Castrated by riding boots II

Amy's Revenge: Dave's Friday Pt. II

Hey everyone! This is the follow-up story to "Dave's Friday", which I posted on this sub yesterday. I highly encourage you to read it if you haven't already! Like Part I, this story will contain hardcore BB, so if you are looking for softer stuff, this may not be for you. I hope you enjoy reading!

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Three months had passed since Amy had emasculated her former boyfriend Dave for cheating on him, and not a day had passed on which she didn't proudly think of what she had done. Dave was an outsider ever since, forever left with two crushed testicles. People did not care about him, nor did they know how he lost his balls. Dave was to embarrassed by the fact that he lost his manhood to such tiny feet, hence he kept the story and told his friends it was a work accident.

Amy on the other hand was still not done. She wanted to get revenge on the woman with whom Dave had cheated on her, Victoria. But she would ensure that like Dave, she wouldn't have the pleasure of touching balls again, as she planned to also castrate her boyfriend Lawrence out of revenge. This Saturday, she'd have the perfect chance to do just that. Amy had found out that Lawrence was the young fitness coach of a Yoga group, which assembled every Saturday evening. She signed up for the course over a month ago, and has observed Lawrence's routine as a coach since then. Amy found out that Lawrence always had to tidy up the large room that was used by the group after their session, as another group needed it on Sunday morning. Surely, today he would follow just the same routine as always! With a grin or her face, Amy packed her stuff and went to her car.

The evening played out exactly as she had predicted. The group finished their training, and all the women and men went to their locker rooms to change. Amy waited for a bit, she decided not to change. All she did was put her gym shoes away. After the last member of the group had left, Amy went to Lawrence's room. He was busy cleaning up the room, and at first didn't even notice Amy entering the room.

"Amy! What are you doing still here? Have you got something on your mind!", he asked the second he saw Amy.

"Actually, yes, I'd like to ask a very important question", Amy said. She stepped forward until she was right next to him."But I don't wanna say it too loud...I'm a bit shy about it, you know?"

"Okay Amy, I see. Tell me silently." He lowered his head a bit to Amy's, so that she could say it as quietly as possible.

"How do you like my knee between your legs", she whispered.

WHAM. The next second, Amy had slammed her knee into Lawrence's groin. Lawrence moaned and fell to the floor.

"And with that, another man down! Y'all are so pathetic, call yourselfes the strong sex, but can't even take a single hit!" Amy was laughing out loud.

"Fuck, Amy....I haven't done anything!" Lawrence screamed in pain. He looked up to her, and immediately felt a deep sense of fear. The young woman looked menacing, towering over him in her Nike sports top, long black leggings and the long white Nike socks. She had a sinister expression on her face.

"No, you did not. But you have to pay the price for what Victoria did. She and my boyfriend cheated on me. So no, in fact you haven't done anything. But castrating you is the best way of punishing Victoria. That way she'll never see your balls again." With that, she swung her right foot in his groin. Again. And again.

"The more I think about it, the more I feel like it's actually your fault. If you fucked good, Victoria wouldn't have wanted someone else. So I guess you actually do deserve this!", Amy shouted. She put more force into her kicks, much to the pain of Lawrence. Then she stopped her relentless assault and knelt down next to him, observing his body. He curled himself up like a cat.

"You know, I really like squeezing balls with my bare hands. I did it only once, but damn did it make me feel strong. But I kinda don't wanna touch your balls. You're a gross guy. What does Victoria even want from you? She's 22 like I am, and you are 30. You disgust me, you know that?", Amy told him.

"Please...stop...I am sorry you were cheated on. I really am!", Lawrence mumbled, still in immense agony.

"That's all that men can say" Amy said. "You're always sorry but you don't even mean it! You're just scared cause of your pathetic balls!". Angered, she lifted her left arm and rammed the elbow in his balls. Again, Lawrence screamed like a baby. Amy increased the pressure on her elbow, driving it deeper into the man's groin. The more power she put on her elbow, the higher the pitch of the man's screams became. When she couldn't push any harder, she let go of him. Lawrence released a loud and due to the pain distorted sigh of relieve when he saw Amy standing up. His hopes of her leaving now were shattered however, as Amy quickly followed up with a sentence that made his heart sink.

"We had some good fun. Now it's time to unman you."

All Lawrence wanted was to get up and run away. But he couldn't get up. He couldn't even move his legs without his balls hurting like hell.

"Amy, you can't do this! Please, I beg you to let me go...you punished me enough already...I'll probably never be able have kids anymore!"

"Well, that might be true, but I want to ensure it is the case. And there is only one way to guarantee that you're infertile forever. Popping your balls."

Fear flooded Lawrence's brain. "But you surely don't want to mess up your white socks? They'd be ruined forever!" He lifted his head up a little, only to see Amy smiling and and kicking him in the nuts with the white Nike socks another time. The kick wasn't even strong, but he was so beaten up by now that it just hit him like a truck, the pain instantly throwing his head dowm on the ground again.

"I don't need to mess up my socks", said Amy, and left the room. Lawrence sighed. He did it. He convinced her to spare him, he thought. But the second a small smile ran across his face, Amy came back in the room. For a second he thought her outfit was unchanged, but then he saw it. He couldn't see the white socks anymore. They were hidden in a pair of knee-high, black riding boots.

"You thought I'd fuck up my clothes for you? What a joke of a man you are! My socks alone are worth more than your dirty balls. I hope you don't mind getting castrated by riding boots. I've used these once already, so do not worry, your balls won't be a challenge for them."

She could see the dread in Lawrence's eyes. The fact that he was so scared of her and the boots aroused her. She could almost feel his heart getting heavier and heavier.

"No!!!", Lawrence screamed. He put both his hands around over his balls, covering them. He still couldn't move his legs without strong pain, so they were still spread wide open.

"I didn't think you'd be so keen on getting your hands kicked too. But as you wish". Without saying another word, Amy took a step back and then whipped her right riding boot directly into Lawrence's balls. Lawrence screamed in agony. He experienced pain like never before. The boots hit his fingers with a heavy blow, and the balls behind his hands were pressed to the pelvis bone. Another kick and he took his hands away, as he just couldn't keep them in place anymore.

"Ah, see! Now we can really get to business!", laughed Amy. She unleashed two more devastating kicks in his groin, then she placed her right boot sole on the ball sack. Even though the sole of the boots was hard, she could feel the blood pulsating through the man's nuts. She moved her foot over his sack softly, as if she was massaging him. She only used the front part of the boot sole, before placing the heel on the sack. Then, she swiftly increased the pressure by a tremendous amount, squishing the balls underneath the soles. Lawrence screamed louder than ever before.

"Say 'Farewell' to you balls now, you won't be using them ever again.", Amy giggled.

Then, she raised her riding boot and stomped its heel directly in Lawrence's sack with all the power she could bring up. The heel of the riding boot smacked both balls to the floor, and she felt the left ball popping almost immediately. Without hesitation, she delivered a quick follow-up kick, once again stomping the sack and crushing the other testicle, which exploded like an egg. Cum was spilled all over Amy's boots, but at that very moment she didn't care. She enjoyed the feeling of her boots grinding the now destroyed balls into mush. Then, she stopped, and looked at Lawrence. He cried and gasped.

"Are all men as weak as you?" Amy asked before leaving the room.