Zoey's Bad Date: Part 1

[The prequel](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1jilxz7/zoey_has_brunch/)

Content warning: blood

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Zoey: "So after I make him buy the tickets, I told him-"

Ashley: "Wait, how did you make him do that again?"

Zoey: "Oh he's a loser. One of those super religious, goody-two-shoes, desperate virgin types. He's *super* hot! But his looks were going to waste because he was saving himself for marriage or whatever..."

Ashley: "Oh that's so cute! But I never understood that. Like... if I ever find a special someone, he better already have experience. I don't want to be stuck with someone who doesn't know how to use his dick."

Vicki: "Exactly. No complaining about how many times we've already done it today... or how sore and raw his cock is... or begging for *another* fucking water break... or bitching about how blue his balls are because because I didn't let him cum last month like I said I would. Just constant, non-stop fucking when I want it. As hard as I want, as deep as I want, for as long as I want, and however many times I want it. You need *stamina.*"

Zoey: "No I totally feel the same, but I figured I could break this guy. Cuz see, if he's one of those Jesus freaks, then he's already learned how to be submissive and worship those better than him, right? So that means he's already easily manipulated. So I can just convert his brainwashed love for Jesus into love for an even *more* superior being: me!"

Ashley: "Oh I like it! I could probably use a subby little boyfriend or two like that... where'd you find him?"

Zoey: "Oh I just created a profile on one of those Christian dating sites. The dudes are a dime a dozen."

Vicki: "Hmm... I mean I do like the idea of corrupting some cute religious boy, but I think I'd wanna do it different. Like... like seduce him in person before he has the chance to mentally prepare himself from behind a phone. Just drop into his life and ruin it, ya know?"

Zoey: "Fuck it. Actually go to church. Go hunting."

Ashley: "Oh yeah! Just slide up to some dude in a pew or whatever they're called and start pressing into him."

Vicki: "You know what? I'm gonna fuck a priest."

Zoey: "Oh interesting! I've never had a priest before..."

Vicki: "Hehehehe. Ohhhhh... and with the ideas I have for him? I'm gonna make him think I'm the devil himself..."

Ashley: "Oh that sounds like so much fun!"

Zoey: "Yeah, for real! You can be *so* scary in bed, Vicki."

Ashley: "Oh totally. He's gonna be *terrified* while you're fucking him. You need to make sure you tell us all about it!"

Zoey: "Fuck that! How 'bout I just join you? I wanna hear his cries and pleading when one of us is sitting on his face and the other is just... stomping on his balls over and over or something..."

Vicki: "Oh absolutely! In fact, we could probably work together to lure him somewhere. Maybe trick him into thinking we have a sick grandma at home who needs his blessing or whatever?"

Zoey: "Oh my god, YES! And then we could spike his drink! Or whatever we come up with... before he finds out there is no sick grandma."

Vicki: "Oooooh, I'm loving this. It's gonna be *traumatizing* for this dude! Hahaha! Oh it's gonna be so much fun..."

Ashley: "Wait wait wait. That sounds amazing and all, but what happened to the Christian dude you went out with last night, Zoey? Can't you do the same thing to him?"

Zoey: "Oh right! Ok sorry. Lemme back up... So this guy is all super desperate for any female attention because he's all repressed by church and shit, right? So I think, 'Perfect! He'll do anything I tell him to!' So after I make him buy the tickets, I tell him what time to pick me up. And he shows up at my door all dressed up. Like a button down shirt tucked into his slacks and stuff, and even holding flowers!"

Ashley: "Aww... what a gentleman!"

Vicki: "Pathetic."

Zoey: "And I think it's really funny! Cuz I got on my thigh-high leather boots, daisy dukes, cropped leather jacket, and my Taylor Swift crop top that says 'Reputation' on it. You know, the one where like half my boobs hang out the bottom of it? Oh and a crucifix pendant, to keep up the act. And his jaw *literally* drops as he looks me up and down! Hehehehe. I mean like, *instantly*. Like a cartoon! Poor kid was petrified! He's like:

>Date: "Woah! Uhhh.... Uhhhmm.... Uh... Hi... Hi, Zoey! I uh... brought... brought you some flowers. It's um... really nice to meet you!"

>Zoey: "Okay first things first. I'm setting some ground rules."

>Date: "Oh. Um... Okay! Yeah of course!"

>Zoey: "One: I'm a very traditional girl. And I'm not gonna go out with a guy who doesn't respect me and my boundaries. Got it?"

>Date: "Really? I mean... absolutely! I wouldn't dare do anything to disrespect you. I just mean... well you don't *look* very traditio-"

>Zoey: "Two: I expect you to behave as a perfect gentlemen. Don't get sloppy. I'm talking holding doors open, taking my jacket for me, paying for everything, the works."

>Date: "Ah. Well about that... I um..."

>Zoey: "What?"

>Date: "I kind of... overdrew my account when I paid for the tickets last night. The cash in my wallet is all I have left until I get paid again, and I need to make it last for gas and food and stuff."

>Zoey: "...So pay for my food then."

>Date: "I mean like... real food. Like if I run out of something in my dorm and need to run to the grocery store real quick."

>Zoey: "And yet you stopped to buy flowers?"

>Date: "Oh! No no. I actually picked these myself! I got permission from our community garden and spent like two hours picking out all the best ones! I picked off the brown parts and wilting petals, de-thorned the roses, trimmed the stems, washed them all, and arranged them in a-"

>Zoey: "Yeah yeah okay whatever. I'll pay for the concessions. But you're paying me back - with interest."

Ashley: "Hehehe. You made a concession to pay for concessions..."

>Date: "Oh. Um... okay. Thank y-"

>Zoey: "Three. I'm saving myself for marriage, so don't expect to get lucky tonight."

>Date: "Oh don't worry! So am I! I wouldn't-"

>Zoey: "Don't interrupt. That means I-"

Marty: "Ooo... ah... fuck.... god..... \[seethe\] uh. Alright ladies. Here are your drinks. One coffee, extra hot. Be careful! A screwdriver, and a Bloody Mary. Now, can I interest you in any food today? We're having a special on-"

Zoey: "You're seriously going to lumber over here and interrupt us *again!?"*

Ashley: "You're on thin ice, Marty."

Marty: "I- I- I'm sorry. I was just trying to-"

Zoey: "OW! Fuck. I burnt my lip!"

Zoey's grip quickly found Marty's crotch again.

Marty: "Oh fuck. Please no no no no OW! Fuck! Please please please please please!"

Ashley: "I would stop resisting and just let her do what she wants. Or else I'm gonna post that picture of you pushing yourself on her."

Marty: "I wasn't! She was pulling me on top of her! She-"

Vicki: "Oh please. Don't play incompetent. You're a man. She's a woman. You're really gonna stand there and pretend you didn't have the strength to pull away from her?"

Marty: "But... but she literally had me by the-"

Ashley: "In fact, I found your personal profile! I think I'll also forward this post directly to your boss, your professors, your girlfriend, your mom... oh hold on. I have to add a caption: 'Zoey's... coffee... tasted... funny. Now... she doesn't... feel... quite... right. We found powdery... stuff... undissolved... in the... bottom... of... her cup. I think... our server... roofied her.' There. How's that sound?"

Vicki took a sip of her Bloody Mary, casually stood up, and sauntered over to Marty.

Vicki: "She's being nice, Marty. If it were me, I would have just sent it already for shits and giggles."

Zoey's hand was still clutched around Marty's balls.

Marty: "What?? You... you can't just..."

Vicki circled to Marty's back, making sure to sensually rub her body around his as she did so, and readied the zip ties she had snuck out of her purse. Zoey grumbled to herself while unzipping Marty's pants,

Zoey: "...burn my lip and think you can get away with it..."

and pulled out his entire package. Vicki pulled Marty's hands together behind his back.

Marty: "Hey! What the fu-"

Ashley: "I'm ready to hit 'send' Martyyyy!"

Marty: "But..."

As Vicki bound Marty's hands together, Zoey's fist closed in a loop around the top of his scrotum, pulling his balls down to the bottom of it. She glared up into his eyes with a cocked eyebrow and spoke matter-of-factly,

Zoey: "If you get loud or try to pull away, I scream rape."

and dunked his balls into the near-boiling coffee.

Marty: "AAAHHMPFFffmmmmmHHHHHHMMMMM!!!!!"

Vicki's hands had flown over Marty's head and pulled back, cramming a ball gag unreasonably tight between his teeth. Marty instinctively tried to jerk away, but Zoey trapped his nuts like a vice, seemingly with superhuman strength. Coffee sloshed from the mug as Marty's hips banged and bucked against the table. But between Zoey's grip, Vicki's, and the pain of his stretching cords discouraging him from retreating, his ball sack remained entirely submerged, never surfacing as Zoey continued to speak to him.

Zoey: "Is something wrong, sugar poo? You seem kind of anxious."

Marty: "HHMMFMFPGHSSHGPH!!!!!"

Zoey: "Is that a yes? Oh! Does it have something to do with me holding your balls in my coffee?"

Marty: "HNNNNGGFFFFFFFFFF!!"

Zoey: "Do you not like it? Is there something wrong?"

Marty: "PPFFFTTTT!"

Zoey: "Is it the aroma?"

Marty: "ppppppFFFFFFFF!"

Zoey: "Not enough cream?"

Marty: "HHmfHHmfHHMMFF!"

Zoey: "Maybe sugar?"

Marty's eyes rolled into the back of his head as a response.

Zoey: "Oh! Is it the temperature?"

Marty: "HHHMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!"

Zoey: "Oh I see. It's the *temperature!* I suppose that makes sense... What do you mean by that, Marty?"

Marty: "HMFGRRPGLGGLLGL!"

Zoey: "Is it too cold?"

Marty began blubbering around his gag, his face sweating intensely while his balls cooked.

Zoey: "No? It's not too cold? That's not it?"

Marty: "KNNNGH KNNNGH KNNNGH PFFFFTGNK HMPHFFFFFFFF!!..."

Zoey: "Hmmm. Okay then. Then maybe... Is it too hot?"

Marty: "HHHHHHHNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG!!!"

Zoey: "Oh *that's* your problem! You think the coffee is too hot! That makes sense."

Marty started to make gurgling noises as he shakily sucked breath between the gag and his drool, which was mixing with the tears that poured down his crimson cheeks.

Zoey: "Do you think the coffee is too hot to drink?"

Marty: "HhMHMMMM!!"

Zoey: "Hmm. Would you say that it's burning your balls right now?"

Marty frantically shook his head yes, sobbing harder.

Zoey: "I see... So if it's burning your sensitive, *fucking* balls right now, wouldn't you think that means it's going to burn my delicate, pretty mouth?"

Marty: "MFHPFMFHPFHFM!!!"

Zoey: "Why would you give me coffee without warning me it's too hot to drink, Marty?"

Marty: "MHFHMPSSMPSHSSHSSHSSHHH!!"

Zoey: "Well I'll tell you what. I'm feeling especially magnanimous today, so I'll let you make it up to me."

Marty: "FFVVHMPFH?"

Zoey: "For starters, what did I just get done fucking telling you about trying to pull away?"

Ashley: "I don't think he's gonna listen, Zoe. You might as well just yell rape now."

Marty: "HHNNGGGGGPFFFFFFsssshhhhhhhGGGPPP!!!!"

Marty suppressed his fervent twisting and wrenching down to a jittery, rhythmless bobbing. His knees would bend and straighten without pattern. He couldn't choose between balancing on his heels or his toes, and his torso wriggled from counterwest-forwardwise to northernsouth-outwayside. His whole body trembled, but Zoey kept his nuts firmly in the coffee, her grip only tightening.

Zoey: "That's a little better, but you should stand more still. Relax! You don't have to get so worked up trying to impress me. I don't bite."

Marty: "HmpfHmpfHmpfHmpfFFFFFFSSHHHH!!!

Zoey: "Now here's your next task: you're going to stand here and monitor the temperature of my coffee for me! When you feel like your balls are no longer burning, and that the coffee is cool enough to drink, I'll allow you to fetch me a second cup and try again. By that point, you'll be an expert in what proper drinking temperature should feel like! But make sure the second cup is *exactly* the same temperature as this coffee is when you decide to leave the table. If it's still too hot, your balls are going straight back in. Understood?"

Marty tried speaking through the gag, and Zoey motioned for Vicki to briefly remove it from his mouth.

Marty: "FFSSHHLLLAAGhhh!.... fuck. M... ma'am... Zoey... I... I have other t-t-tables to..... ahhhhhhfffffshit.... wait on. \[Sniffle\]. I can't.... fuck.... can't stand here and waHEYit around fffffor your c-coffee to-"

With her free hand, Zoey casually grabbed the steak knife from her napkin and held it under Marty's flaccid cock, blade side up.

Marty: "Holy fu-MMPH!"

Vicki re-gagged him.

Zoey: "Listen here you fucking loser. This is my daddy's restaurant. Which means it's *my* restaurant. Which means you're *my* waiter. Which means you belong to *me*. Which means I can do whatever the fuck I want to you! Got it!?"

On "got it," Zoey pulled the knife up and toward her, making a shallow cut through the flesh of Marty's shying member, and held it there.

Marty's scream was stifled, and he sobbed harder. His face resembled a tomato.

Zoey: "Being a *waiter* means you *wait* on me. Do you want to not be a waiter anymore?"

Marty: "MPH MPH!"

Zoey: "Do you want to keep your job?"

Marty: "MM HMM!"

Zoey: "Do you want to keep your cock?"

Zoey sawed the knife deeper.

Marty: "PPPHHHMMM HMMMMMPHPH!"

Zoey: "That's what I thought. Now stand there and don't fucking move."

Zoey withdrew the knife and cautiously relaxed her grip, gently cradling Marty's balls in her palm, but only for half a second. Marty tried to leap backwards, so Zoey's hand instantly clamped down again and jerked him back; her knife-wielding hand rocketed in an arc over her head and came down with meteoric impact, stabbing straight through the top of Marty's scrotum, well above his balls, and into the table below.

Marty: "FW!4\*\*$H!?B!FH\*#(!Q}H!|F!JC|!?C!!<!C|!)M!&!!f!XG!!Q!!!!!!!!!!!"

Then, leaving the knife upright, Zoey let go of her waiter's nuts, stepped all the way up onto the table, turned toward Marty, and approached him with her pelvis now at his eye level. She grabbed his head to stabilize herself on one leg and began stomping the knife deeper into the table with her boot, bracing her crotch forcefully against Marty's face for balance.

Marty stood there, hands still sinched behind his back, balls mounted to the table, and legs spasming, trying to suck oxygen through Zoey's jean-clad pussy, his own drool-soaked ball gag, and his congested nose, just to earn enough air to scream louder at each stab Zoey stamped through his sack. The knife bent and twisted, and Zoey's foot frequently slipped off the handle as it came down, often missing the knife entirely and thrusting straight onto Marty's balls. Zoey couldn't have looked less indifferent as she stomped away. Vicki sat back down and sipped her drink while watching, and Ashley was busy taking a selfie. *#brunchdate!*

With the knife now embedded down to its hilt, Zoey playfully plopped back down in her seat. She smirked at the blood oozing from Marty's ball sack and slowly scooped some up with her finger, holding it out to Vicki.

Zoey: "Look Vicki! It's the Bloody Marty you ordered!"

Vicki spoke sensually and with intrigue, as if being presented with a novel Michelin-star dish, courtesy of the chef.

Vicki: "Ooooh! How tempting! Don't mind if I do..."

Vicki stretched across the table to lick Marty's scrotum blood off Zoey's finger, sliding her tongue diligently and slowly, sucking Zoey's finger in and out of her mouth with slight head bobs, quietly moaning while she savored the taste long after there was nothing left, and catching Marty's stare as she pulled away from Zoey's spit-soaked finger with an audible *pop*. Holding Marty's gaze, she said,

Vicki: "Thanks, baby. I can't wait to have some more..."

and bit the corner of her lip.

Zoey: "\[chuckle\] I knew you'd like that."

With her thumb and newly cleaned finger, Zoey casually pinched the bottom of Marty's sack, furthest from the knife, and lifted his nuts off the table daintily, as if to ring a little bell.

Zoey: "So anyway..."

With her other hand, she used her index finger to scoot the steaming coffee back underneath Marty's balls.

Zoey: "What was I saying?"

*plop*

Marty: "FHMMFPGHFHPPP!!"

Zoey: "Oh, right! So after I tell him I'm saving myself for marriage,

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1ne1l6f/zoeys_bad_date_part_2/)