“Cash, Credit or Balls?”

*Contains: >!public nudity, sex and ballbusting!<*

“And one grande cappuccino for John, there you go. Will you pay cash, credit or balls?” the cute barista asked. On his cup, she had written ‘Jen’.

John patted down the worn suit he was wearing. Where was…? He sighed.

*Great, first day of my new job and I forget my wallet.* He grimaced. He hated what came next.

“I guess that will be… balls.”

The three college girls behind him wolf-whistled at that. “Nice, free show with our pumpkin spice lattes!”

The barista smiled professionally and indicated the space next to the counter. “Balls it is. Very good, sir. Please step over here so I can complete your order without holding up the line.”

Head hung in shame, John stood where she wanted him to and put down his suitcase. The barista knelt down in front of him.

He couldn't help but notice her hips in this position, a tight little skirt stretching over her bubble butt. John could even see down the shirt of her uniform and spy the edges of her bra. It was a wonderful sight this early in the morning.

It also distracted him from the barista opening his fly and letting his cock and balls flop out.

“Thank you for choosing Starbucks,” she said with a smile, and then punched him in the balls.

“Oh!”

The college girls behind him giggled, watching his exposed dick and balls flop around wildly as they were struck by the barista.

“We hope to see you again!” She grabbed his balls and squeezed them excruciatingly hard. John involuntarily crossed his eyes.

“Hrgh!”

“And don't forget to give our new chai swirls a try. They’re a limited offer until the end of November!” The cute barista smiled and slammed her knuckles into the soft meat of his balls again, causing John nauseating pain.

But before he could sink to the ground, she held his cock in front of her face. “And your change, sir.” She pushed out her tongue and, to John’s delight, gave his cock one long, sloppy lick from the center of his nutsack to the tip of his cock.

Humiliated, aroused and in nauseating pain, John dropped to the ground. He could hear one of the college students snicker and mutter just loud enough so that he could hear her. “Didn’t know you could bring your own beans for the barista to grind.”

“He even looks like he’s bringing his own cream. A bit more change and he’d already spurt.”

“He’s only going to produce whipped cream, though, did you see how hard she beat his cum tanks?”

John whimpered. This day could really only get better.

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It got worse from there.

“I’m telling you I have a commuter’s pass,” he said, exasperated by the black-haired ticket clerk.

She just looked at him with a bored expression, having heard the same excuses a million times already. “I can’t let you through if you don’t have your ticket with you, sir. I can sell you a ticket valid for the entire day if you wish.”

John slumped. “Fine, I’ll take that then.”

“That’ll be seven dollars, please.”

“I’ll pay with…” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “With my balls, please.”

That seemed to wake the clerk from her stupor. “Excellent! Please insert your balls in the hole to your right!”

John unzipped his fly and stepped to the side, where a metal hatch at crotch-height opened. He inserted his genitals and looked around as the clerk got to work.

His eyes fell on a woman he recognized. He had seen her at the station every morning for the last month. She was blonde and looked so sweet, so innocent. She was exactly John’s type. If he was honest, he’d started this job partially because it allowed him to commute with the same subway line he had used before, just for a chance to see her again.

John started blushing when he saw her smile, tuck a strand of hair behind her ear – and then make her way over to him.

“H-hello. I think I’ve seen you around before. I’m Amy.”

His heart was beating in his throat. “Hey Amy, yeah, you take the ‘E’ line as well, right? I’m Joh- Ooooooh…”

He pressed his head against the glass of the ticket booth. The bored clerk had a small hammer in her hand, like those used at the doctor’s office to test reflexes. She had just struck his right nut with it.

Only now did Amy realize that he had inserted a very delicate part of himself through the hatch. The clerk raised the little hammer again and beat his right ball again.

Amy blushed furiously. “Oh, uhm, ok… Joe. It looks like you’re busy, so… Nice meeting you, see you around!” She turned and quickly walked away.

“No, wait, Amy! I wanted to tal- Argh! My balls!”

“Don’t worry, sir, just five more strikes and payment will be complete.” She hammered his right ball again with a sly smile. “Terribly sorry, sir. I hope I wasn’t interrupting anything.”

“Cockblocking bitch,” he hissed. “Do you get off on interrupting conversations or something?”
She just stared at him, unimpressed. Then she slammed the hammer into his nuts again, harder than before, making John howl.

“Oh no, it seems I have lost count. I better start from the beginning,” she said in a flat, monotone voice.

“Oh for fuck's sake… Guh, fuck!” The strikes to his nuts were much harder now. The hammer hit the center of his right nut as if it wanted to split it in two. “At least hit the left one as well!”

The clerk isolated his right testicle and pressed it against the wall of her ticket booth so that it couldn’t bounce. John’s right nut would have to absorb the entire force of the strike now. “Standard procedure says that we bill one testicle per item. If you wish, I can sell you another ticket and bill leftie. You know, so they’re symmetrical again,” she said.

John just grimaced and closed his eyes, his right ball getting beat heavily seven more times before the clerk was through with him. By that point, Amy was nowhere to be seen. He stumbled over to the train that had just pulled in, praying to God that there was a seat for him.

Of course, the subway was packed this morning.

And what was even worse was that he ran into Tiffany. They had dated in high school briefly (which in this case meant just two weeks), but he had broken up with her when he stopped being horny for her, admittedly, massive tits and realized she was dumber than a box of rocks. She’d been his first girlfriend, the one he lost his virginity to, so he did occasionally still jerk off to the memory of her – but other than that, he was completely over her.

But since they’ve always shared a friend circle, John still regularly saw her on parties and trips with his friends, however.

“John,” the woman with the brown curly hair yelled through the subway car and waved exaggeratedly, “I haven’t seen you in so long! How are you?!”

“I’m… fine, Tiffany. How are you?” John’s mood was already at a low-point, how was he supposed to bear an annoying acquaintance with tits for brains?

“Oh, what’s the matter, Johnnie? You’re not still mad at me for giving you a good nut-thumping when you broke up with me, right?”

He felt his cheeks warm. “No, that’s not-”

“You broke up with me over the phone! You know your balls deserved a good, solid kick after that!”

Several women around them turned and smirked at John, who wanted nothing more than to be anywhere else right now. “No, that’s not what- I just forgot my wallet.”

“I see! Been paying the bills with the coin purse between your legs then, eh?” She slapped her palm up between his legs, making him double over. A few of the women around them giggled. “I get it then, Paul’s always getting cranky when he has to pay with his sack as well. Speaking of which, you still owe me for that trip to LA last year, remember?”

*God, why did she have to hit my right ball.* “Uh-huh…”

“I really don’t like having to ask you to pay again and again, so can we just do this real quick?”

Holding his balls, John grunted at her. “I just told you, I forgot my wallet.” *You dumb bitch,* he added in his mind.

“That’s ok! I’ll just withdraw from your ballsies!” He paled at that, but already a few ‘helpful’ women stepped in to pull his arms away from his balls and make sure his legs were spread. “Oh, thank you very much,” Tiffany said to the women.

“No problem, girl, let his balls have it,” a redheaded woman in a long skirt and open cardigan said.

“Wait, Tiffany, I can pay you la-”

“So I think you still owe me 125 dollars, that’s… uhm…” Tiffany started counting on her fingers.

“You can get there with five hard kicks, two knees and five punches, sweetie,” the same woman said.

“Ah, thank you!” Tiffany turned to John. “Time to pay, Johnnie!”

“NO, WAIT, PLEEEEEEE!” His pleading had turned to a soprano squeal when Tiffany’s foot smashed into his gonads with tremendous force. Tiffany was still wearing the same Doc Martens she’d worn in high school. The heavy boots left no space for his testicles to avoid a crushing blow.

The women in the subway car cheered for the hard nut kick, urging Tiffany on and asking her to hit John’s balls even harder. She obliged with two more devastating kicks right between John’s legs.

He was screaming in pain and would have already fallen down if it weren’t for the women holding him up.

Tiffany breathed in deeply. “Wow, haven’t had to do *that* in quite a while. And certainly not to you, Johnnie. Remember Pete? He would always borrow money from me and then pay it back with his balls. At one point, I was sure I cracked his coin purse permanently, but apparently, he was fine! That really goes to show how things never quite turn out the way we thought as teenagers, doesn’t it?”

John blubbered something incoherent, so Tiffany just shrugged and slammed her boots into his balls twice more.

“Next stop, Franklin Avenue,” the crackling speaker said.

“Oh no, that’s my stop. Here, I’ll be as quick as I can about the rest of your nut thumping.” Tiffany stepped forward and wrapped her arms around John’s chest. He felt her massive, soft boobs press against him as his head slumped onto her shoulder.

Tiffany giggled in his ear. “This is kinda like when we had fun together in high school, isn’t it? We really had a lot of nice sex. Like, when we banged in my parent’s kitchen? Or on Pete’s couch? I wouldn’t mind trying that again some time. You know, after your ballsies have healed. Shoot me a message some time. Ok, here come the knees!” she said cheerfully and rammed her leg up into his balls again.

John whimpered as her knee flattened his nuts into pancakes. Especially his right ball screamed in agony.

“Shh, it’s okay, just one more knee… oh, and the punches, can’t forget to punch you in the balls a few times, right? Anyway, not much to go now!”

John could only hug her tighter, enjoying the feeling of her tits while her knee scrambled his eggs one more time.

Then, she let him go and fell to the ground. John was on all fours, mewling like a kitten.

The doors of the subway car opened. “Oh no, but what about the ball punches?” Tiffany asked.

“You get going, girl, we will handle the rest,” the nice redhead in a skirt said.

“Really? Oh, thank you so much! Thank you, just give him a good, solid five punches to the nards and he’ll be done!” Tiffany was shouting back now as she ran out into the station, her chest wobbling hypnotically.

Back in the subway car, the redhead knelt beside John. Reaching between his legs, she unzipped his fly and let his cock and, by now, very swollen balls flop out. She whistled. “No wonder you two were dating. You’ve got almost as much meat on you as she does.” She grabbed his nuts, pulling them through his legs to make them more accessible. “Alright, ladies, who wants to do the honors?”

“I’ll do it,” a short but muscular woman with a short pixie haircut said. She was tanned, wearing nothing but very short black workout wear that left her abs and rippling biceps and thighs uncovered. “I’m on my way to training, I could use a warm-up with his punching bag.”

The woman holding his balls grimaced at John in sympathy. “Ouch. Hope that trip was worth it. This girl looks like she regularly punches the stuffing out of a sandbag. Okay, I’ll hold his nuts for you, have at him!”

The muscular gym bunny clenched her fist and concentrated for a second. Then, she unleashed a flurry of hard, fast jabs that dented his balls like she was taking revenge on them.

Fist after fist smashed into his gonads that had nowhere to go thanks to being held in place. John’s eyes crossed involuntarily and he started to foam at the mouth.

For a whole minute, she was beating up on his nuts, hard knuckles striking soft, fragile testicles. This woman wasn’t just speedbagging his nuts, she was leaning into the punches to strike his testicles as hard as she could.

“Didn’t the girl say he only owed five more punches?” someone asked.

The redhead and the muscular girl looked at each other. “Did she? Guess he overpaid then,” the redhead said. “How many punches was that?”

“Aw man, I wanted to go another few minutes. He has very punchable balls. That was… I don’t know, maybe thirty or forty jabs and hooks?”

“Oh, ouch… it’s ok, I’ll give him his change,” the redhead said, flipping John over onto his back. At this point, all his strength had left him through his balls. He was at the complete mercy of these women.

“Nah, that’s alright. I punched his sack, I owe him,” the muscle girl said. She knelt between his legs and lifted her shirt to expose her tits. Then, she grabbed his limp cock. “There you go, big guy. One handjob until you cum. That should be enough, right?” Without waiting for John to answer, she started roughly tugging on his limp dick.

She had a tight grip on his penis, almost choking it. Her wrist moved up and down in short, brutal strokes that stretched his skin. Her handjob was painful, and it would have hurt even without the motion of her hand jostling his now bruised and grotesquely swollen balls. Or the fact that she slammed her hand down as far as she could, her wrist smashing into his nuts.

As could be expected, John just cried instead of relishing the girl masturbating him.

“Why is he not getting hard? Hello, I’m rubbing your dick for you? Is this some kind of comment on my body, asshole?”

The woman in the skirt tried to calm her. “I think if you just go a bit slower and gentler on his penis, he wou-”

But the training obsessed girl didn’t hear her. It looked like she was trying to crush his dick in her fist. “You men are always telling women what their bodies should look like, setting these unrealistic beauty standards. So what if I don’t have big tits like that bimbo friend of yours? That means you can’t even get hard when a girl like me jerks your cock?” She pulled on his dick like she was trying to rip it off, only to then smash her fist down until it wrecked his balls some more.

“I really think he’s just in a lot of pain and-”

“Nah, fuck this. Stupid macho asshole. You can go rub that useless little thing yourself.” Letting go of his abused penis, she punched his nuts again. The swollen ballbag jiggled, behaving much like the punching bags she was accustomed to. Then she stood up, grabbed her bag and moved to another car while muttering and enraged.

“Oh boy… well, sorry, but I think you won’t get your change from her,” the redhead said and gently patted his balls. “Anyway, what stop do you need to get out? Here, I’ll help you pack away your… stuff.”

She awkwardly tried to stuff his swollen nuts back into his pants, bruises blossoming all over John’s nutsack and dick. It proved to be so complicated that it took her until John’s stop was called out over the speaker.

Out of time, the woman squeezed his balls in her hand to make them temporarily smaller, quickly zipped up his fly and then helped him stagger out of the subway car and onto the station.

This really was the worst morning he could have possibly had before starting his new job.