Will You Please Keep The Noise Down? ... I'm Asking You Nicely
I became disoriented laying there on the floor at the entrance of my apartment door. The bass of loud music was blaring behind me, and the synchronized, drunken shouts of music lyrics drowned out my agony.
Patience stood above me with each of my ankles secured in her arms in a wheelbarrow position. The look in her eyes scared me as she bit her lip in determination, but struggled to complete the task at hand. My balls shifted from side to side and put up just enough resistance under her foot to not collapse. There was no doubt in my mind with her 6-inch stiletto pump pressed deeply into my groin crushing my balls, that she fully intended to make good on her promise to ruin both of them.
The 100 or so people that my roommate Silas invited over for yet another party all seemed to be indifferent to my situation in their various states of inebriation. Even though he was the direct cause of my predicament,
Silas was nowhere to be found…
I was left alone to deal with Patience and her anger after repeated complaints about the noise. As I lay there with my hands around her ankle trying to lessen the pressure, shifting my body to avoid my balls being crushed under her weight, I couldn't help but think I should have done more when she previously asked me…
*”Will you please keep the noise down? ….I'm asking you nicely.”*
**3 Weeks Prior**
Work had been strenuous. As I pulled into the mid-sized apartment complex that I called home, I felt an instant relief knowing I was moments away from entering my sanctuary to relax. It was a modest place positioned in the middle of the busy city. My friend from college and I chose the spot post-graduation due to its central location and convenience to everything. It being only a short drive to our place of employment was a top priority. By no means would I call it a luxury establishment, but it got the job done...
I parked in one of the eight reserved parking spots for residents of the 4-plex that I lived in amongst the sea of residential buildings.
I grabbed my backpack and exited the car…
My phone had my attention as I scrolled several unread text messages.
*Honey. Your dad and I are thinking about taking a vacation this weekend. - Mom*
*We won State! We're scheduled to compete for the championship next month. Do you think you'll make it?* - Lil Bro
*Emil, I need your data as soon as you can get it to me, man. Heaven is on my ass about getting this report to her. It's going to be a tough day at work for everyone, me especially, if she doesn't get it ASAP! [-Zayden](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/s/3J7YbIVYyF)*
*I'm stressed out bro. May have a couple of friends over for the weekend again. Nothing crazy like last time. Just a little kickback. - Silas*
“Emil…”
I stopped in my tracks just in time to avoid a collision with the petite beauty that stood before me.
“Patience! I'm sorry I almost didn't see you,” I blushed. I saw an uncharacteristically unamused look on her face.
I hadn't noticed her walking out of her apartment, unit 101, while walking with my eyes glued to my phone. I was at a loss for words as she returned my apology with a cold silence. Patience was someone that I considered a good friend, having met at work when we first began with the company, [NovaTech](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/s/CCD7t640Yx). We weren't super close in that regard, although the truth is I wanted things to be much more.
It had to have been fate that we stayed in the same apartment building with me living in the unit above her's in unit 201. Patience was an artsy, eccentric, beauty whose attire for the day included a red crop top revealing a chiseled midsection that led up to the most perfect pair of breasts that anyone could have ever seen through an amazing display of cleavage. Her long messy hairstyle framed a flawless face that even professional models would be jealous of. The smooth caramel color of her legs, thick thighs, and perfectly curvaceous ass covered in a short denim skirt, made it nearly impossible to not have at least one daydream about what it would be like to have her perfection wrapped around your face.
I'm convinced Patience had no idea just how attractive she was, choosing a dressed-down modest look more times than not. What we happened to share in common was a social awkwardness that made it difficult for me to approach her in a way beyond our friendly banter. She didn't seem to catch on to just how infatuated I was with her, but I had a goal of getting to know her past being friends only.
The look on her face, however, let me know that this wouldn't be the exchange that I would hope for.
“....Did you get my text message,” she asked with folded arms.
I looked at my phone and it was the last unread sms on my list.
*“....We need to talk about the noise...again….”*
I closed my eyes and sighed.
“Patience, look I'm sorry about last weekend,” I apologized to calm her. “I've told Silas for the last 3 weekends that he needs to cut back on the parties. I promise I'll tell him again. Can you please forgive me?”
The apology didn't seem to suffice as she took a step forward towards me. Her head only reached my chest height as she looked up at my face. I was more than a little intimidated by her gradual change in demeanor over the past few weeks. Her annoyance was growing with my apologies.
“Emil, once again…I'm tired of the noise from these parties every weekend, and frankly, those apologies aren't enough. We're friends, but listen close…”
Goosebumps quickly formed on my skin as a shiver ran down my back when she moved close enough for her bare thighs to gently press into my groin.
“...Will you PLEASE keep the noise down…I'm asking you nicely.”
She took a step back and walked around me towards her car. I waited until she was out of hearing distance to relax and release a deep exhale. I wasn't quite sure what to make of the stern request as I watched her ass recoil with every step that she took until she got into her car. She cranked her car and we locked eyes before she drove away.
The last thing I wanted to do was make her mad, so I decided then and there that it was time to be more direct with my roommate Silas….
**Apartment 201**
I marched through the door of our 2 bedroom home, making a b-line towards Silas’ room. I was overdo for a *real* talk with him. The frequent parties weren't only affecting Patience, but I was becoming exhausted with them too.
I made my way down the hallway and stopped at his door.
“Hey man, we need to ta….”
I was unable to finish my sentence, frozen in place looking at the pornographic scene playing out in front of me. Standing with his back towards me, Silas was mid-orgasm, finishing across the face and chest of his latest conquest. The long, brightly dyed, red-haired vixen positioned on her knees, held Silas’ engorged member, stroking him across her face with one hand while working his balls dry in the palm of her other. She noticed me standing there at the door but didn't stop pulling all of the cum out of his shaft until he had completely finished on her naked upper body.
“You have some company,” she told Silas, smiling. She stood, walked past me unphased by my presence, and made her way to the bathroom.
“Sup man? You don't knock anymore,” Silas said to me, grabbing a dirty pair of shorts off of his unmade bed and putting them on.
I ignored the irony of his statement with his door being wide open the entire time.
“Who was…,” I started to ask but stopped knowing that the woman's name probably wouldn't matter within the next few days. “You know what, never mind. Look, we need to talk about this party you're throwing. Patience has been on my ass for the past few weeks about how much noise you're making and you're killing my weekend rest as well.”
“It's not a party brother,” Silas said, turning to me with the unrestrained outline of his dick dangling in front of him. “There will just be a couple of people. I promise. You won't hear us at all.”
I remained silent and gave him a look of disapproval.
“Cut me some slack man. You know I'm still getting over my break-up with Rachel. I'm just having a little fun. Two to three people tops. Just a couple of drinks and maybe some board games or something. Nothing wild at all. Trust me. You should join in!”
I was visibly becoming annoyed with what I knew would be another false promise. Silas stepped towards me and wrapped his arm around my shoulders.
“Silas you didn't tell me you had a roommate!”
The fiery redheaded woman walked back into the room naked and walked in front of us with her hands clasped behind her back, fully showing off the perfection of her body.
“Well since there are two of you, maybe we should all have some fun,” she said, placing the palm of her right hand around Silas’ balls through his shorts and gently grabbing mine through my pants in her left palm.
The situation made me highly uncomfortable as she squeezed me causing a light ache while Silas seemed to enjoy the play.
“I'm up for some fun baby,” he responded with a girthy erection bouncing off of her forearm.
I on the other hand wanted nothing more to do with Silas or his random trophy girl at the moment. As she stood there rolling my balls around and working them into each other, even though the intended effects were beginning to work on me, I declined the offer.
“Thanks but I'll pass…”
**Saturday Night**
I was awakened by the sounds and vibrations of my walls rumbling from loud music. I grabbed my phone off of my nightstand to see the time, 11:13 pm. Pulling my pillow over my head did nothing to drown out the sounds of aggressive rap from penetrating my ears. Still groggy, I sat up in my bed wearing nothing but a pair of pajama pants and prepared to find Silas.
I opened my door to be greeted by 3 women passing by my room in skimpy party attire, with cups in hand of sweet-smelling alcoholic beverages. The hallway was aligned with several more people downing various spirits to get in their element. I passed by them, entered our living room, and was shocked to see an actual DJ setup near our entryway keeping the party energized.
Then I spotted him. Silas was in the kitchen face to face having drinks with the same redheaded woman from a few nights before. I quickly approached him…
“Emil, sup bro! Grab a drink man. Things are just getting started,” he said to me, handing me a red cup filled with what smelled like cheap tequila. “You remember Jessica right?”
“Babe, stop joking. You know my name is Serenity,” she said to him in a less-than-sober state. As I looked down, I noticed her hand was deep down inside the front of his pants. “I should make you pay for that.”
Her hand shifted and the muscles in her forearm tightened as Silas bit his lip and scrunched his face in a display of mild discomfort.
“Babe! You know I'm just joking,” he said as the ache of having his balls squeezed seemed to have little effect in his drunken state. “Play nice with them. I'm just messing around.”
Serenity lessened her grip with the response appeasing her. Silas leaned in and kissed her on the forehead while enjoying the manual stimulation happening in his pants. My phone began to vibrate in my pocket. I pulled it out to see 1 of 5 missed text messages from Patience that read…
*“Come outside NOW!”*
I took a deep breath and nervously made my way to the door knowing nothing good would come from exiting it.
I opened the door and walked directly into Patience as her face met the muscles of my bare chest. I wrapped my arm around her to keep her from falling.
“Patience!” I exclaimed in embarrassment. “I'm sorry! I didn't see you there.”
She looked up at me in our awkward embrace and I knew that she was angry…
…but her next action completely confirmed my suspicions.
There was an instant ache that quickly grew into pain in my groin as my balls were slowly compressed. I opened my mouth wide but avoided the urge to yell. Patience's fingers were wrapped tightly around my nuts, shifting them around in her palm through my thin pair of pajama pants, working them into the best position to deliver as much equal pain to both as possible.
“.....Didn't I ask you to keep the noise down?”
There was a dominant shift in her words and voice that I had never experienced before. My eyes were drawn deep into hers.
“Yet here I find you, with a cup of tequila in hand, completely taking advantage of how nice I am.”
I hadn't remembered that the red cup that Silas handed to me was still in my hand. I quickly put it down and prepared to beg for the safety of my nuts in a way that I never in my life expected that I would have to….
“Patience, please! It's not what it looks like! Augh, my balls! Silas gave me the cup! I haven't been drinking! I told him no…no parties, but…”
Patience gently placed her index finger on my lips to silence me and tightened her grip. We both looked as two more women arrived wearing tight revealing dresses, entering the apartment to join the party.
“....Oh so it's not what it looks like?” Patience said as I fought through the pain of her digging her fingers deep into the flesh of my balls, twisting them side to side.
I bit down on my lip trying to remain standing as the bass of the music taunted me from behind. I gently wrapped my hands around her forearm in an attempt to brace myself and lessen the pain, only to feel the muscles in her arm flex as she tightened her grip further.
“If I didn't consider you a friend Emil, I would destroy your balls right here and now for the hours of sleep that you and Silas have cost me. At this point, I don't believe you get just how serious this is, so the best solution would only be to punish you until you understand. Don't you agree?”
Her face showed a lack of concern with my pain, but her words were hypnotizing in a sadistic way that made it impossible for me to respond.
“Here's the deal. For every party that I have to come up here about, it's going to get worse for you. But I'm willing to lose a few hours of sleep just to experience the satisfaction that I would get from ruining your nuts for the inconvenience that you've caused me. Fair?”
I was literally and figuratively backed into a wall as my apartment against my back and her words made it impossible for me to escape. The way that she held me and the sincerity behind her words forced me to answer the only way I could…
“Ok, fair!”
**Work a Couple of Days Later**
I made my way to the courtyard of the massive skyrise where I worked to take a lunch break. NovaTech, my employer, skipped no expenses when it came to the design and landscaping of the serene central location. Taking a late lunch made it possible for me to enjoy the area alone. I sat at a clean wooden table to enjoy my lunch; a footlong turkey sub. I had been in the gym lately more than usual as a form of therapy to clear my mind. I needed the calories to fuel all of the extra energy burned.
“Did you bring an extra for me?”
I was startled by the familiar voice, turning quickly to see her standing over my shoulder. It was Patience, and my jaw almost dropped to the floor from the view of how gorgeous she was. For a woman who normally dressed down, she was a certified head turner whenever she decided to put in the extra effort. Her attire was sexy yet tasteful, giving off an office siren vibe in a body-hugging black skirt and long stockings that flowed down, disappearing into a black pair of high-heeled, closed-toe, stiletto pumps. Her amazing cleavage was on full display with her breast peaking through the opening of her form-fitting white blouse.
I was speechless. Patience ignored my obvious bashful desire and sat in the chair across from me. She smiled in a perky and upbeat way that I was familiar with. With her attitude change from the previous Saturday, I had no idea if I still stood in good grace with her or not.
“Hey….uh, no. No sorry I didn't.” I stumbled, unable to keep stable eye contact with her as she giggled at my awkwardness. “Listen…are we cool or not? I'm not really sure what to think after Saturday.”
“Of course we are Silly!” She exclaimed while reaching over the table to gently rub the side of my cheek with her fingertips.
“....at least for now we are,” she continued. There were the slightest movements in the muscles in her face that turned her smile from one of angelic glee to one similar to a person who knew that she was about to break a toy and enjoy it.
“No parties this weekend correct?” She asked while removing her hand, sitting back, and resting her breast on top of her crossed arms on the table.
“No parties,” I said inhaling and exhaling deeply. “I put my foot down and told Silas no more. You and I both could use the rest.”
Patience looked at me and scanned my face, studying the sincerity behind my words. Her teasing smile returned. My body went rigid feeling the sensation of her heeled foot slowly travel up the length of my leg, and rest with delicate pressure trapping my balls to the edge of the seat.
I didn't move. There was no pain present, only a clear message that was being sent by her as she gently twisted her foot and shifted my poorly protected nuts in my pants from side to side against the wood. Words were spoken between us without being audible. It was clear that she was ready to make good on her promise to ruin my nuts if I didn't keep my end of the agreement.
“Well, I guess we'll just see then huh…,” she nonchalantly stated with her foot still in place, grabbing half of my sub, and taking a bite.
“...Let's have lunch.”
**The Next Saturday Night**
*You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Mama, I got that X, if you into takin' drugs.
I’m into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed*
I sat straight up in bed fully awakened by the thunderous bass of 50 Cent rumbling through the apartment. I lost balance in an attempt to stand with the disorienting noise beating through my walls. I opened the door and stepped out in a pair of pajama pants. I rubbed my eyes to clear my blurry vision and wished that the image that I was viewing of my apartment full of people, was nothing more than a dream. However, it wasn't. What was happening in front of me was my worst-case reality. Silas had screwed me over yet again and thrown another party.
I walked down the hall angrily pushing past a sea of people in my way. I opened Silas' door to his bedroom and stormed in.
“Silas!....SILAS!!!” I shouted to no avail. It was evident why he couldn't hear me. Even though the music was overbearingly loud, the reason his ears were deaf to my yelling was because they were wrapped tightly between the naked thighs of his latest girl, Serenity, who was aggressively riding his face in the 69 position with his lemon-sized nuts in one of her hands and as much of his pulsing member as she could grasp in her other.
“I'm sorry honey….ohhh fuck….I don't think he can hear you right now!” She shouted, experiencing an orgasm across his face as the words left her mouth.
She grabbed his balls and stretched them towards me between her thumb and index finger while keeping his dick pulsing and on edge. She looked at me, biting her lip in ecstasy as if I were her audience for the moment.
“He'll be busy for a while. Is there anything that I can do to help?” She asked. A single rogue shot of cum hit her in the face surprising her.
I turned to leave and slammed the door closed behind me. I shoved my way through the crowd and made my way out the apartment door to get some fresh air. I put my hands on top of my head and closed my eyes trying to figure out what to do when I heard her voice from the stairs…
“Emil!”
I opened my eyes and looked in her direction. Patience stood in an oversized white t-shirt with her hair pinned up in obvious preparation for sleep. With folded arms and disapproval in her expression, she eyed me with her stare piercing through my soul.
“Come here…,” she commanded, motioning with her index finger for me to follow her down the stairs. My body autonomously moved and followed her lead.
We entered her apartment…
She closed the door behind us, took a step towards me and left no distance between our bodies. A groan escaped my mouth and my eyes rolled to the back of my head upon feeling her small hand enter the top of my pajama pants and grip my balls with a pressure that I wasn't prepared for.
“....Do you hear that?” She calmly asked, pointing up with her free hand. I forced my eyes open while trying to hold back the reflexive tears building from the intense pain of her fingertips working deep into the center of my nuts. Her ceiling was visibly shaking from the roaring music a floor above.
“Please….yes I hear it….I'm….I'm sorry. I can fix it….Don't crush them,” I pleaded, doubling over onto her shoulder in search of mercy.
A wave of relief overcame my body as Patience released her grip and removed her hand from the inside of my pajamas. I stood and was immediately overcome with renewed agony. The sensation of having pure knee bone collide with my nuts was an unbearable pain that sent me to the ground. I kneeled on my knees at her feet, holding my balls and attempting to nurse them better.
“Sit back against the wall,” she ordered in a dominant, soft-spoken voice.
She waited knowing that I wouldn't retaliate and risk upsetting her. I complied and sat with my back against the wall with the pain in my crotch driving me into obedient submission to what she wanted.
“Spread your legs and keep your hands on the floor to the side of you,” she continued while standing above me and between my open legs, with her hands placed against the wall above my head to stabilize her.
*CRACK*
Sensory overload overcame my body as the top of her foot met my nuts in a collision. I struggled not to move after the full-force kick fired signals of distress to my brain.
“Don't you fucking move!” She commanded, grabbing my hair and forcing my head back in place against the wall while delivering two more kicks.
“Please! Patience! You're going to ruin them! I can fix this!” I begged in a panic.
She cocked her barefoot back in preparation for a nuts-ending kick.
“No no no sweetheart,” she said tauntingly. “You had your chance. You didn't make good on your promise to me, so now it's time for me to make good on mine to you. You're going to sit right here and take it without saying a word.
“My eyes widened as she drew her foot back even more.
“I'll stop when either that music stops…
…or my foot stops your nuts from existing….
…Which do you think will happen first?”
**Early The Next Morning**
4 am…
That was the time when the music finally stopped and I stumbled out of Patience's apartment. My swollen and bruised nuts made walking up the stairs painfully difficult as my legs nearly gave out from under me multiple times. A trail of trash from the party was coming out of my door and flowing into the parking lot. Silas’ friends had made a complete mess of the place. The will to do anything other than lay down had been beaten out of me. I needed rest, but not without confronting Silas first...
I opened the door to his room. He and Serenity were sleeping naked on top of a mess of cum drenched sheets and party trash. Serenity was first to open her eyes and raise her head from Silas’ chest. His still swollen dick was held tightly in her hand as he slept facing up.
“.....Emil? Hey…What's going on hun? We were sleeping,” she said to me giving a single stroke to Silas’ dick with a drip of precum escaping his bulbous tip.
“.....I need to talk to Silas now,” I said to her in a way that she knew that I was not there to play games.
“Babe. Emil is here. He wants to talk to you,” she said, removing her hand from his dick and patting him on his shoulder to wake him. He was out like a broken light and snored through her attempts.
“Babe, wake up! Silas is here,” she said firmly, reaching down and patting him on the nuts several times until he began to move.
“Wh…what? Babe, what is it?” He asked sitting up, still obviously drunk from the festivities.
Serenity got up to leave, walking naked past me on her way to the bathroom. Silas struggled to put a pair of shorts on and stood to see what I wanted. I wasted no time in approaching him to make myself clear. With as much force as I could muster, I punched him in the stomach and pushed him into the wall. He fell onto the ground unwilling to put up a fight. I took a step towards him and raised my fist ready to continue my attack.
Silas was in no condition to defend himself with the alcohol still flowing through his system. I lowered my fist and kneeled to meet him face-to-face.
“Listen and listen close,” I shouted. “No more fucking parties!”
Silas rubbed the back of his head where his skull met the wall.
“Ok man….geeze….I promise….
…No more fucking parties.”
**The Following Saturday Night**
*Six-inch pumps, play with his balls, dunks.
Bald head, yup, don't want no Forrest, Gumps.
Don't let me tell you twice, already told you once, Eat that pussy…*
Music blared across the speakers filling our apartment with the lyrics of Cardi B fueling the festivities. My mind was elsewhere, however. I was drifting in and out of consciousness lying on the floor at the entrance of my apartment. Patience stood above me with each of my ankles secured in her arms in a wheelbarrow position. The look in her eyes scared me as she bit her lip in determination, but struggling to complete the task at hand as my balls shifted and put up just enough resistance under her foot to not collapse. There was no doubt in my mind with her 6-inch stiletto pump pressed deep into my groin, crushing my balls, that she fully intended to make good on her promise to ruin both of them.
The 100 or so people that Silas invited over for yet another party all seemed to be indifferent to my situation in their various states of inebriation. Even though he was the direct cause of my predicament, Silas was nowhere to be found.
My efforts at lessening the pain were futile as I attempted to lift her foot with my hands around her ankle.
“Ah ah ah…you lay there and take it,” she said to me with little remorse in her voice, savoring the feeling of slowly breaking me under her foot.
My *conversation* with Silas proved to be useless, and I wasn't even sure if he remembered any of it with him being intoxicated throughout the encounter. Nevertheless, I was the one who had to suffer the full consequences of Patience's triggered rage when I opened the door a few minutes earlier to see her standing there in black 6-inch heels and a tight, body-hugging dress that left little to the imagination. She entered the apartment and said nothing more before beginning to work on breaking me down other than…
*”How does the saying go? Well, I guess if you can't beat them, join them right? Well, how about I do both? Let's party….”*
The trauma of having my nuts mashed in my pajama pants was forcing me to lose touch with reality. My dick grew engorged under her foot as a last line of defense while my mind drifted into a void where pain ceased to exist.
“Poor baby. That's it. Just be quiet and take it,” she cooed, leaning in and adding more weight.
“You don't even understand the satisfaction that I am going to get out of completely ruining your nuts for the hours of sleep you've cost me. It's only fair don't you think? It's crazy to believe what a lack of sleep will drive you to do. Turns out, it could be some pretty irrational things. Would you consider this irrational? Think before you answer…”
My thoughts were the furthest thing from being clear, the same as hers. In my dazed state, I chose the only answer that I thought she wanted to hear from me…
“No….it….its not irrational…”
“No MA'AM it's not irrational,” she corrected, twisting her sole into my weakening left nut.
“Ughh…no, no ma'am it's not irrational,” I responded in agony.
“Good boy. You know, I really do still consider you a friend, and I hate to do this to you, but if I don't, I may never get a peaceful Saturday again. I hope you really learn something from this little lesson that I'm about to teach you.”
Patience lifted her leg high preparing to stomp my nuts out for good. I had no energy left to struggle and fight the inevitable. I closed my eyes and prepared for the worst.
“Hey…Emil….Emil! What are you doing man?”
I opened my eyes to see Silas approach in his underwear and a black t-shirt, unknowingly saving me at the last minute. Patience released my legs and turned to face him with renewed anger in her eyes.
“Hey, man. I need to get some more ice. You want anything from the store?”
I stood and looked at Silas in bewilderment. I had no clue how anyone could reach such a peak level of intoxication to the point that they lose the necessary situational awareness to realize their friend was about to have his nuts cracked open on the ground.
“.....No, I'm good….” I responded rubbing my balls in my palms. “Patience was actually just looking for you.”
I placed my hands on Patience's shoulders and gently pushed her towards Silas.
“Hey Patience! What's up? Do you need a drink?” He shouted over the music.
She stood for a moment and slowly contemplated her next move before closing the distance between her and Silas.
“....Actually, no Silas. But you may need one.”
My eyes bulged open as I watched Patience reach into Silas’ underwear, retrieving his quickly hardening dick in one hand, and fumbling with his oversized nuts in her other. Silas stood in amazement at what he deemed to be a draw of luck having Patience handling his package.
“Oh these are going to be fun to crush,” she stated, gently bouncing and weighing his nuts in her hand before squeezing hard.
“Patience! No what are you doing? Ahhhh please!” The volume of the bass in the music drowned out Silas's loud pleas for mercy. His dick swelled in her hand in preparation to release. She said no more words. The sight of her hand squeezing as hard as she could was burned into my memories. Cum exploded from his dick covering his black t-shirt and the front of her dress. Ropes fired wildly hitting her cleavage and landing on her hands. Fully satisfied with her results, she released him revealing a misshapen sack of bruised, damaged mush. Silas hit the floor unconscious in a mess of his own cum just as the song changed on the speakers. The crowd went wild in response to the new upbeat tempo flooding into their ears, paying little attention to his body on the floor.
Patience turned towards me and began walking towards the door.
“Looks like I took care of your problem,” she said with no remorse in her words. “Sorry for earlier. I guess I'll see you at work, but please just do one thing for me….
….Will you please keep the noise down….I'm asking you nicely.”
And just like that, she was gone. Without a second thought, I made my way to the speakers and pulled the plug eliciting a roar of disapproval from the crowd. I took a step up on the nearest chair and finally said what needed to be said for weeks…
“Party is fucking over….
….Everybody get the fuck out.”
**The Following Saturday**
Peace.
It had been several weeks since I was able to fully experience that feeling on a weekend in my sanctuary. It was a little after 11 pm, just around the time Silas would have had a party in full effect, but no one was around. Silas spent the week recovering and nursing his manhood back to health, but he left for the weekend leaving me with the apartment to myself.
Things were even back to normal with Patience and I. I accepted the part that I played in the whole ordeal, accepted her apology, and made plans to hang out more. There was something about her that triggered a newfound curiosity to explore what could possibly happen between us. She even volunteered a day after the party to come and help me clean the place. It was spotless, and I wanted nothing more than to continue sitting on my couch in my pajama pants, undisturbed, with the TV remote in my hand, mindlessly scrolling YouTube videos.
*Knock knock knock*
I looked towards the door in annoyance not expecting anyone. I walked to the door and looked out the peephole.
It was Serenity.
I opened the door to let her in. She walked by me wearing a short, pink dress that loosely flowed over the curves of her body..
“What's up Serenity? Silas isn't here. I think he may have gone home to visit family or something for the weekend,” I informed her.
“......That's ok…..,” she responded dryly, slowly turning to face me. “I'm actually here to see you.”
There was no time for me to react and protest as Serenity grabbed me by the crotch and pulled me forward. Her free hand shot down the front of my pants with her other hand quickly following. I looked down to see her fishing around in my pants until she found what she wanted.
“Wow….who expected you to have all of this big dick hiding down there,” she said with her expression changing to a sexually charged surprise. “Oh, and you've got some big ass nuts down here too don't you sweetheart? Some nice, big, heavy balls. It's going to be a shame that I have to ruin them.”
“Wait! What's going on? What are you talking about?” I panicked.
“Oh I think you know,” she began, giving my nuts a painful tap and twist. “Whatever you and your little girlfriend did to Silas, ruined the good thing we had going. He won't return my calls, won't talk to me, ghosts me every time I try to see him, and all this happened after your little girlfriend decided to put her dirty little hands on him.”
*Knock knock knock**
“Hey, Emil! Are you home? I think I left my phone charger in there. Can I come in to get it real quick? Or I don't know, maybe you want to hang out for a bit?”
The hairs rose on my skin upon hearing Patience's voice at the door. It would probably be any second before she realized that I hadn't locked it behind me.
“Oh, things just got even better! The ball-ruining bitch is here,” Serenity grinned with malice behind her words. I could feel her excitement as she shifted my bare balls around in her hands, juggling them from side to side and into each other.
“So here's the thing, I'm going to leave here happy one way or the other, but both of you are going to pay for ruining my relationship.”
My dick hardened beyond capacity as Serenity squeezed and worked a single drop of precum out of me.
“You have two options here….”
*Knock knock knock*
“Emil! Are you home? Hello?” Patience continued, sending my anxiety to its peak.
“.....Option one is I can take this nice, big, thick, dick and shove it so deep inside of me, right here right now, that it will hurt both of us for me to even try to fit any more into my pussy,” she said with a single stroke of my rod, pulling it between her legs and tapping it on her bare, wet pussy lips. “Or, I can take one of your nuts in each hand right now and squeeze them so hard that they turn into mush, just like your bitch of a girlfriend did to my boyfriend. Either way, when she walks through that door, neither one of you are going to be happy.”
*Knock knock knock*
“Emil! Hey, can you open the door? I don't have to stay if you don't want…but I really need that charger. Can I come in?”
Sweat began to cover my eyes while dealing with the pressure and pain building in my package and trying to figure out the best solution for my impossible dilemma. The past few weekends had been terrible for me. As I stood there, I was unable to process how things got worse when I wanted nothing more than to relax. I looked into Serenity's eyes and saw the maliciousness in her soul that was driving her sadistic actions. I knew there was no way out…
….she had me by the balls….
….and I had to make a decision.
“So what's it going to be?” She asked.
“Are you going to give me that dick, or are you going to give me these nuts?”