Making The Girls Of Bealluc Academy Bust My Balls: Six Degrees Of Separation

*Contains: >!busting with tools, sph, public, castration talk!<*

*All characters aged 18+*

[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/), [Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1fwrt7x/making_the_girls_of_bealluc_academy_bust_my_balls), [Part 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1hy9ds0/making_the_girls_of_bealluc_academy_bust_my_balls/), [Part 5](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1ik3goj/making_the_girls_of_bealluc_academy_bust_my_balls/)

“Maybe we, mhmm, we can pop your balls out of a hole in the floor and she sta- oooh, stands on them while giving a speech,” Rose asked while lightly slapping my balls against her clit. Both of our genitals were red and sore, mine from the merciless torture Rose had enacted on my balls all weekend, hers from an orgasm count that I, frankly, had lost track of.

Let’s rewind. My dick was still locked up and out of reach, so when we fell in through the door of Rose’s flat, sucking face, I knew we couldn’t have sex like normal couples. Not that we were ‘normal’, but I was still really looking forward to making her squeal on my dick while she squeezed my nuts.

But Rose didn’t seem to mind. When she ripped off my clothes, she had this hungry look in her eyes, like a lioness about to go for the kill. She went straight for my balls. Until we passed out that night, exhausted and sweaty, we never put our clothes back on. It turned out that because Rose was so ashamed of her fetish for putting testicles through hell, I was her first proper boyfriend aside from some short-lived flings. Therefore, she was eager to try all sorts of things she had fantasized about, using my balls.

It started with the longest and most painful hug of my life. “Just- just spread your- please, I need this, I need to feel them squish against my-,” she huffed. This girl was so horny, she couldn’t even finish the sentence.

I obeyed and immediately felt her flatten my nuts with a knee.

“Yes! Mmn, yes! Your nuts are mine, all mine!” She kneed me twice again, hard, grunting like a deranged animal. Of course, my whimpers weren’t much better. My chinos didn’t exactly provide much protection for my nuts. God, Rose knew exactly how to make a boy hurt. “I’m going to make them hurt so bad!” *Thump* Mister President, another knee has hit the twin orbs. “You’ll taste your balls for the next month!”

*Thump* I could only hug and will my legs to stay spread wide for her. My hand fondled one of her tits over her top, my fingers sinking into her soft boob like I was trying to avenge my busted balls. I don’t think she even noticed.

*Thump* “I won’t stop, even if you beg me!” *Thump* “Your balls can get bruised black and blue and I won’t stop!” *Thump*

“R-rose!” I squeaked.

*Thump* “Even if they start to break I won’t!” *Thump* “They’re mine!” *Thump* “So if they pop, it’s your fault!” *Thump*

“P-pop?!”

*Thump* “Oh God! I’m… I’M CUMMING!” *Thump*

“Nuuuh…!”

Rose screamed into my ear while pressing her knee as deep into my nuts as she could. Through my crossed eyes, I saw her stare at the ceiling in bliss while she ground my nuts under her knee, teeth pressed tightly together. Her orgasm hit her like a truck and she lost her footing. We fell down, her on top of me with her knee still pressed into my balls.

For a while, we just lay there. Rose’s chest was heaving, basking in the afterglow of her climax while I squeaked and whimpered into her ears. Hey, in my defence, she was still crushing my balls against the floor. When she eventually came back to her senses, she grinned like a maniac while nuzzling my neck.

“If that has you whimpering, your big old plums won’t survive long with me…” she breathed and boy, was she right.

Her knees proved to only be the start. But first, we stripped in front of each other. She was Aphrodite incarnate. Have you ever seen a girl and questioned how everything about her could look so inviting? How her golden hair looked falling on her bare back, how her boobs had just that little bit of bounce and sag that let you know they would feel so soft in your hand? The way her tummy had those cute, faint tan lines, the curve of her hips that made you want to grab them, the tasteful little tuft of hair above her mound that had the softest, dark peach fuzz? Rose was all that and more, and somehow the best part was that she was still a little shy about me seeing her naked, like she didn't already have me humping the air like a dog in heat.

For the next two days she punched, squeezed, kicked, stomped, elbowed, bit and even headbutted my testicles with a fervour that, at times, was even scaring a degenerate like me. After Rose had used every body part she could think of, she worked my gonads over with a meat tenderizer, a lemon squeezer and a rolling pin. Then she smashed a knot tied into a heavy rope into my balls, squished them between books and pulled on them with one of those elastic gym bands wrapped around them.

By Sunday, most of her fervent energy had been spent, but that didn’t mean her creativity or lust for making my nuts hurt had diminished. We had just finished an incredibly terrifying and painful session where she had me stand outside her bedroom, pulled my sack through and shut the door on my nut cords.

Not only did that make all the nerves in my testicles cry out in pain, packed tightly in the thin slit between the door and the frame – it also meant that Rose had unfettered access to a disembodied pair of testicles. There was nothing I could do to stop her from using as much violence as she wanted on them. Did I mention I heard her turn a key in the lock after? Yeah, my nuts were helpless.

Blow after blow came, some softer, some had me legitimately screaming out in pain. With my nuts stuck in her bedroom door, I could barely see the clock in her little kitchenette. Whatever she was doing to my testicles in there, it went on for a full forty-five minutes. By the end, I was pale, sweaty, nauseous and standing on my tiptoes to give myself more time if a nasty hit to the boys would make my legs give out. I was genuinely terrified that I might fall and rip off my own balls.

When Rose opened the door again, the air inside was heavy. Her body and hair was sweaty, and she stank of cumming her brains out. In short, it was amazing, but I couldn’t appreciate it because I dropped to her feet and wept.

She carried me to her bed where we cuddled, my bruised balls cradled safely in her hand. And that’s how we eventually ended up talking about how we could make Emily finally kick my nuts while Rose lightly slapped my balls against her kitty. I had my everything wrapped around her, like she was a ball-hurty teddy bear.

“I’ll be honest, I’m not sure how Emily ticks. We need to find her trigger, find what circumstances make her think kicking boys between the legs is OK. If I have a better grasp on who she is, I can help you come up with a plan.”

“You think she has that? A trigger?” I asked in a whiny voice.

Rose smiled. “Of course. Every girl has one. Hitting you boys in the balls is every girl’s primal instinct, but what gets us there is different. As in the context, or what a boy says or does, or how he looks. It's like following a recipe, or uhm…”

“Like a six degrees of separation thing?”

“Yeah, kind of. Every girl is only ever six or fewer degrees away from kicking balls, I like that," Rose said. Then, she whispered into my ear. "Want to know what makes me want to go for the nuts? It's boys that are cute.”

“You think I’m cute?”

She laughed and squeezed my balls in her hand. “You’re lucky I’m your girlfriend now. Fishing for compliments like that will only make me hurt your nuts even more.” Then she whispered into my ear while pinching just my left testicle between her fingers. “Yes, I think you’re cute. I wanted to see you hold your poor, swollen ballsies from the moment I laid my eyes on you.”

I moaned. “God, you’re amazing.”

“I know.” Rose wrapped her hand around my whole sack, weighing my balls in her palm. “Oof, they’re getting so hot and swollen. I love it.”

Woman, you just spent an entire weekend trying to destroy them, of course they’re swollen! Good job on that. “What trigger do you think Emily has?”

“No idea. I should find an excuse to visit you all hanging out for the student council to find out. For Amanda, it’s getting to put cocky boys in their place. For Miss Mimsy, it's getting to lord it over the ‘weaker sex’. And from what you told me about Maisie and Yumi, one seems to see them as pranks while the other is fascinated by such an obvious weak spot. Who knows, in the end Emily is going to ask you to please let her kick you in the nuts without you having to do anything.”

“Fat chance,” I said. “And you forgot Imogen in your little list. She seems to think she helps me by trying to castrate me.”

“Yeah,” Rose said and bit her lip. Seeing that reaction while your girlfriend’s playing with your balls is a trifle terrifying. “Haha, don’t worry! I want to keep hurting your nuts forever and ever. Can’t do that when I pop them, yeah?”

I chuckled nervously. “Y-yeah, haha…”

“But you have to admit, as a fantasy it’s really hot,” Rose whispered and then kissed me. Her nails were tracing the bruises she had created on my scrotum.

---

I was nervously folding leaflets that the student council would distribute. I could barely walk from my weekend with Rose, my balls sore and swollen from both abuse and having my dick locked away for God knows how long now. Aside from the one time Miss Mimsy had made me spurt in biology class, I hadn't beat my meat in over a month! Even Maisie seemed to prefer riding a strap-on now instead of my actual dick. Which meant being in a room with Yumi, Momo and, worst of all, Emily sent my dick into overdrive.

Momo’s slight smell of sweat and shampoo made me grit my teeth and start salivating. When Yumi hugged me as a greeting, I involuntarily rubbed my hips against her. Not that she noticed without an erection to poke her.

And Emily. God, Emily. How dare she sit there, with her tits and her ass and her face and her thighs and her feet? That little amused smile she gave me when she noticed me staring, one of her eyebrows cocked as if taunting me to give in to my male urges, to bend her over and take her, to claim her pussy as mine, to fuck and bang and breed and-

*Knock, knock!*

“Hey, little weenie, go and see who’s there,” Momo said.

I snapped out of my horny daydreams. “I’m not that small…” I grumbled but went to open the door anyway. As soon as I did, I was pressed against the wall and had a tongue shoved into my mouth. A knee was forced between my legs, trapping my balls against the wall. As I was forcefully made out with, the knee moved in a circle, grinding my nuts in amazing agony.

When Rose broke off the kiss, I sank to the floor with a moan. She had almost made me cum in my pants from that.

I’ll be honest, for the next minutes I was in a near-orgasmic daze, so I’ll have to rely on what Rose later told me was going on. It might not be verbatim what they all said, but it should be *practically* the same.

My amazing girlfriend went up to Emily and definitely said, “Please, I need my boyfriend’s huge, manly cock in me. You have to give me the key to his chastity cage, I can’t live without his cock!”

And then Emily said something like, “Are you sure? His cock is a weapon of mass pussy slaying, if you free it, I can’t guarantee that we won’t all fall for him!”

“Yes, I’m sure! I won’t be a complete woman without getting to experience the bliss that is getting fucked by his monster cock – but how about I’ll make you a deal. Before his dick was locked away, he got his balls kicked into his throat by all the girls regularly, right? Why don’t you show me how to tame his titanic dick by kicking his nuts right now, and then I’ll be responsible for keeping a tight rein on his dong!”

“Oh, I can do that,” Yumi probably cried happily. “I’ve been training to attack his groin for a long time now, I’ll show you where it hurts him the most!”

And then my girlfriend must have hesitated, saying something like, “Err, thanks Yumi, but you know what, I’m not sure if I can recreate your kicks accurately, since I don’t do karate or anything. No offence, you're just a way better nutkicker than I am!”

I have to assume Rose would be able to lie through her teeth like that without blushing. If she even was lying. I had told her all about Yumi’s practice lessons with me on how to beat up a pair of balls, so she probably knew that the shy Asian girl was a natural-born testicle predator, if she so chose. Hey, if Rose and Yumi got along, we could have a competition between them to decide who was the better ballbuster! God, that would be so hot. And painful!

“Don’t sell yourself short, girlie,” Momo said with a smirk, “I’m sure you kick a mean nut too!”

I slowly came back to my senses. “O-oh, well, I mean…” Rose was blushing and twirling a finger through her hair. Not good, she was losing the plot! I pushed myself off the floor with a groan.

“Little weenie is back among the living! Worked your balls back down your throat, have you?”

“Not… that… small…” I gasped, still out of breath.

“I think your girlfriend should be the judge of that,” Emily said. She stood up imperiously, her toffee hair swishing around and, like her tits, following her movement with half a second delay. Come to think of it, how did she get her hands on a jumper that was tight enough on her curves to accentuate them?

Rose gasped. “Then that means…?”

“Yes. I will leave the key to his genitalia in your hands. Momo, you will practice breaking the will of her boyfriend with Rose.” She handed the key to my dick to the nerdy goth. Not good, Emily wasn't participating! “Feel free to go harder than usual on his eggs. I have a rehearsal to get to,” Emily said and gave me a small smile that made me feel all warm and tingly in my dick.

“Fuck yeah, time to make an omelet! I’m glad I wore my platforms today! Get over here girlie, let me show you how to keep your boy toy whimpering and humble!”

At the prospect of beating on my nuts with a girl who was just as eager, my new girlfriend only had eyes for the giant shoes Momo wore.

This was going the wrong way. I mean, yeah getting a cocky goth girl like Momo to lower my sperm count was great but not what we were here for. But before Emily and Yumi were gone, something strange happened. Emily bent down and whispered into my ear.

“Come to the school hall tonight at eight o’clock. There is something I wish to discuss.”

She was gone so quickly after that, it was like she vanished.

Meanwhile, my girlfriend was still drooling over Momo's shoes. They were larger than my entire package. I could practically see how she imagined herself wearing them to bust balls. I won't lie, I started to get nervous, these things looked like they could crush coconuts. I was not religious but imagining her platform shoes smashing into my groin made me pray to all the gods and demons.

“Alright, first of all you’re going to want to train him to always make his balls available to you. Come on, little weenie, spread ‘em!”

“H-hey, on second thought, maybe you can just write some instructions for R-”

“Either you spread them right now or I swallow that key! Trust me, I’ve swallowed much larger things.”

Reluctantly, I spread my legs. My balls were now defenceless prey. “O-ok, but please be careful…”

“Next! Locate your targets!” Without warning, Momo grabbed my balls through my trousers and started working them over in her hand. I gasped, more in surprise than pain. But instead of getting mad, Rose grinned and reached for my balls too.

“Right here?”

“Yeah, can you feel them squirming? They're afraid. Tug on them to pull them back down into his sack.” Having two hot girls grab me by the goolies while ‘learning’ how to hurt them was so damn hot. But that wasn't - OK it was exactly why we were here, but things had changed, I wanted to talk to Rose about the date I had with Emily!

“Uh, girls?”

“Ooh, I see! So, what happens if I press my nails into his nut?” For a split second, everything went white with pain. When I could see again, I was on the floor, holding myself and groaning hoarsely. Even if it was only for a few seconds, my girlfriend just knocked me out.

“Damn, girl! You’re a natural!”

“Oouhh, God… is there any way we can speed this up, please?” I whined.

“Sure there is,” Momo said and smiled at my crotch. Uh-oh. I follow her gaze and noticed that my legs were still spread wide. She had already lifted one of her feet off the ground. Swinging her heavy platform shoe into my nuts took so much effort, Momo grunted like a tennis player.

Of course, I immediately drowned her out with a girlish shriek. I grabbed her ankle, but Momo refused to remove her heavy shoe from my balls.

Chuckling, Rose bent down towards me and stroked my hair. “Aww, do they hurt? If it helps, I know an even faster method,” she said. She opened and closed two fingers in a scissor motion. “You know, *snip, snip*?”

Yes, I know I sort of brought it all on myself, but hearing my own girlfriend, that I *know* has a ballbusting fetish, joke about castrating me while another girl is currently crushing my nuts into fine paste and, you know, might **actually** take her seriously – it was a bit overwhelming. I won’t lie, I gave her a big puppy-eyed stare and my most pathetic whimper. Hopefully that would make her reconsider de-seeding my grapes.

And then Rose kissed me, with Momo still crushing my nuts under her foot. It was kind of hot, because besides getting my nuts worked over, it was also the first time I kissed my girlfriend in front of people I knew. Unlike the surprise kiss when Rose came in, I knew that Momo right now watched us kiss. For being such a pervert, I was surprised how much that got my heart pumping. But I had to take this chance to set the sights of my ballbusting-obsessed girlfriend back on the prize. I whispered to her about Emily calling me to the school hall tonight and Rose got a really guilty look on her face. Heh, I would *so* tease her about that later.

“Wow, look at the time! Is it this late already? I really gotta go!”

Momo snorted. “Heh, time flies when you’re having fine. OK, fine, you can have the keys to the disappointing, limp and shrivelled kingdom. From what I’ve seen, his balls will be living in fear of you anyway, and that’s all a girl can ask for.”

Sweet, I might get actually have sex with my girlfriend now. If I still could, given that Momo was still pressing her shoe into my sack.

When she did remove it, I was both relieved and horrified. Relieved, well, that’s obvious (hint: my balls *hurt*), but horrified because Momo and Rose left together, chatting like old friends. They left me lying on the floor, holding what was left of my nuts.

---

I walked into the dark school hall, ostensibly alone. Only the faint glow of the exit signs provided any light. They, and a street light close to one of the windows.

Of course, my girlfriend had sneaked inside a few minutes earlier. She hid by one of those wall bars because it had a thick wooden side panel. If she hadn’t told me earlier that that was what she was planning, I wouldn’t even have noticed the dark figure standing behind it. I didn’t wave to her in case Emily was already here somewhere, watching me. Hey, this might be my chance to have her kick my balls, alright? So what if I’m a little paranoid?!

I didn’t have to be, though, as one of the entrances opened half a minute later. I quickly adjusted my balls, which were still very hot and swollen, in case I needed to put them into harm’s way soon.

“Thank you for coming,” Emily said. My eyes nearly fell out of my sockets.

She was wearing a thin, leotard with nothing underneath. Her boobs stretched the fabric so much that even in the dark hall, I had no problem ogling the pink tips of her chest, not to mention the delicate imprint her pussy formed. Her long, toffee brown hair was held back by a pink headband with a leopard print, and on her shins were fluffy leg warmers that I really, really wanted to feel slam into my balls. As shoe wear, she had opted for ballet shoes of all things.

For once, I was glad for the chastity cage, crushing any boner I might have got at that moment. Emily looked to cum in my pants for.

Her piercing blue eyes fixed on me. “I am sorry if you feel that I, or Yumi, have betrayed your trust with this, but I have been querying her about the training lessons she received from you and I wanted to put forward a proposal if you don’t mind.”

‘*Oh fuck yes, tell me you also want to practice kicking my nuts.*’

“You know that I helped Yumi? I see…” I tried to play it as cool as I could. I was so close! “What proposal do you have?”

“I was struck by the fact that to train with Yumi, you must be in better shape than I had anticipated. Or at least more… durable.” I just stared, not daring to interrupt her. I could feel my pupils dilating like a drug addict about to get his fix. “Therefore, I wanted to ask you for your help.”

She paused, so with a slight tremor in my voice I asked, “help with what?”

“It is clear that Miss Mimsy is aching to inspire a generation of girls to stand for themselves, to not be beaten down by a society dominated by men, but to fight it and seize what rightfully belongs to us.”

“Right, seize us men by our balls,” I mumbled. Luckily, Emily didn’t seem to hear me.

“For that reason, I have been preparing for a ballet performance to inspire all of the academy before we graduate. It is a ballet called ‘The Princess and the Peas’ by a little-known French composer from 1823. She constructed an elaborate and haunting tale that portrays the struggle of a young woman trapped between the expectations of her father, her teacher and several suitors that all-”

I nodded without hearing a single word. Ballet? OK, cool, whatever. What about kicking my nuts?

“-but it is vital that the climax of the piece involves a male dancer. That is what I would like your help with.”

Wait, what? “Wait, what?” Yeah, that.

“I know you’re not a ballet dancer and I’m not asking you to become one. But, you see, the climax demands that I dance atop a male’s genitalia. Without it, the composition is entirely pointless, it would be a fable without a moral.”

My ears perked up like a dog’s.

“Of course, that requires the male part to be sufficiently sturdy, otherwise he risks emasculation. Ballet dancers are not known for their soft handling of their fellow performers, after all. I have previously asked someone else, a fellow dancer but… During practice, I landed too hard on his fragile, male parts and they- let me simply say, he will not be returning to Bealluc academy. Or if he does, it shall most likely be as a girl.”

“Oh…” I breathed.

“But given that you have been training with Yumi, I presume you are more durable down there. And I thought that if I *do* happen to break them both once more, it will be no loss to you. Given that the analysis of your semen that Miss Mimsy had the girls in your class do confirmed that you are already infertile, the risk of you breaking one or both testicles doesn't have any consequences.”

I wanted to tell her that I was only shooting blanks temporarily, but then remembered that if this bit of classroom gossip was what Emily needed to bust my balls then by all means, I should let her keep her beliefs.

“Of course, I have asked your girlfriend for permission. Rose said she is alright with me potentially risking your castration.”

She talked to Rose? Did that happen just now when she sneaked in here before me? And of course my girlfriend agreed. That horny minx probably looked as if she was smuggling sunflower seeds in her bra when Emily asked her that. But back to the ballbusting at hand. “I agree! I will help you, Emily!”

She nodded. “I knew that you would. The performance will be next month. However, I do feel that I need to do my due diligence and have your maleness be thoroughly tested. A test of fire, if you will. And it just so happens that there is someone who has approached me with an unresolved issue involving you. She will make sure your testicles can take what I will throw at them, provided they survive of course. If you happen to still be fully male after this, I will be looking forward to putting on ‘The Princess and the Peas’ with you.”

With that, Emily was already walking away. “Huh? What do you mean? Emily?”

Then I felt someone tap me on my shoulders. I slowly turned, expecting to see my girlfriend. Instead, I was face to face with a naked Imogen. She had her leg drawn back as far as she could.

With a demented smile, her gaze lowered from my face to my crotch.