The First Clean Up [A Ballbusting Brothel Story]

All characters in this story are 18+. This is extreme, and involves non-con ballbusting, true torture, etc. You know the drill. In addition, this one has a bit of edging and what could possibly be construed as light cock-abuse. If you don't like that PLEASE don't read. Once again, I am open to any ideas for this series (though I cannot promise that I will include all of them). I’ll link the story directly before this here, and if you want to see the rest be sure to follow me. I post different things on different subreddits. Thanks for reading! Happy whatever you do with whatever is between your legs during this ;)

Last Scene: [https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1g3lylr/the\_first\_day\_at\_the\_brothel\_pain\_slave\_and\_the/](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1g3lylr/the_first_day_at_the_brothel_pain_slave_and_the/)

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Devon heard the door open a few minutes later and hoped to Goddess it was Miss Marlea. He was still sobbing openly, and his body was turned in on itself the best it could be considering he was chained up. 

Miss Marlea walked up to him and picked up the bat next to him on the bed. “No!” he screamed. “Please no!” 

“Shh,” she said, carding her fingers through his hair. “I’m not going to hit you with this. Did she hit you with this?”“Yes.”

“Well, we had agreed she couldn’t. She won’t be coming back here. You’ll be okay.” She set the bat back down. 

“This will happen every day?” he whispered. 

“Yes, honey, until you’re bought. Now, I need to check your testicles. Just make sure everything’s still alright down there. I’ll be gentle, but I know they’re extra sensitive right now.” Her fingers brushed over his pulsing organs and he shuttered. She felt around, and at one point even pressed down, causing him to squeak. 

“They’ll be just fine,” she said. “A little bruised, but they’ll recover. Normally, you’d have a few more sessions, but I know that this is a lot for a first day, so you can go home. Your clothes are in the corner. I’ll see you tomorrow, 8 am sharp.” 

“What if I’m ever not okay?” he whispered. 

“Well, if a doctor needs to do some work on you, the person who hurt you will pay the full fee to get you healed up. If someone completely castrates you without my permission, they’ll pay full price to you, then I’ll sell you to another brothel specializing in something else that you can still do without testicles.” 

“Can’t I do that now?” 

“If your testicles were removed by you, you would be a pain slave of some other type and a lot of ammendities would be taken from you. You'll have to be watched all the time and sleep chained up to keep you from hurting yourself. If you tried again, the punishment would be death,” she said, and when he was silent except to sob, she said, “I bet I can make you feel a bit better.” 

She let go of his balls and grabbed lube. He knew what that meant, and even with the pain his cock gave a pathetic little twitch. She smiled, but it looked almost sad. “So, what I need is for you to tell me when you're close.”

“Yes, Ms. Marlea,” he said. She began stroking his cock, her hand moving up and down at a breakneck speed, twisting on his considerable length, rubbing her thumb over the head while the rest of her grazed against the sensitive vein underneath. Devon couldn't help it; He bucked his hips, his whole body filled with a buzzing sort of pressure, aimed towards his swelling and dripping cock. Despite the ache between his legs, and it wasn’t long before he was crying out, “Miss Marlea, I’m close. I’m–” 

Ms. Marlea grabbed his balls and yanked on them, then twisted, while also holding onto the base of his cock hard, keeping him from coming. 

Somehow, with how sensitive he was, it was even worse than the bat. Or maybe it was newer, and every pain felt worse. He howled. 

“Get soft Devon,” she said calmly, twisting and yanking it continuously, rather than just keeping it in one spot. He thought getting soft would be easy with the amount of pain he was in, but for some reason the pressure of his balls seemed to keep the blood trapped and he was just left yanking on the chains and screaming. 

“Devon,” she repeated, “The moment you get soft I’ll stop. Just think about some old hag like me.” 

Of course, though she was a bit older, she was a real MILF to Devon, and first, he was imagining her talking to him, then he was imagining her taking her clothes off, revealing the stretch marks that he so loved around women’s breasts and thighs, and in his imagination, the breasts were just as perky not in a bra. Then, he imagined his cock rubbing between her breasts. “Fuck,” he groaned, sure he was about to come, then she let go of his balls with one hand and ground it on his cock, pulling the raging member up and away from his balls so they were pulled even tighter. He screamed again, and finally his erection started to subside. She let go, then immediately started testing his testicles again to make sure there was no injury.

“Ms. Merlea,” he groaned.

“Yes?” she asked, glancing up at him. “They’re still fine.”

“But– but– why–” 

“It’s part of being a ballbusting mistress, unfortunately. I’m the only one who can guarantee you edges, unless the clients want to, and I promise I will edge you whenever you want, but the rule is you need to learn to associate edges with ballbusting. I don’t know if it’s to make you like ballbusting more or edges less, but either way, it’s an important part of being a ballbusting mistress. Now, is one edge enough?”

“Yes, Ms. Merlea. I just need to figure out how to get to my new home.”
“Good boy.”