Making The Girls Of Bealluc Academy Bust My Balls: Three Busts And A Wedgie

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1ev9lhk/making_the_girls_of_bealluc_academy_bust_my_balls/)

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1f8y964/making_the_girls_of_bealluc_academy_bust_my_balls/)

*Contains: >!chastity, consensual and nonconsensual busting, wedgie, castration threats (but no actual castration)!<*

*All characters aged 18+*

Alright. My first day at the student council. My cheeks were a bit flush and my balls still stinging from the caning they had received three days ago, but now it was time. I reached for the door handle that would let me spend time with Emily.

“E-e-excuse me! I w-w-would like to ask you something!” a nervous female voice said.

I suppressed the urge to groan and turned around. “Yes? What is it?”

She was surprisingly short. Black hair hid the top half of her round little face, and she was clearly embarrassed about being here. Two of her fingers twirled around each other as if she was an anime character. “N-not here, ple-please follow me…” she mumbled and then immediately turned and walked off.

Oh boy, I knew what this was. I was annoyed that she would make me late for Emily, but at least I was sure I could get her to kick my nuts. Grumbling, I ran after her – for a girl small enough to suck dicks standing upright, she sure was fast.

The shy girl led me to a little nook in the academy’s courtyard, behind a tree. There, she stood facing me halfway. I noticed she was wearing a long jumper, a very traditional looking skirt and Mary Janes. Hmm, shoes known for busting balls really hard and a chance at a panty peek as well? Yes please!

“Uh, uhm, I, uh…”

“What’s your name again?” Time to speed this up. Not that I didn’t want to get blasted in the nuts, but Emily was waiting for me.

“Uhm… Imogen…” Luckily, Imogen seemed to realize that she needed to use actual words if she wanted to communicate. “We’re in the same class but… I sit on the opposite end of you, so you might not know me very well, b-but… I know you. I know you *extremely* well.”

Okay, creepy. “Sure, and what was it that you wanted to ask me?” Here it comes. I’ve had a few of confessions like this already. At a school with only a handful of boys, half of which already got ED from Emily, pickings were slim.

“No, you can’t talk to me like this! Like… all those other girls!”

What?

“You don’t understand, I’m not like everyone else! Only I am here for you!” For the first time since stopping me from my goddess Emily, Imogen looked me in the eye. Her eyes were bloodshot and to be honest, her wide, crazed look was a smidge concerning. “They hurt you, down in your special place! I saw when that red-headed girl hit your boy bits, just like when Amanda hurt them! She is an evil girl, a bitch, just like all the others! She even raped you and then called your willy small! Even Yumi punched and kicked you between the legs! But not me, I’m the only one that’s different!”

I had figured this would be your standard confession, not a crazy stalker confession. “Woa there, okay wait, first of all, Maisie didn’t rape me, sex is just something she does to pass the time. Second of all, how do you know about all that?”

“I saw it all! When you got kicked by Amanda, I was in one of the stalls. I watched them kick you down there again, and again, and again! And afterwards, I wept as much as your willy did!”

I couldn’t keep the wistful look of nostalgia from my face. “Yeah, I did cum a lot that day… Wait, but how do you know Yumi hits me down there?” I only ever went to her home to ‘practice’ with her, and there’s no way Yumi told anyone about our ballbusting sessions.

“After Amanda, and all those other girls started hitting you in your boy bits, I followed you around. I made a list of every girl that ever hit you down there, do you want to see?!” Without waiting for an answer, she rolled up the arms of her jumper and sure enough, scribbled on them with black marker were names. “We can make them pay! Together!”

I’ll admit, getting to meet my own crazed stalker was not on my bingo card for today. I wasn’t even planning to be the kind of guy who had one, I was shooting for boy toy crossed with trickster who bestowed courage to girls through the magic of ballbusting. What’s more, she seemed to be following me even when I leave school. This girl sounded like she was one word from me away from stabbing someone. I needed her to stop seeing them as a threat.

“Imogen,” I said gently and put my arms on her shoulders. The girl blushed furiously and immediately shrank back in on herself. “These girls that have hit me in my balls… they’re actually helping me.”

She looked confused. “What do you mean? How could they possibly be helping you by hurting your special place?”

“I have… a condition. Whenever I get excited, I’m at risk. It’s something to do with my heart. And because I’m a young man, getting excited can happen at any time of day. You know how boys can get boners for no reason, right?” She nodded. “That’s when I look for one of the girls to help me. You see, when the girls hit me in the balls, that helps me control my excitement. If the girls stopped hurting me in my ‘special place’, that would be the end for me.”

It genuinely would be. If I couldn’t get my balls busted here at Bealluc academy, I’d probably quit and move immediately. A life without getting my nuts abused is not a life I wanted to live.

“Oh no, I’m so sorry! Please, can you forgive me? I didn’t know!” Imogen pleaded with big puppy eyes.

I smiled magnanimously. “Of course.”

“So… was Amanda just putting on a show when she insulted you while kicking your balls?”

“Err, no, that’s just how she is. None of the girls know about my condition, I goad them into smacking my sack. You’re the only one I’ve told.”

“I’m the only one… That means I’m special…” Imogen mumbled something, then looked me straight in the eyes. “Whenever you feel excited, you can come to me! I can help you!”

“Thank you, Imogen. Ah, but just to make sure, sometimes I might be excited and need to get kicked in the nuts immediately, so don’t think it means anything when I get one of the other girls to do it, alright?”

Imogen nodded. “And… are you excited right now?”

“I sure am.”

She smiled like a shy maiden. “Then I better hurt you down there really, really bad.”

Uhh, that sounds more enthusiastic than I expected? Before I could consider if I was in over my head yet again (that happened a lot recently), Imogen had already drawn her leg back. A ray of light hit her polished Mary Jane’s, a whimsical little greeting from the sun, before this girl could bury her shoe where it doesn’t shine.

I heard her kick before I felt it. The hard leather of her shoe’s toe box smashed into my ‘special place’ with such speed, Imogen would have to call it a crash site now. A loud *WHAP!* rang out, and I felt myself do a little hop. Not because I had moved my legs but because her kick had actually sent me airborne for half a second.

Then, the pain hit and my face displayed a whole range of emotions. It started with ‘boy, surprised’, then went over to ‘boy realizes he has just been kicked in the balls super hard’ and finally froze on ‘boy has just had his world and balls rocked by a kick felt around the world, sinks to the ground in disbelief and prepares to mourn his sudden castration’. Imogen’s face just showed pride, and a hint of excitement.

As I turned to a puddle around her shoe, Imogen stepped in and gave me a little shove so that I fell on my back. And somehow, she managed to wedge her shoe underneath my hands that were desperately grasping to find life in my nutsack after the bomb that had just exploded there. She pinned both of my balls against the ground through the fabric of my pants, and I could do nothing to stop her. Slowly, she twisted the hard soles of her Mary Janes left and right.

“Actually, I had a thought… if you keep getting excited and all those other girls have to kick you down there, that is such a shame. You shouldn’t have to live with such a severe condition! So what if I can make it better… *permanently*.”

Even through the pain, I felt my blood run cold at Imogen’s suggestion. Although my cock gave a happy twitch.

“See? You like it! You want me to break these two balls. That’s why you told me and only me! You want me to pop your balls, crush them completely so you never have to get kicked down there again! Don’t worry, I will! I will destroy your boy bits until there is nothing left of them!”

She pressed her foot down, painfully stepping on my balls. I couldn’t help but cry out. “I-Imogeen! My baaalls! P-please don’t break them! Please!”

“But it’s for your own good! Don’t worry, you’ll see, once they go squish, you’ll never have to ask another girl to kick your dangly bits for you ever again. I’m doing you a favour! That ginger girl will also never lay her hand on you again when you’re neutered… so get ready to hear your balls pop!”

“NOO!”

Oh God, she was serious! Imogen’s foot pressed down further and further, increasing the pressure on my testicles. She flattened them more and more, my balls desperately trying to squirm out of the way but she wouldn’t let them escape. Her shoe was almost touching the ground now, it was only a matter of seconds until-

“Hello? A-anyone here?”

A timid call rang out from the direction we had just come from. Imogen took her foot off my balls and retreated to the door of an empty classroom. On her way there, she hissed, “Don’t worry baby, I’ll break those balls for you! I promise!”

Then the frowning face of Yumi appeared over me and she looked like she didn’t know if she should laugh or be concerned. “Why are you crying? And why are you lying on the ground?”

An angel had appeared and saved my manhood! Yumi, you are my knight in shining armour, sent directly from God to grace my nuts an undeserved reprieve! Praise be to you! Of course, instead of all that, I groaned something like, “my baaaaalls!” but the gist is the same, I feel.

Yumi stifled a laugh, then looked over her shoulder, biting her lip. “I don’t think it’s a good idea to do this at school, but if you insist… Fwah!” With a smile on her face, she clenched her fist and smashed it into my brutalized nuts with a clean karate strike.

All I could muster was a feeble “Meep!” at the renewed nut pain, then I passed out.

---

The dull, throbbing pain in my balls roused me from my ballbusting-induced coma, telling me that I would probably feel Imogen’s attempt at castration for a few more days. A clock ticked annoyingly loud in the background, but at least my head was lying comfortably on something soft. Groaning, I opened my eyes.

At first, I didn’t understand what I was seeing. They were two large shapes protruding from a wall. They looked odd - soft, full and round, but with a slight protrusion at the far end. The word *suckable* popped into my head.

I reached out and grabbed one of them, giving it a firm squeeze. A succulent moan filled my ears and made my cock throb, or it should have throbbed, except nothing actually did. What was going on?

Emily’s disapproving face appeared over her tits. “I suppose if you are molesting me that means you have regained consciousness.”

I let go of her boob with a girly shriek and jumped up from her lap my head was resting on. “W-what’s goin- oooooooh…” I was interrupted by a wave of nausea washing over me, emanating from my nuts. I sank to the floor, but curiously my hips were still pointing towards Emily. Wait, there’s something wound around my balls! A hairband was twisted around my nuts twice, pinning them to the bottom of my sack and making it bulge out in my pants. The already swollen orbs stuck out like two very fragile golf balls. Tied to the hairband was a cord that tethered my nutsack to Emily’s chair.

“What curious organs…” Emily muttered to herself and reached out for my balls that I had inadvertently presented to her. My breath hitched. Was this it? Would I finally get to feel Emily bust my nuts? This probably was the worst possible time for it but I would take what I could get. However, she just gently brushed her thumb over my swollen eggs, which felt very nice, but wasn’t the merciless, brutal ballbusting I wanted. Dammit.

“What did you do to my balls?!” I asked, purposefully lacing my voice with panic and weakly clawed at the improvised ball cuff. To be honest, I was still reeling from Imogen’s attempted testicle murder, but I also wanted to relish the twinges of pain this contraption inflicted on my nuts a little more. But there was also this strange pressure on my dick that I couldn’t place just yet.

“Oh, sorry, I did that! Sorry, sorry! Here, I’ll help you!” Yumi suddenly appeared over me and reached for my nuts. Thankfully, she seemed to be genuinely frazzled by my sight and simply sat down on my stomach – which put even more stress on my stretched balls.

“Hurgh!” I gave the hips of my innocent little ballbuster a hug from behind.

“Oh, stupid hairband… get off, get… OFF!” Yumi pulled on the hairband with all her might and for a moment, I really thought she was going to rip off my nuts. But slowly, her yanking pulled the hairband around my nuts up. Of course, my testicles are as asymmetrical as any other guys’, so her hairband slipped over my smaller right nut and smacked painfully into my left nut. I howled with pain. Yumi would surely be able to tell it was a thankful howl.

Finally, she pulled the hairband & cord contraption off my nuts and turned to me with an apologetic expression. “Sorry, we were taught in karate that even if our strikes don’t burst one of your… uhm, your balloons, they might still be tangled and twisted in there. So I thought if I do something to pull on them, they would untwist… Uhm, I hope I didn’t strike them too hard.”

Oh, so Yumi thought she was the one responsible for my close brush with castration instead of Imogen. Aww, what a considerate girl. Before I could express my appreciation though, a loud, snarling voice bellowed out from a sofa I hadn’t noticed before.

“He still has both lefty and righty, yeah? What’s all the commotion about if they haven’t popped?!”

This girl was *loud* in more ways than one. Her straight, shoulder-length hair faded from green to black, she had black lipstick on and a black leather choker around her neck. And she wore some kind of graphic shirt that stretched over her sizable tits and left her stomach uncovered. Of course, I took the chance to pretend I was interested in her love for some nerdy fantasy series called ‘Seeds of Heroism’ rather than ogle her tits and navel. “You’re fine, right, dude?”

“Peachy,” I squeaked and she grinned.

“See? NBD. If you really want to crack his nuts, I’ve still got this programmable vice at home, just stick his little nuts in there and voilà, I’ll have his eggs scrambled as fine as you want them.”

“Momo! Y-you can’t say that!” Yumi said indignantly.

“Sure I can,” the nerd / goth girl called Momo replied. “At least I guarantee a quick and clean end for those lumps he calls balls. No need for him to fear you knocking his nuts up into his throat again, just two little pops and he’s done. I mean, it’s not like he has any need for them right now.”

“What do you mean?” I asked with some trepidation.

“We took a few measures to keep you under control,” Emily replied. My ice queen was already not looking at me any more, immersed in some paperwork. “Miss Mimsy warned us about you and your gender in general, since you would be the first boy in the history of Bealluc academy to join the student council. We cannot allow you to fall prey to your urges and behave in a manner unfitting for the student council. But that should no longer be an issue.”

I had grabbed the tits of the hottest girl I’ve ever laid eyes on and fondled them, and I didn’t even feel my dick twitch. Suddenly, it clicked.

I ripped my pants and underwear away in front of the three girls, not caring that I was flashing them. Yumi squeaked and covered her face, while Momo just started laughing loudly. Emily didn’t even look at me. Under the white cotton of my briefs, something shiny and metal emerged. Something shiny, metal and extremely small.

“YOU LOCKED MY DICK AWAY?!”

“BWAHAHA! Look at it! That looks so ridiculous, like the dick of a little statue!”

Momo was right. While my balls were a healthy, bruised purple, swollen to an impressive size, above them was now a small chastity cage instead of my… well, to be honest my dick was only average, even if Maisie always called it small. But she was just a bit of a size queen. But now, there was just a pink cage the size of my pinkie where my cock should be! I looked like a kinky Ken doll! Any girl that saw this excuse for a dick would either laugh or pity me. The root of the tiny cage was almost flush with the smooth skin of my pelvis as well. Wait, smooth?

“D-did you… shave my pubes?!” My eyes drifted from Momo to Yumi. I needed to know which one of them was responsible for this.

To my astonishment, neither the loud Momo nor the shy Yumi showed any reaction at my question. Instead, Emily spoke again. “Naturally, I needed to. I don’t want any hair to get tangled in your cage. Not to mention it looks much cuter this way.”

I just stared at Emily for a few moments. Emily, the ice queen of Bealluc academy, had stripped me, shaved my pubes and locked my dick up, then called my penis cute. If I could rub my dick right now, I would cum in under five seconds. But of course, Emily had stopped that nonsense in its tracks, so I just started leaking pre like a faulty tap instead. This was heaven.

“Bwahah, you see, no point to lugging those big cum tanks around with you, just say the word and I’ll get rid of them for you,” Momo laughed and tossed my balls a high-five that immediately made me crumple to the floor on account of them being in such a blemished and run-down state.

“Momo! Oh no, are you OK?” Yumi knelt next to me and rubbed my back while I nursed my aching nuts, but apparently her concern was at least partly feigned as she quickly whispered into my ear, “We’re still on for groin strike practice tomorrow evening, right?”

I could only whimper. I might have created a wholly different kind of ballbusting monster in her.

Emily’s strict voice called us to order. “This is your first day and so I will be lenient with you. But it is unacceptable for a member of the student council to grovel on the ground, holding himself. The students look up to us, so we must be mindful of the impression we give off. Do you understand?”

Yumi and me immediately stood at attention, even as the pain in my balls crawled up into my stomach and made me queasy. “Yes, miss chairwoman!” we said in unison and even saluted.

Then we heard a *click* and looked over to Momo. She had her phone in her hand and smiled as she stared at the photo she had just taken. She turned the screen so we could look at it ourselves.

There I was, standing stock-still, saluting Emily while my pants and underwear were around my ankles, my cock imprisoned and my balls glowing with fresh castigation.

“If we use this picture to promote the student council, we’ll be popular with all the girls in no time!” Momo laughed heartily as I scrambled to hide my swollen nuts and very pathetic looking dick.

I wanted to cry, laugh and jerk off at the same time – in other words, I was feeling all three emotions guys my age were capable of.

---

Emily had us running around doing paperwork, filing paperwork, delivering paperwork and in general doing everything else one could do to paperwork that wasn’t what I'd do to it: putting it all in a big pile and setting fire to it. It was tedious work, but it gave me time to reflect and relish the thumping ache in my balls.

I had made it onto the student council. That was good. Emily had shaved my groin as smooth as a baby’s bottom and locked my dick in a chastity cage. That was an unexpected bonus. On the other hand, I had completely flubbed my introduction to her, my original plan to get her to bust my balls now kaput. That was less than ideal, to say the least. Although she also hadn’t used her boner-killing stare on me, so I must have left a better impression than the guys chatting her up?

Of course, my most immediate problem had suddenly become Imogen. While having my own personal ballbusting stalker was kind of exciting, the problem was that she seemed to now genuinely want to castrate me. Which, honestly, was also a bit exciting, kind of scary, but mostly a problem. How could Emily nut me if said nuts were two greasy stains on Imogen’s shoes?

I sighed, deciding to let future me handle that. I had taken a few *really* hard hits to the nards today, and I felt like I had earned a bit of R’n’R. Tomorrow would be another day for me and my balls.

The afternoon passed in relative quiet, with Yumi being too embarrassed and Emily being completely focused on work. Only Momo occasionally made a joke about making sure the student council remained all-female even with me here, which I honoured with a few shy chuckles. I wanted to make sure she would feel she could get a rise out of me with jokes about my nuts without egging her on. For today, I just wanted to go home and ice down my abused nuts.

“So, uhm… I know you said I have to keep my urges under control while I'm here but now that we're done for the day…” I said to Emily, pressing my hands into my crotch, which left no doubt I would be doing the five-finger shuffle as soon as I was unlocked.

Emily stared at my crotch with disdain, and a blissful shudder ran down my spine at the most sneering attitude she'd had all day. “No, I do not think so. It will do you some good to be… disciplined more thoroughly so we can make sure you are up to the student council’s standards. In fact…” Emily took a small key from her pocket. She attached the key to a small chain Momo was wearing and slipped the whole thing over her head. The key sat right above her tits and looked really enticing. “I think I should take it upon myself to manage your access to any releases you shall be allowed from now on.”

“But, you can't just… it's *my* dick!”

Momo laughed and gave me another sacktap, which had me shrinking away from Emily. “Not any more it isn't! Hope you're looking forward to your boys filling up, I know I am!” She tossed us a wave and walked off, still laughing.

“Then, how many times will I be allowed to relieve myself?”

“We will have to see. I believe boys commonly do it three or four times a week?” I nodded eagerly. “That is much too often. For a start, I think releasing you once a month should be fair, don’t you?”

Yumi and Emily were both smirking. But Yumi at least put a sympathetic hand on my shoulder. “I'm sure you will manage. Don't forget tomorrow, OK? Bye bye!” I might just have to let Yumi beat the cum out of my balls again.

“For your own good, do not try to remove the cage. The alternative to controlling your male urges is to get rid of your masculinity entirely… I'm sure Momo’s device would come in handily for that purpose. I will see you tomorrow. Be on time.”

I watched Emily walk off, her hips swaying in a way that made me immediately test the durability of the cage she had slipped over my dick. *Damn*, I thought, *she even threatened me with the worst thing she possibly could: that she wouldn't pop my balls herself. What a woman.* Then I turned and started making my way home as well.

Of course, I wasn't stupid, Imogen was most likely still around and looking to ‘solve’ the two aching problems in my nutsack for me, so as I moved through the academy, I made sure to stay out of sight and check over my shoulder for anyone following me. It worked well until I turned a corner and ran over Amanda, both of us tumbling to the ground. I ended up on top of her, my head buried in the bottle blonde’s gigantic tits and my hot and swollen crotch pressed against her face.

“Urgh, like, what the hell is a pair of balls doing on my chin?! I'm not even meeting Tommy until tomorrow!” Damn, Amanda, you had both the udders *and* intelligence of a cow, huh?

The next voice made me freeze up, however. “Wow, Amanda, I can't believe it! It's that nerd you taught a lesson! He's, like totally motorboating your tits and rubbing his dick all over your face! He's probably gonna sperm your face full of his pathetic nerd jizz in just a second!” I heard Rose say, really laying her fake dumb accent on thick. It was a miracle Amanda didn't realize Rose was just playing her.

“Ah, EWWW!” Amanda smashed her fist into my balls and I cried into her tits. “Get this dork off me!” I felt someone get a death grip on my nuts and drag me off of Amanda by my balls. One of her lackeys put her shoe on my back, pushing my head against the ground while pulling my balls through my legs, presenting them for Amanda. But don’t worry, I had my revenge by leaving a drool stain on her pink top.

“I got nerd spittle all over my tits now, ew! Looks like you didn’t learn anything when I scrambled your eggs, huh?” I felt her dainty fist smash into my stretched balls, the thin fabric of my pants doing nothing for their protection. I howled in pain. “Get him to the back of the academy, girls. I’ve got an idea.”

With fresh agony making me feel every heartbeat in my balls, I was marched by Amanda and her lackeys towards the back of the now almost empty academy. At least four girls always held onto me, forcing me to walk despite my now extremely sore balls, and making sure I couldn’t close my legs or call out to anyone who might come save me. Whenever I tried yelling, a quick sacktap made me shut up really quick.

“P-please, it was an accident, I swear! Just let me go! I won’t tell anyo- URGH!”

A backhand from the girl on my right made my bells ring and I rewarded her with a grunt and a pathetic hip thrust, a consequence of the girls locking their legs with mine. I couldn’t pull away, so every time they hit me, I could only display my vulnerability like that. “Yeah, we know you won’t tell anyone because we’re making sure of that, nut boy.” More light smacks to my balls kept me whimpering throughout.

We finally arrived at the back of the academy, Maisie’s and mine favourite spot to have a quickie. Sadly, the bench we usually misused as bed, sex swing and rest area was completely empty, save for a few stains we had left. Otherwise, I could only see the tall, menacing fence that separated Bealluc academy from the forest beyond.

“Alright, time to hang your balls out to dry. Girls!” Amanda commanded.

I struggled, realizing what she was planning. By this point, I really had enough of getting my manhood abused for the day. A bunch of girls having a perpetual blonde moment wasn’t what I had in mind for my evening entertainme-

A sneaker whipped up into my balls. The girls stripped my pants and then grabbed my briefs and lifted me by them, getting me high enough to slip the back of my underwear over one of the fence posts. Fresh pressure on my balls made me cry out in pain.

But they weren’t done yet. The girls also undid my laces, and then tied my hands to my feet with them, and then tied my limbs to the fence with them as well. I was secured to the fence spread-eagle, like I was a ballerina doing a splits jump, all while my balls were getting squeezed in a wedgie. Honestly, if I wasn’t concerned if my balls were liquefying, I would be impressed by their teamwork.

“How about that, are you feeling this?” Amanda said and lightly tapped her palm against my nuts. They stood out through my briefs like two chicken eggs in a sausage skin. “Have some more!” Amanda drew her fist back and smashed it into my gonads. Her form wasn’t great but at this point, even a light hit made my eyes roll into the back of my head.

She let me have a few more punches before calling on her lackeys to all give it a shot as well. Each and every single one of them punched, kicked and in one case, even smashed her elbow into my balls. I rewarded them all with a suitably pathetic whimpering with crossed eyes. I didn’t even need to fake that reaction, given how sore I was.

Last up was Rose. She grabbed my balls and yanked them down. For a moment, I must’ve looked like a jumping jack with its string replaced by a pair of swollen gonads. Then, Rose leaned in and sensually whispered into my ears.

“I can’t wait to cash in that favour. Mhhmm, we’re going to have so much fun… And you’re welcome, by the way. I saw you hobbling around and pointed Amanda towards you and your balls.”

Then Rose cocked her fist back and smiled. “Let’s give you one to remember me by!” With a yell, she delivered an uppercut that was much more devastating than the light punches from the other girls. She managed to hit both of my nuggets with a knuckle.

“AAAH!” For a few seconds, my vision went white and I started to dry heave.

“Urgh, OK, that’s enough. I don’t want the nerd to puke on my new shoes. Let’s head out.” With a few evil chuckles, the girls trotted away. On her way out, Amanda turned one more time and gave me a two-finger salute. “Sorry to leave you hanging, nerd boy. Ta-da!”

The sound of her shoes on the gravel made me flinch every time she put her foot down, and then she was gone, and I was alone with my throbbing gonads. I allowed myself to groan. Wiggling around, the girls seemed to have done an admirable job tying me up. I couldn’t feel any give to the knots in my laces, and my briefs also didn’t make any attempt at relieving my constant wedgie. How was I gonna get out of this?

“Uh-oh.”

Try how I might, I couldn’t get myself unstuck, and what was worse, each movement sent a jolt of pain through my squished nethers. This was… a problem.

“Uh… god, my balls… uhm, help? Someone?” This really wasn’t how I thought this day would end. If I didn’t get out, I might be hanging here until tomorrow morning. “Anybody? I need help!” I yelled, the stitch of my briefs digging into my nutsack lending my voice an appropriate amount of panic.

“Yes? Hello?” a woman’s voice answered from beyond the corner.

“Oh thank god! I need help please, these girls tied me up and I can’t get down now, so if you could-”

Around the corner walked Imogen, dragging a bat with a wide, flat head behind her. “Oh, don’t worry. I’ll fix your problems. Both of them.”

Cold sweat broke out on my forehead. “Fuck… ah, uhm, Imogen? Hey, you know what you said this morning? I wanted to talk to you about that and how I don’t thi-”

“It’s a great idea, isn’t it? But talk is cheap, so I was looking for you to help you get rid of those two pesky problems in your pants. You’ll be so much happier with them gone! I wanted to find some pliers, or a wrench, or even a baseball bat but I couldn’t find any. Thankfully, the girls of the cricket team always leave their stuff around.” When she reached me, I saw she wasn’t looking at me at all, but rather had her eyes trained on the two soft bulges in my briefs.

She reached out and gently cupped them and my blood ran cold. “Please, Imogen, stop and untie me and then you can do whatev- Mhh! Mmph!”

While I was pleading, Imogen had reached under her skirt and taken off her panties, a plain white pair with a suspicious wet spot on the front. Then she stuffed her panties into my mouth to shut me up. “There, that’s better. I know you will be making a fuss, so better to help you keep quiet, right?”

“MHHPH!” I said and surprisingly, that didn’t make her reconsider. The distinct aroma of sopping wet pussy filled my mouth. This girl was producing enough lubrication to have a full football team run a train on her.

Imogen wrapped her palm around my balls again, giving them a little squeeze. “Now, time to go *pop-pop* my little ballsies, OK?” she said. “No more hurting my beloved. Bad balls, bad, bad balls.”

As I sucked on the pussy-flavoured gag in my mouth and watched Imogen raise the cricket bat, I sighed. Well, guess this is it. After just getting into the student council and finally talking to Emily, I would be getting my jewels shattered by what was probably the most unpopular girl at the academy. So long, sex life. I hardly knew ye.

*WHACK!*

“MMMMH!”

I couldn’t help it, I started crying as I felt Imogen smash the bat into my balls. What an anticlimactic way to get nuts turned to goo. I didn’t even like cricket!

With a grunt, she smashed the bat up into my balls again. Which for her took serious effort, considering she was so tiny. Imogen huffed and watched my balls start to swell. “Whuh, I’m glad you’re tied up with your legs spread so wide. Otherwise, I would never get this bat up between your legs and hitting your balls. Who makes bats like this anyway? They’re terrible for smashing a boy between the legs!”

That’s only because they aren’t meant to strike *these* kinds of balls, my dear. Not that I said that, I was more occupied with crying and wailing for the fate of my balls. Also, pain. Lots and lots of pain.

“Which one do you think will pop first? Lefty or righty?” Imogen stopped for a moment, considering which of my gonads was weaker. “I’m right-handed, so maybe lefty?” She smashed the bat up into my most sensitive parts again.

But before Imogen could seriously threaten to destroy my manhood, we both heard someone else approaching. Once more, her shyness saved my manhood. That and the fact that she would have a real hard time explaining why I was tied up like we were filming torture porn.

“Tsk! This will have to wait… but don’t worry, darling, I’ll smash what you have down there, don’t worry!”

Imogen scurried away, just in time to be gone before a tall woman rounded the corner. I breathed a sigh of relief.

Miss Mimsy! “Mmph Mmhmhh!”

My stern history teacher stopped, stared at me with one eyebrow raised. Saying nothing, she walked up to me and took the panties from my mouth. Her arms crossed beneath her chest, making her tits jiggle nicely.

“I’m so glad to see you, Miss Mimsy! A few girls have tied me up here and were-”

“You’re late,” she said simply. When I didn’t react, she sighed. “You know, as a *boy*,” she spat the word like an insult, “I expectedly remarkably little of you, but still you’re already starting to disappoint me. I see I have been too lenient with you.”

“What… what am I late for, Miss Mimsy?”

“Today’s discipline lesson. You do remember they would continue, yes? I thought that since you were cooperating, maybe I wouldn’t need someone like Rose to help. And I had thought to just go with a ruler today, to be merciful to you… but that was obviously a mistake.”

“I couldn’t help it! Amanda and her troupe of bit-”

“Making excuses as well, I see! No, all that tells me is that the cane is exactly what you need. And regarding your tardiness, I think an additional five strikes for every minute you are late is appropriate.”

“B-but… I c-cant…” I sputtered, my face now white as a sheet.

“Oh, don’t worry, boy. I have the cane with me. No need to trod back to my office, I will discipline you here and now.” Olivia raised her arm and inspected her wristwatch closely. “You are now… seven minutes late. In addition to your usual twenty strikes, that makes fifty-five times you are making me smash the cane into your bare balls.” She glanced at me with a smirk and a twinkle in her eyes, her right hand producing the cane from somewhere I hadn’t seen before. “Ooh, ouch. That’s going to hurt.”

“P-please, Miss Mimsy, I can’t take that many…” I was literally shaking in fear. I didn’t know that was possible.

“Tut-tut, none of that. As the one who has these pathetic things swinging between his legs, you are responsible for the amount of strikes that they receive. Now, let’s just slip them out and get started, shall we?”

Miss Mimsy slipped my briefs to the side, exposing my already bruised nuts and my dick leaking through the pink cage. She snorted in amusement and stroked a finger along my chastity cage. “Very cute. It is good to see this… thing under lock and key where it cannot do any harm. One day, we shall have all boys at this academy wear such a device… In the meantime, you will serve as their role model on the student council. Thankfully, I can trust Emily to know how to treat danglers.”

I made to plead with her one last time. “Olivia, please, do you not see how bruised and swollen my nuts already are? This one girl even wants to pop my balls!”

“I’m not quite sure what you mean? These look like two full, healthy testicles to me. If anything, they look exactly how they should,” she said and smiled at the rainbow of colours on my ball. Before I could ask her if she was serious, Miss Mimsy stuffed Imogen’s panties back into my mouth. “Now, for your lesson in discipline. Don’t bother counting, I will do so.”

She drew back her arm and let the cane fly.

*Smack!* “MHHH!”

“One.”

*Smack!* “HMMHH!”

“Two. Wait, that one only hit your left testicle. Let me try again.”

Miss Mimsy wasn’t just disciplining me, she was beating the ever-loving shit out of my balls. She really leaned into every strike, trying to make the cane hit my balls as hard as she could.

Over and over I felt my balls get smashed by the hard wood and it hurt so much that I lost track of anything that WASN’T my balls. At one point, I dared to look down at them and was horrified to see a bloated mass of lumpy nutsack, red and purple bruises littering the entire thing.

My cries muffled by the pair of panties in my mouth, I couldn’t even properly scream out the pain I was feeling. Instead, I was forced to endure my teacher busting my balls over and over again for what felt like an eternity.

When Miss Mimsy finally stopped and wiped off the sweat off her forehead, I was crying with joy. I had no more witty lines, no more smartass comments now, I just wanted, NEEDED, to go home and ice down my balls and pretend I didn’t have them. How lucky Emily, Yumi, Maisie and all the other girls were, to not have this shapeless bundle of pain between their legs.

“Phew, that was quite something, wasn’t it? Already, let me rest my arm for a bit, and then we’ll do the additional thirty-five hits you earned for your testicles. Better grit your teeth, this will take a while,” Miss Mimsy said and smiled.

For a short while, my uncontrolled sobbing was the only sound throughout the academy, before Miss Mimsy picked up the cane again and more smacking, along with muffled cries, filled the air again.