Ravenwood: Dragon’s Den Dojo

[Danny’s And Ms. Chen’s “kitchen accident”](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/s/Cb8sKfuA4D)

Danny has a *huge* problem.

He feels like he’s trapped between a rock and a *very hard* place. The poor short geek couldn’t think straight with his growing boner throbbing for two *dangerous women* who had a thing for crushing balls…

It’s a hot summer Friday afternoon in *Sleepy Ravenwood.* The kind of hot that made everyone a little angry. The gym’s windows vibrated with the thuds and shouts of sparrin, the Inside smelling like sweat, worn mats, and raw pheromones of mixed combat.

The dojo is one of the few havens for Blackwood Community College students and townies looking to throw punches or find zen.

Danny Morales, a 5’8 Hispanic college sophomore, stood slack-jawed on the sidelines with his round glasses fogging slightly from the gym’s heat. His wavy brown hair clung to his tan forehead and his baggy blue Blackwood CC sweatshirt hung loose over his black shorts and secretly *built* frame.

Danny’s a film major, more at home debating gangster films and old anime slop with Roxie at Reel Dreams than throwing high kicks. But he’d joined Dragon’s Den to *“get tough”* after a semester of dodging campus bullies and surprise sack taps from the town’s biker gangs’s girlfriends.

*And of course, having muscles seems to be a thing Ms. Chen likes.*

“Ready…START!”

“Go Beast! Break them down!”

An older woman with faded blonde hair, wearing a tight dark red tracksuit that detailed her plump ass, shouted in a Russian accent.

However in this moment he was fixated on the brand new transfer student he’d heard whispers about at Blackwood: *Hattie Lee,* the 5’9 South Korean-Russian martial artist who’d arrived in town like a storm cloud.

They’d said she was a beast ready to claim Ravenwood as her home.

*A bit dramatic,* he’d thought but now that he was seeing her in the flesh? He was understanding *exaclty* what they meant by *beast.*

Hattie dominated the center mat, her wild golden blonde hair tied in a messy topknot, loose strands falling over her intense brown eyes. Her baggy white gi was crisp, not a stain in sight but open enough to see her tight black tank top that matched the *black belt* cinched tight around her waist, marking her as a force.

A powerful threat.

*And her boobs…oh fuck her boobs.* Danny’s ultimate *weakness,* besides his food dye allergy and the *heavy dangling orbs* beneath his thickening *nine inch cock* was a pair of soft titties.

Hattie was sprouting at least *K Cups.*

*They’re practically spilling out of her top. And she doesn’t even seem to care.*

But what unnerved Danny wasn’t just her skill, as she’s currently sparring three opponents at once, but the *dead* look in her eyes. A cold, invincible focus that made her seem untouchable. She moved like a predator.

No energy wasted.

“Hey, after this want to go get a pizza or something? I know the perfect PLACE!”

Fred, a 26-year-old surfer blonde with a cocky grin and a brown belt, lunged with a wild chopping swing. Hattie ducked under it, fluid as water, and drove her boney elbow up *between his legs,* followed up by an uppercut jab with her left fist.

*All within a few seconds…*

***CRUUUNCH-CRRRK!***

Ms. Chen winces and blushes, remembering old memories of her younger days pulling off similar *ball ruining moves.*

*Sorry Fred, but she probably just broke Lefty,* she thinks with a small sympathetic smile.

*“Uhhhgh?!”* Fred’s smile drops as his pathetic three inch dick goes soft and his marble size balls clatter together.

Everyone watching *shudderes* as the *crunch* rattles through Fred’s legs and he doubles over. His beach guy bravado crumbling with a scream.

“*Aaaaa!! My Nuts!”*

“One…” Hattie mouths under her breath, *ignoring* the aftermath of her *solely focusing* on Fred’s left testicle and seeing how flat it could get against her quick blows.

“Heads up!”

Lincoln, a towering dark-skinned man in his early 30s with a buzzed haircut and a bouncing *large bulge* beneath his purple belt, saw an opening.

He launches a spinning heel kick toward Hattie’s ribs, catching her off guard.

She winces, the impact jarring, but her reaction was like lightning. Hattie trapped Lincoln’s thick leg under her armpit, spun to lock it with her other arm, and closed the distance.

*What the!? She’s fas—* Lincoln eye’s widen as her swinging forearm smashes into his nose, making his eyes water as he staggers.

“Ughh! Damn!”

Hattie didn’t pause. Releasing his leg, she spins to face him and grabs his gi’s collar with both hands.

“Drop.”

She breathes out like a soft demand as she drives her thick knee into his *saggy scrotum* with cruel force.

The faintest smile tugs on her lips as she knows she’s marked this man’s nutsack with a dent that’ll never buff out. Casually bruising these *important* but *powerless testicles* with such force his feet lift off the mat.

“*Noooo!!!”* Feeling her grind her knee side to side after slamming his heavy nuts up into his stomach, Lincoln drop to his knees and starts dry-heaving.

Danny’s water bottle shook in his hands as he took a sip from it.

*“Ouuuuu…ballsssss….”*

“Oh my goodness. That’s not a good noise. Quite horrible…although I’m sure she got them *both* with that last one. Good aim…they probably wont drop for a while though.”

Hearing Ms. Chen’s quiet gasp go from shocked to *impressed* reminded Danny that her *ballbusting past* in Tokyo with the yakuza were sounding more like *real stories* and not just a single mother’s fantasies…

“Two…” Danny catches Hattie counting down again and he feels a lump in his throat.

*That just leaves Liam then…*

Danny adjusted his glasses, muttering, “Holy shit, there’s no way she’s from earth…” while the other students whispered, some in awe, others intimidated.

*Hattie’s reputation was already spreading like a wildfire.*

Half the campus was buzzing about *the transfer who’d taken down a senior frat guy in a bar fight her first week.*

*“—Just like that? Took Chuck Slugger down with one kick from behind? Get the fuck out of here with that crap.”*

He rememberers waving Roxie off as she rolled a joint as he ordered some slasher tapes from her job.

*“It’s true asshole. I saw her while I was waiting for my roommate to get off from her late TTU shift. She drove him there and everything. I even watched her drag his crying ass all the way to the emergency room while he cried about her ‘breaking one of his nuts.’ Fucking hilarious, if you ask me.”*

The way his testicles shriveled up closer to his body in subtle fear happens the *exact* same way as Hattie’s solid strikes broke his mind.

*She’s just going for their balls without hesitation. That shouldn’t be allowed!*

Danny, who’d spent his life avoiding fights, felt a mix of fear and horrible fascination. Hattie wasn’t just skilled; she’s a mystery. Her icy focus hiding something deeper.

*Hattie…who turned you into such a beautiful monster?*

“Oh no, Danny! *My baby boy*…you don’t think she’ll…?”

Ms. Chen’s sweating pale boobs shake in her green low neck longsleeve *he* desperately wanted her to take off.

*Ever since that night in the kitchen, things have been different between me and Ms. Chen…*

Her small fingers gently squeeze his arm as she pushes her chest at him, wedging it between the folds of her boobs and making the outline of his hard cock jump.

*Now whenever I’m around her…I can tell she wants to milk me dry!*

Luckily his best friend Liam finally strolls forward. He’s 6 feet tall, got a swimmers build, Japanese-American, and one of the town’s playboys, was the last opponent standing. His shaggy black hair curtained his eyes, giving him a mysterious, K-pop-star charm he leaned into.

Always making sure his athletic personality was constantly cocky yet composed.

“Let me guess. Daddy didn’t give you enough hugs or something? I can relate.” Liam said, actually unbothered which just made Danny worry more.

*He’s acting cocky. Don’t risk it Liam! She’ll make you regret it.*

Liam started hopping in place and rolling his eyes at the other two guys moaning on the floor.

As he faces Hattie, smirking like an action hero, Liam nods at her chest.

“You know, Fred wasn’t wrong. There is a good pizza place In town. Maybe I could take you after *beating* that black belt off you.”

Danny glanced at Liam’s mom and his heart melts. Mei Chen, even when a nervous wreck, is a *gorgeous* 5’2 milf with short black hair and wide brown eyes that held a stern, kung-fu-movie-master glare.

But she’s not cruel. She’d never go after her own son’s weakness. She wants to be a grandmother one day.

Mei grips Danny’s inner thigh, her colored nails digging in nervously as she watches her son talk shit.

“I packed everything he needed so…he should be wearing his cup…right?”

She looked at Danny with worried hope but Danny knew the truth. Liam *never* wore a cup.

Hattie’s eyes also told her that Liam’s the type to think he’d never needed one. A *mistake* she plans to *exploit.* clenching her right fist, she makes her Russian accent and veins pop.

“*Blyat,* everyone else broke easy. Like tiny eggs. You? Hm, You’ll look nice a bit *beat up, too,* Pretty boy.”

It was strange flirting. Confusing Liam, he couldn’t tell if she was joking or serious. Her lion’s stare glints with dry humor.

“He doesn’t stand a chance,” Danny said outloud accidentally, causing Ms. Chen’s killer brown eyes to glare at him and ball up a fist.

*THUD!*

The short stack Japanese mom he’s had a crush on for years *kills* any lewd thoughts of her pumping his cock for his huge loads with a *reality waking* ball punch.

“Oohhhh…” Danny groans quietly as Ms. Chen’s punch to his lap was thankfully muffled by his cushioning shorts, but that doesn’t stop the pain from racing up his most important organs.

“Balls…you got m-my balls….” Danny groans as her tiny knuckles avoided his dick and managed to slam his nuts against his seat.

*Just like that night…*

“Shh. Have faith in Liam. You’re supposed to be his best friend.” She lectures in a hush while easily grasping the outline of his larger left testicle with just three fingers.

*No no! Not here! Ms. Chen is grabbing my nut!!!*

“Y-Yes ma’am! I’m sorry!”

Danny’s eyes shake as his future family tree suddenly balances in an ex ballbuster’s hand that’s somehow expertly rolls his favorite nut to sooth *some* internal pain.

Liam’s smirk widens as his hair sways and he rolls his neck, calm and in control.

“Alright then. Bring it, babe,” he teases.

He shifted into an offensive stance, using his longer limbs to keep her at bay, kicking low at her legs and sidestepping in circles. Unfortunately Danny knew Liam’s tell. His heavy exhales before a swing were a giveaway to his style and Hattie clocked it quickly, her eyes narrowing.

As Liam breathed out, launching a low kick, Hattie lifted her knee to block, swift and quick. She then countered with a sharp kick to his knee, buckling it.

“Ah!” He throws a kick with the other leg and she does the same counter, numbing his thighs with more knee kicks.

Liam leans forward, off-balance, and Hattie pounces, unleashing a hook that sends his head right.

*Eyesight going gray…*

*Is she made out of lead or something? I can’t…get out of this…*

Liam sways in place as a flurry of body jabs that hit like *hammers* trails all the way down his body till she lands two uppercut palm strikes to his family jewels! Crushing them in their most defenseless state.

*Crunch! Crunch!*

“Fuck!? Ohhh Fuck!!!” The punches were so fast he didn’t even realize that his proud fat balls were almost turned into goop until he tried to back up and his legs didn’t work.

*She just crushed my nuts with her hands?!*

Liam’s knees cross and nausea twists his face. “M-M-My Balls! You hit my—”

Hattie boxes his ears with a quick double slap, sending a painful ring through his skull to shut him up before then grabbing his shoulders and pulling back her leg.

*“Time for your bawls to break.”* Her knee hurls up into Danny’s best friend’s *jumbo* testes with full intentions on making him childless forever—a Russian walnut-crushing blow that makes Mei cry out,

*“My grand-babies!”*

*CRUUUUNCH!!!*

Liam’s chill-guy mask shattered, his K-pop swagger gone as he finally wails, gasping for mercy and truths he can’t find.

“Three…”

“Match over! Winner…Hattie Lee.” The Sensei frowned, a little hesitant to give her the win but he then reconsidered his old man balls and their chances of survival against Hattie.

The dojo went quiet. Mei’s grip on Danny’s squirming ball loosened, her face a mix of shock and horror. Hattie stepped back, her topknot bobbing, her expression softening to something faint.

“That was fun. Good try.”

Liam’s body lay in a fetal position, his chiseled abs quivering. He looked up at his mother, tears mixing with sweat.

“Mommy, she got me! She hit my balls!” he wails, his voice cracking like a girl’s.

Danny felt a twinge of pity, his own balls retreating further up at the sight of all the guys Hattie left in ball pain.

Mei’s high-heeled boots clicked across the floorboards, her heart racing in her tight green sweater. She knelt beside her son, her face a mask of concern.

“Oh honey, let me check your... uh... you know.” She said with a tremble in her voice, ignoring some of the blushing student girls who were already obsessed with learning the moves they just saw Hattie use.

*“—Jesus, she ruined all three of them so fast. Went right for their nuts. I didn’t know they were that weak.”*

*“—Are we allowed to do what she just did? Cuz next spar I do with Ralph? I’m poping his pervy nuts the second he’s within reach.”*

*“—oh no, look his mom is checking…hehe, do you even think Liam’s balls will work anymore after all that? She kneed them into his smug throat. So awesome…”*

Danny heard all the conversations and shivered from just being close to the ballbuster responsible for all of this.

Mei, reaching out to lift her son’s gi and check inside, holds her breath for what she’s about to see.

“Oh god Mom…please s-say they’re b-both fine…” he managed to mumble through the agony.

The sight of his already bruised and swollen balls made her bite her lip, trying to hold back a gasp. They were a mess, a stark contrast to the rest of his sculpted perfect body. Her eyes dart to Hattie, who was watching the scene unfold with a smug look.

"It's okay, Liam," Mei murmured, her voice soothing as she began to rub his lower back. "They're okay, baby. Just...just a little bruised, that's all. Nothing we can’t fix."

Hattie chuckled, a sound as cold as a Siberian wind. "You’re lucky I went easy," she said with a shrug, her smug smile growing a little wider. She could see how much it made Danny squirm in place while Ms. Chen glared.

"If I'd wanted to, I could've crushed them to tiny dust. But I didn’t.”

“B-But why…” Danny starts to say but stops as the taller woman raises an amused brow at his two e seconds of bravery.

“Why what?” She asks, trying to make him say it but Mei’s faster.

“Why did you have to hit their testicles *so hard?!* My son’s balls *aren’t* supposed to be this big! They could be…ruptured.”

Mei tries to whisper yell that last part but Liam still hears it and just sobs a little louder, regretting ever stepping foot into this gym.

“Please noooo….” He cries into the mats.

“I'm giving *boys* a chance to learn. To grow." She steps closer, her voice dropping to a whisper that carried over the gym's hushed murmurs amongst each other.

"Don't be too cocky next time, *friend.* And maybe you'll keep your *little treasures* intact."

Danny felt his cheeks heat up, his own sack struggling to shrink from fear at her words.

*No one’s balls are safe around her. Future warning. NEVER fight Hattie in hand to hand.*

“Oh no…I think I’m gonna be sick…” Liam moaned, his cheeks the color of week-old sushi.

“It’s okay baby, I’m here. Shh let it all out,” she hummed softly like she used to do for her husband whenever he’d get his little nuts in a pinch.

But Liam was more like her than that piece of crap…so she wasn’t going to let him succumb to the horrible universal truth alone.

*Balls make all men weak.*

“Shh, they’re not gone I promise. You’re still my strong *little* man. With *both* of those precious golden balls.”

Mei soothed and babied Liam, stopping his tears as Hattie took the time to lean over Danny’s short shoulder, her large swinging *braless breasts* brushing against Danny’s arm.

His hard on from earlier slowly came back as the strong blonde’s dominance filled her words whenever she was smirking like a devilish lionness.

“Lucky for him, they didn’t get stuck in his stomach like other *weak bawl* man. Could have been worse, huh?”

Hattie’s words were a mix of playfulness and a darker promise. She pointed at Lincoln, who was still dry-heaving in the corner, his hands cupped over his bruised nutsack like it was about to leak.

Danny gulped hard, his cock twitching again in his shorts and this time *she notices* the *python* hidden in between his legs.

He felt like he was in the presence of a predator. *One that had just marked its territory. It’s feeding ground…and sooner or later I’ll be on the menu.*

“His nutcords, all twisted like a pretzel. It’s like they’re trying to escape his body after what I did to his little soldiers!” Hattie’s laugh was a cold, brittle sound that sent confusing shivers throughout his nervous system.

Danny swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing like it was trying to escape his throat too. The idea of being on the receiving end of such a brutal assault made his much larger, and *vulnerable,* nuts shiver.

“Ha..ha…yaahhh I a-actually gotta go soon so…”

“It’s okay,” she whispers in his ear, her breath hot and sweet like a fresh baked cookie, *“You’re next.”*

Her hand pats his back with enough force to make him stumble forward slightly, stunned by her *promise.*

“…She’s just playing, right? That was just to scare me…right?” Danny whispers to nobody, his eyes just glued to Hattie’s retreating figure as she walks away with that sway that’s making his dick *beg* to be released from its imprisonment.

Her ass moves like waves, the baggy gi not doing much to hide the fact that she’s got a *fucking* tank turret back there. His eyes follow her, his heart racing and his cock straining.

*I’m so screwed,* his sack finally relaxes once Hattie and the old track suit womam leave. Safe…but only for now.

“Hey, Danny?” Mei’s voice is tight with concern. “Could you call TTU’s medical center? Tell them we need a few ambulancea and to hurry. I don’t think nuts should be this shade of purple….”

“O-Okay.” He goes to call and Mei pouts, angry that she now has to deal with the aftermath of a busting she didn’t even cause.

“Oh, and make sure you mention the other student’s rapid swelling situation. They’re going to need to bring *a lot* of ice.”