to somehow put more energy into the eggs to do more damage to them..." She thought about it and walked away. I closed my eyes and wished I was dead. “Looks like I’m playing football again today.” I heard her say. She quickly came up to me and kicked me hard in the balls with her soccer shoes.

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I passed out. It was too much for me. When I woke up I had a strong pain. She knelt with her weight on my abdomen and held rich salt under my nose. “Good morning, my strong man. How do you like my new position? Your balls are very soft and comfortable on my knees. “You should use them as a template for knee pillows,” she laughed and jumped up.

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It was the most brutal torture. The pain became unbearable and I was on the verge of losing consciousness again. Leonie, on the other hand, had fun. She looked really happy and blew my cock hard again. This time it took even longer than last time, but it helped my brain distract itself from the pain. “I actually wanted to stomp on the balls with my football boots and still have a few kicks and punches left, but we'll leave it alone for today. I still want to fuck my hero.” She freed me from all bonds. “Today I’m leaving the initiative to you. You can do whatever you want with me, but don’t overdo it,” she winks. I was too exhausted to start anything, but for some reason I still wanted to fuck despite the great pain.
“Ride me fast and hard,” I managed to say. She didn't need to be told twice, she climbed on top of me and almost came when I penetrated her, she was so horny. She quickly came several times, I sucked on her breasts, dug my hands into her butt and finally came too. She lay on top of me shaking for a while.

(From here it's about getting to know Leonie better. Ballbusting is in the background for the rest of part 5)

I was already thinking about tomorrow and said: “Leonie, I don’t want to complain, but I can’t always call in sick on Thursdays. So I can hardly go to work, I can't walk, I'm in constant pain and I feel sick to death." "Oh, I'm sorry, yes, you're right, that wasn't actually planned today either." she said, "I have But an idea how we can get you back on track.” She got up and disappeared into the bedroom. I heard her turn off the music and look for something. She came back with paper towels, rubber gloves and a black box. “Here I have a quick and highly effective gel that was developed to treat severe blunt trauma in extreme athletes. We recently had a study on this in our hospital. I can smear it on your testicles, it absorbs quickly without leaving any residue and the results are remarkable." she said "should I do it?" "Yes do it" I said with great pain. "Okay, but first I'll get dressed, I don't really want to come into contact with that stuff." She got dressed, carefully placed the paper towels around my balls and put on the gloves. “It’s actually a shame, they look so nice, well, we’ll continue next time,” she said. She opened the black box, inside was a plastic bag and inside was a tube of gel. She massaged this into my scrotum with great pleasure. It started to absorb and work immediately. The pain went away in a flash, the testicles became very warm and it felt as if they were lying in bubbling water. Very pleasant. She asked, “How are you?” The gel absorbs in the next 2 minutes." I replied: "surprisingly well, it tingles and feels good, If you give me another blowjob now, it would be perfect.” “Definitely not,” she laughed. Leonie put the gel away again, took off her rubber gloves, wrapped them in paper and then threw them away. That could have made me suspicious. The gel was now completely absorbed. “Okay, Leonie said, you can get up now and get dressed, there is still pizza in the kitchen that we want to eat.” While I was getting dressed I asked Leonie: “If you have a gel like that that takes away all the pain and swelling so well reduced, why didn't we use it last time?" "oh that was the first and last time we used it" she said. I looked puzzled. “Well it didn’t come out through the study. It has enormous side effects that occur with repeated use. It ensures that the body's cells renew themselves very quickly, a process that is normally controlled by the body in order to avoid problems with cell regeneration, but here everything happens much faster and more chaotically and the body cannot prevent these problems. Malfunctions can develop, in our test subjects primarily in the sexual organs and we didn't even smear it on their testicles," she said. I was completely horrified. “Are you putting shit on my nuts?” I asked angrily. “What kind of malfunctions are we talking about?” “Well,” she laughed. “I asked you, you wanted it. When used for the first time, it only caused problems in less than 2% of the test subjects. At the 6th application it was 50% and at the 9th application it was 100%. I'd say if we don't repeat it, you're safe. The gonads often harden and become slightly larger. Many patients have been found to have an increased sex drive, but the quality of the eggs or sperm often decreases significantly. So nothing bad." "Okay," I replied. "So never use it again and hope I don't belong to the 2%." "Exactly." She smiled. “When is your fiancée coming back from a business trip?”
“Two weeks from today, your stay has been extended a bit,” I replied. "Excellent. What do you think about it if you come to visit me on Friday evening next week? I have the weekend off and we would have a lot of time doing naughty things. Even with less ballbusting if you want.”
“Very much,” I thought for a moment.

We went into the kitchen and ate our now very cold pizza. “You wanted to tell me what just happened in the hallway with that idiot,” I said. “It's a long story,” said Leonie, “that was my ex-boyfriend Karl, I broke up with him two years ago, he probably found out my address somehow. I was with him for a total of 7 years,” she says. “I was having a hard time when I met him and at first he was a really nice guy. He had studied law and I was just starting my medical studies at that time. Then he failed the state exam and became obnoxious. He drank a lot and sometimes locked myself in for days. I've always drank a lot too, so it didn't bother me. Karl was actually the dominant part of our relationship but at this point he became more and more dominant and also more ruthless towards me during sex. I think that's where it started for me that I wanted to torture testicles. At some point he started hitting me too. I even went along with that." She drank a big sip of wine and then continued: "It was only when he wanted me to sleep with other men for money so that he could finance his drinking that I fled from him. I had nothing at that point. I was able to sleep on a mattress in the basement of a fellow student. I lived with Karl before. It was really bad, Karl had plundered my account and it took a long time before I could afford this apartment. I've been living here for 6 months now and I'm very happy." I said: "I'm sorry about what happened to you. If I had known how he treated you, I would probably have beaten him up a little more." "Thanks, but I've always had bad luck with drunk men, my mother died when I was 8, and my father became incredibly hot-tempered after that and beat me often. It only stopped when my grandma found out and took me in with her, when I was 15. My father also drank himself to death shortly afterwards. I was 21 when my grandma died, I was devastated and met Karl. I then moved in with him. Today I am very afraid of him,” she continued. At least now I know where her incredible hatred of the male gender comes from, I thought. “I'm surprised that you're afraid of half the shit, but you rip my ass off every time we see each other. I'm two heads taller and determined “Twice as heavy as the asshole,” I said. She grinned and said, “I knew the moment we first met that you could never do anything to me. You were immediately infatuated with me. That's exactly who I was looking for with my advert on the Internet. Luckily for me, you apparently also have a problem like me because I can take out my violent fantasies on you. I'm really looking forward to trying out the St. Andrew's Cross you're making.” I shuddered.

“How does your hobby of ballbusting actually fit into your job?” I asked. "Well I haven't told anyone that yet, but I think I can trust you." she said, "I realized early on in my childhood that I like to look when other people are in pain, I know that's not normal, normally you want to have nothing to do with it as a child. But it didn't let me go, when I was going through puberty I realized that it excited me when a boy at school got something in his nuts. I always went to the girls' bathroom and cleaned myself. Then I did an internship in the hospital. One day there was a cycling race and there was an accident. I was in the trauma center that day and several cyclists fell and racked their nuts on the center bar of their bikes. I was horny all the time and often went to the toilet to masturbate. It was so cool, that day I knew I wanted to be a doctor.” I looked at her with wide eyes. She continued: “I only came up with the idea of driving a few balls crazy myself a few months ago, it took me a long time before I had the courage to put the ad on the internet and that's what you ended up with reported. Now we’re sitting here.”
“Aha” I said and thought, what the hell. “I really have to praise your cock,” she said. “Even when you’re in a lot of pain, it gets rock hard and when I compare it to my forearm, it’s just as thick and definitely longer than 2/3 of it.” I grinned. “Thanks Leonie, but that’s no wonder, for some reason you decided to stop growing and eating at the age of 12.” “Shut up, Babble,” she said and laughed.

Leonie is really broken in the head. We made a little small talk and I drove home