It's a Ballbusting Life Part 1: Futility and Adulthood

"Fuck." Margaret looked down with mild pity at her broken coworker. "Jesus fuck," James continued to grumble softly as he clutched his abused family jewels in a act of futility that he engaged in all too often. "Christ that hurts." He hadn't expected the devastating blow. Especially not when things were going so well. Accepted by a good university, ample scholarships, friends close by. It had been a nice week too. One with good prospects on the horizon.

Of course letting his guard down was a blatant mistake. Although, even when he did remind himself to stay alert, which was most of the time, he'd still find himself sinking to the ground in defeat. Mostly because girls cannot grasp the weight of the pain they so liberally offer him when delivering their shoe, kneecap, knuckles, or even the grasp of their fingers in between his legs. The day before graduation would prove to be an omen for the pain and embarrassment that was yet to come like a tempest into James's flowering adult life.

"You good man?" Margaret asked as she got back to sweeping. Not even paying the crumpled young man her gaze as he continued his mewling on the floor.

"No," James coughed. "Of course-hmmm-not," he croaked weakly. "Why did she do that?" James groaned with clenched eyelids as he recalled the event.

"I don't know. Didn't really see 'the why'. Probably had a good reason? Probably pissed her off?... Yeah that's it. You're pretty annoying. Guess you shouldn't have pissed her off."

Margaret's conjecture didn't help. "What did I do?" James wondered as he recalled the event.

"I think it went like this," he thought. A customer had asked for his help. "What did she look like? Oh right." An older brunette with a bob cut you'd expect from a woman that age. Mom jeans for her noticeably wide hips and an ass to go with it. Complimented by a sheer yellow blouse pushed well out by a mature bosom. James did like his older woman. Which is probably why when he got on the step ladder to get the item she requested she noticed the chub in his pants that was getting closer to her eye level.

"That was a good punch," Margaret added.

It was. James felt the manicured hand collided with his crotch almost in slow motion as he realized he had once again been busted. Not that good of a punch though. With the strength that remained James was able to slide down the ladder and hunch over it in hopes of catching his breath. But coming back down to the floor was perhaps a poor choice as he felt a tap on his shoulder. Followed by a push that turned him to face the angry beauty who was not yet done with him.

"That kick was even better."

Margaret was right again. The weakened James had no time to react as the milf unleashed her shin into his tenderized nuts with righteous indignation. The impact forcing his manhood up as far as it could go. Her strong legs forcing James toes onto their tips. Behind him Margaret could've sworn she saw the woman's shoe go halfway up James's back as he straddled her leg.

"Not gonna lie. Kinda funny," Margaret mused. James was lucky. In the world of busts it wasn't actually as bad as it could've been. Sure he was sent up a ways and his balls were battered, but that was more so the strength of the woman's follow-through. An albeit slower kick with a lot of muscle being applied to James's male weak-point after impact. Still a kick to the nuts though, and that shit hurts. Especially from the hot chicks.

"You're no help," the humbled James said after finally picking himself up and changing his position from curled on the floor to hunched over the counter.

"Like I said you probably deserved it. Women have a sense for it."

If Margaret was right, then James must be a really shitty guy facing serious delusion. Given the amount of punishment he's received. But perhaps today was just a fluke. A minor setback.

"Was it worse than what I gave you two weeks ago?"

Margaret was a bitch. A painfully average girl that did not help with James's chronic issue. She definitely didn't help two weeks ago when she gave him a taste of her heel with a surprise back kick.

"Don't start Margaret. I'm not in the mood."

"Aw. Am I no longer your favorite," she cooed as she paused her sweeping to mock him. "Hopefully you'll piss me off again soon so I can regain my title. Here take this." Margaret gave James a smile as she handed him his water bottle apologetically with one hand and rotated the broom with her other. James in his post bust haze failed to notice her repositioning.

"Uh, thanks?" But as James reached away from his damaged balls for the bottle... "Thanks, I gues"-THWACK!! The broom connected. Flying in a quick upward arc.

"Oops. I guess I couldn't wait." Margaret had a very familiar devious grin. One her male coworker was used to seeing as she held the wooden handle against his nuts for what felt like much longer than it was. James gripped the counter as she shifted the broom around. Squishing and probing in a cold surgical manner only his ballbuster of a coworker could. She showed so few signs of life during their shifts. Except for when it came to crushing nuts, in which case she'd spring to life. Life that James felt was leaving his body slowly.

"Oh my. Almost time to close up." She looked back from her watch to her victim's contorted face. "I'll just give you a minute." And with that the busting bitch slipped the broom out from between James's inward turned knees. Allowing him to reclaim his spot on the floor clutching his nuts futilely once again. Day ruined. Balls busted... Again. "But maybe It'll get better from here" he thought.





CRUNCH

"Perv!" yelled the slim blonde in the sundress as she turned and stormed away. "Fucking guys. A bunch of pigs. Touch my ass will you."

So much for a clean graduation. James didn't expect Sally to plant her knee with uncanny accuracy into his unsuspecting balls. Touching her was an accident. An accident he paid for when he saw her bare thigh coming out from her graduation robes. He could now only watch the hypnotic sway of his crush's long silky hair as he lay in the grassy school lawn. Once again engaging in his ritual of futility. It doesn't help. The pain won't dissipate faster. But clutching them for dear life is all you can do when a woman puts you in your place. It would seem adulthood wasn't going to be any different from the rest of his life. But James still had yet to venture out into the world. "Surely these first several months of being a full grown man must be the worst of it?" James managed to ponder. Honestly, How much more nut crunching pain could he experience in his life right? Right?