A Bad Bet.

Darrel couldn’t really believe this. He was seated across from a tiny little woman of Asian descent. She was five foot nothing, and if she broke the hundred pound mark, it would only be if her hair was wet. They’d been texting back and forth for a couple of weeks, and she’d really talked up a good game. He’d been exploring Tinder and had been pretty clear that he was looking to hook up with someone for hard ballbusting. She’d claimed that she’d really wreck him, but Darrel was a veteran of the scene and had a very high pain tolerance.

“So… you think you can break me?” He asked with a mixture of curiosity and doubt. He looked at her again; she was pretty, but in a very delicate way. She brought out his protective side, not at all the kind of emotion he usually had with this kind of encounter. He’d had encounters with goth chicks, body builders, martial artists, cow girls and all kinds of woman, but this woman was so slight of build and demure, he just couldn’t see it.

“You don’t believe me?” Jen arched an eyebrow at him. He was over six feet tall and even with both of them seated, she had to look way up at him. “Look, let's make this a bit more interesting?”

“I’m listening” He nodded.

Jen smiled at him. This dumb ass was going to really regret his decisions, and she was looking forward to him being humbled. “Ok big guy, we will head back to my place. I’m going to tie you up and then your balls are going to be put through absolute hell. If you can stay conscious for … 10 minutes, I’ll let you fuck me.”

He scratched his chin and smirked at her. “10 minutes? What if I can go longer? What if I could hold out for 30 minutes? Or 60?”

She got serious for a moment. :”30 min? If you can last that long, I’d let you do whatever you wanted to me.”

“Take you from behind? Rough?” he leered a bit, trying to scare her off, he wasn’t really feeling this.

“Oh.. honey, that’s adorable. After 30 min, you wouldn’t be able to get it up to do the deed, but sure, rough as you like.” She laughed lightly.

“Getting busted turns me on, especially if it’s light. I think you’d be surprised at how well I can perform after 30 min.” He grinned darkly at her. He was getting annoyed that she thought he was a push over. “For the sake of argument, what happens if I do pass out before the 10 minute mark?”

Jen grinned like a cat, all white teeth with the sharp points of her incisors poking down. “Well, then I get to keep you for the next 60 minutes and do… well, whatever the fuck I want to you.” She twisted her hands into a vice.

Darren realized this could get bad quickly. He scratched his head. “A few ground rules; no weapons, no cutting my nuts off, no fire.”

She looked shocked, well fake shocked anyway. “Cooking utensils?”

“Just kicks, punches, knees, grabs, stuff that can be done with the body.” He said.

“So only physical attacks? Barefoot or can shoes get involved?” She was half focusing on him and also on her phone. She seemed to be scrolling social media while chatting.

“For the first ten minutes, just barefoot for the bet, after that, it’s up to you.”

“So, you can only be busted by kicks, knees, punches, etc to see who wins the bet?”

“Yep, that sounds right.”

Jen stuck out her hand. “Deal, but I’m gagging you for those first 10 minutes. Don’t want you complaining once the pain starts.” Darren shook it and they left the coffee house. He still wasn’t convinced that she could really give him a decent workout, but he did appreciate how hard she pushed.

They walked a few blocks, mostly chatting about small talk, and then arrived at a basement apartment with a walkdown set of steps. No windows that he could see. She unlocked two deadbolts, then the main lock and opened a heavy steel door. Jen flicked on the light, and invited Darren inside. He walked past her into the unit, and she pulled the door shut, throwing the bolts back into the locked position. He looked around and saw that the main room had very little in the way of decorations. Just a couch over to one side, with a flat screen on the wall. The bulk of the floor was given over to judo mats, gym equipment and chin up bars.

Jen took him by the hand and led him over to a very heavy duty squat rack. “Lose the pants, footwear and jacket” She told him firmly. He obeyed and started undressing, until he was down to underwear and a shirt. She had produced a set of handcuffs and clipped it over his left wrist. “Arms above your head.” He did so, and she looped the cuff over the bar overhead, securing his hands up in the air. She then took out a rope and tied his right leg tightly to the squat rack bar. She then nudged his other leg suggestively, running her thigh inside his. He obliged and spread his leg out wide, getting lower as he did so, until his arms were stretched out tight against the cuffs. She tied off the rope on his ankle, then planted her foot on the rack and heaved his leg outwards, putting more pressure on his wrists, as his toes were now barely supporting his weight. Once she had it knotted off, she stood in front of him and smirked. Jen patted his heavy balls which were pressing against the now tight underwear and hanging low. “Such a pity.” She purred. “These are really quite impressive.It’s too bad there won’t be anything left of them by the time we are done here.”

Darren got turned on by that comment. He didn’t think she was strong enough to do any real damage, but damn if she didn’t have the sexiest way of teasing him. “I really appreciate your confidence, but if I were you, I’d be more concerned about what’s going to happen once the time is up. It’s not just my balls that are big.” He was visibly growing hard from her patting, and it wasn’t a brag. “I just don’t think you have enough power to get the job done.” He smirked at her, it would be the very last time he would smile for the night…

“Last chance to back out. 10 minutes and no holding back, you sure?”

Darren nodded. “All good, I’ve got this.”

Jen stuck a ball gag in his mouth before he could talk any more and moved behind him to secure it. She whispered in his ear. “You know, I might not have enough power to do the job properly.” Again, she caressed his nuts, this time from the back, she even ran her fingers over his cock for a moment, getting a shiver of anticipation out of Darren. “However, I never said that I’d be doing the kicking, just that you’d.. Get kicked without shoes and no other hardware. And if you lasted 10 minutes, you’d get to do all sorts of nasty things to me.”

She came around to his front and smiled at him. Darren wasn’t quite sure what she’d just said. He let out a muffled “Huhn??”

“Sarah…” Jen called out to one of the bedrooms. “Roomie dear, I’ve got a very bad man out here. He said he was going to violate me in some, well truly graphic ways and likely holes if he’s still conscious in 10 minutes. Would you mind terribly if you… made that not happen?” She leaned forward and gave Darren a quick kiss on the cheek. “Personally, I don’t think you’ll last five minutes, and I wouldn’t give your balls a chance of functioning after three, but let's see how tough you are.” She whispered in his ear. “I'll hold up my end, if you can last ten min, I'm going to fuck you. If you want my ass, well, you’ll need to go the full thirty”

The bedroom door opened, and a six foot tall, heavily muscled woman with dirty blonde hair walked into the main room. She was wearing tight fitting gym shorts and a sports bra, and nothing else. Darren could see she was as tall as him, and probably heavier. “A bad man?” Sarah asked. She looked him up and down, with his legs spread, she was nearly a head taller than him. Darren nearly wet himself. This was the hardest, meanest looking woman he’d ever come across. He might be able to handle a kick or two, but fuck this was going to go south quickly. He tried to protest, but it just came out as a muffled mess.

“Oh, he wants to take that big cock of his and jam it up my ass with no lube.” Jen told her. “He was very.. Cocky about this.” She stroked him again, getting him hard. “All he needs to do is survive you for the next ten minutes.”

“Cocky?” Sarah chuckled at the terrible pun. “So, you need me to break his balls, turn him into a eunuch, that sort of thing?” Darren shook his head wildly at this and tried screaming out protest, but Jen smiled like a pixie.

“He told me that not only could he last 10 minutes, but a full 30, and he’d still be able to fuck me afterwards” She turned and moved away from Darren, settling down on the couch and pulling out her phone to videotape what was about to come. “He even said that we weren’t strong enough to make him sweat, that he’s got this.”

Sarah cracked her knuckles and sized up the human punching bag that was stretched out before her. “I guess, we will just have to find out, for science or something.” She bent over, flexing her massive quads and calves in a warm up. “It’s an interesting challenge, I can break concrete blocks with my kicks, so I doubt those two lemons would last more than a couple of hits.” She stood up and flexed for Darren, her arms were gigantic. “I could tell you some stories.., but maybe another time. The trick is to keep you conscious for as long as possible. Once you pass out, I’ll be out of fun.”

Jen piped up, “HAHAHA, Sarah, this dumb ass didn't say we had to stop once he passed out. You can just unload on him for all ten minutes, conscious or not.” She pulled her phone camera into position. “I’m going to start the timer, ready Darren?”

He screamed a protest, but again, it didn’t really amount to anything beyond a sad groan. Sarah tossed a look at Jen and nodded. “Action!” Jen shouted.

Sarah turned and flexed her toes, lining up her first shot. Darren watched in horrified fascination as the muscles rippled and then locked into position as she launched her kick. Sarah drove a front kick into Darren’s nuts, powering in with all of her force and blasting his testicles into his pelvis. The pain was beyond anything he’d ever experienced. She kicked him so hard that the bindings on his ankles had cut into his flesh and drawn blood. His large, proud balls were flattened against the groin and crushed by her iron hard shin. If she’d taken a baseball bat to his balls, it would have been kinder. His nuts exploded in fiery agony and his abs contracted, trying not to vomit up everything in his stomach. Darren broke out in a cold sweat and started hyperventilating.

This was going to be a long 10 minutes...

Part 2 is up here. https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/s/YMB9zdU28b