Zoey's Bad Date: Part 2

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1ne16y8/zoeys_bad_date_part_1/)

Content warning: mild blood, themes of snuff

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

>Zoey: "That means I won't be dating some horny dog who's slowly trying to work his way into my pants all night. So no kissing, no hugging, no hand-holding, nothing. You treat me like a proper lady and prove to me that you actually care about chastity as much as I do."

>Date: "Oh. Uh..."

>Zoey: "You have a problem with that?"

>Date: "No! Don't worry. I'll make sure to treat you like a proper lady and respect your boundaries."

>Zoey: "And prove to me you care about chastity as much as I do."

>Date: "Yes, absolutely."

>Zoey: "Then put this on."

>Date: "Uh... what is it?"

>Zoey: "You wear it on your cock. It'll keep you from getting frisky and make sure I feel safe when I'm with you. It's to help keep you on your best behavior."

>Date: (slowly taking the chastity cage) "Oh... uh. Okay I guess..."

>Zoey: "...well? I'm waiting."

>Date: "I mean... aren't you gonna let me inside to use your bathroom or something? AOGHF!!"

>Zoey punted her date up through his crotch and into his stomach, nearly liquifying his testicles from a single swing of her boot. He dropped the flowers.

>Zoey: "How DARE you invite yourself into my home! What kind of girl do you take me for?? I don't know what kind of person you are behind closed doors! Take your fucking pants off and shove your dick in the cage."

>Date: "OAUGHH!!! Agghh!! AHH.... Ow! OwOOOHH!.... my... my...

>Zoey: "You're getting two dozen more of those if I don't see your pants and underwear on the ground in 5 seconds."

>Date: "Wait! Okay! Please! Okay! Okay... I'm sorry..."

>He undid his belt, pulled down his pants and underwear, and began stuffing his penis into the cock cage. Zoey wouldn't help him figure out how to get it on, and she left him to slowly fumble through the process, right on her front porch.

>Date: "Ow... ahh... okay. I think I got it. But is it supposed to be this tight? It kinda hurts..."

>Zoey: "Perfect."

>Zoey quickly threw a padlock through the hole and locked it, then draped the key on a necklace that hung next to her crucifix pendant.

>Date: "Wait... you didn't say it locks!"

>Zoey: "Let's go."

>And Zoey swiftly stepped out the door, stepping on the flowers, and sashayed toward her date's car, leaving him to pull up his pants and hobble behind her.

Vicki: "So first he's a cheapskate, and now he's already talking back to you? Wow. I thought a bible humper would be a bit more... dutiful? He's already showing way too much independence for my taste."

Ashley: "I dunno. I kinda like it when they have a little freedom. It gives them more opportunities to fuck up. That way, you can give them lots of teaching opportunities, like how Zoey is giving to Marty over here!"

Marty: "HHHmmmmmvvvv!"

Vicki: "Boys don't need any more opportunities to fuck up! They fucked up already when they chose to be born male. That's all you really need to treat them however you want."

Ashley: "But you can't *choose* to be born male, Vicki."

Vicki: "Then just make up some bullshit and punish a dude for it anyway! I swear Ashley, you're *way* too nice to guys sometimes."

Ashley: "I can't help it! I just have a big heart, ya know? Being mean just isn't in my blood."

Marty: "MRRFGP!?"

Zoey: "Well the concert seemed to go pretty okay, aside from me having to pay for stuff. I told him I didn't want him distracted on our date and would be confiscating his phone from him. And he actually listened! The concert itself was also a lot of fun! He listened when I told him all the secrets I know about Taylor Swift. How I'm friends with the wife of one of her security guards? And [the shit he hears](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1n30dtk/taylors_swift_kicks/) from behind closed doors? But I don't think he believed me, what with Taylor's image as like a good-hearted, family-friendly role model and all."

Vicki: "Hehe. It's always amused me how well she can fake the innocent type..."

Zoey: "It's all good though. I got to dance and make out with a lot of cute boys there! Even made a couple of 'em fuck me in the bathroom."

Ashley: "Oh! Did you use the trick where you make them kneel next to the toilet with their balls underneath the seat?"

Vicki: "And you sit on the seat while you ride their dicks to keep them from cumming?"

Zoey: "Every time!"

Marty: "Mmmmmmmhmf... \[sniffle\] hmf... \[sniffle\] hmf..."

Ashley: "Oh, baby! Look at you! You're shaking like a leaf! You're practically vibrating! Does it really hurt that bad?"

Marty: "Mhmm!!"

SHUNK

Zoey grabbed Ashley's knife and stabbed that one into the table too, half an inch away from Marty's penis.

Marty: "MMMPH!!"

Zoey: "Well suck it up and be a man! It's fucking annoying. Didn't your daddy ever teach you that if there's no blood or broken bones, then stop your crying? Honestly..."

Marty eyed the knife stuck in his ball sack. His blood was only just starting to congeal around it.

Zoey: "So anyway... But then we go to dinner after. And we're standing at like one of those chair-less, stand-up tables? And he says,

>Date: "So what do you do for fun?"

>Zoey: "Oh boy. That's always a tough one, isn't it? It's like suddenly you forget everything about yourself! Haha. Ya know?"

>Date: "Heh. Oh yeah I totally understand. On top of church service and volunteering, I also work and go to school full time, so it often feels like I don't do ANYTHING for fun!"

>Zoey: "Ha! That sucks. I wouldn't know the feeling."

>Date: "Oh? You don't have like a job or anything?"

>Zoey: "Oh sweety. Being this hot IS a full time job!"

>Date: "Oh. Hehe... I mean..."

>Zoey: "Nah, I'm just kidding. I don't put any effort into it. It comes natural."

>Date: "Well you're lucky. I wish I didn't have to work or anything. But that must mean you have time for all kinds of hobbies!"

>Zoey: "Nah I'm pretty laid back. I don't do much really."

>Date: "Oh come on. You're telling me you don't work, and you don't even have ONE thing you usually like to fill your day with?"

>Zoey: "Mmmm... well okay. I do have this one hobby that's kinda quirky, and not a lot of other people are into it. But it's definitely a part of who I am, so you gotta promise not to laugh!"

>Date: "Hehe. Aw no worries! I promise I won't laugh. I'm sure it's-"

>Zoey: "I love to kick balls."

>Date: "Uh, oh! Okay. You mean like you play a lot of sports? Or...?"

>Zoey: "Well I guess I could make a sport out of it... but no. I mean I like fucking up guys' nuts. Just get a real good punt in between their legs! If there was one thing I could spend all day doing, it'd be that. Oh my god it's SO much fun!"

>Date: "Uh... you... one of your hobbies... is kicking dudes in the... testicles?"

>Zoey: "Well it doesn't just have to be that; I'm into all kinds of stuff! Kneeing, punching, slapping, pinching, squeezing, twisting, yanking, stomping, biting, cutting, burning, skewering... whatever I'm in the mood for. And especially what the guy is NOT in the mood for! It's just like a fun little prank to pull on guys whenever I get the chance. Boyfriends, classmates, teachers, my brother, my dad, complete strangers who are standing there with their legs a little too far apart as I walk by them... basically every dude I run into can expect his nuts to get pummeled into his throat at any moment without notice or reason. It's HILARIOUS!"

>Date: "This... You're... oh okay. Okay I get it now. You're just joking! Haha. Cuz of this morning! Right? Well okay okay... I learned my lesson. That's funny. You actually had me going there for a minu-"

>Zoey threw her leg up under the table, rocketing it between her date's legs and up through his pelvic floor, briefly lifting him off the ground.

>Date: "OAFFGH!!"

>Zoey: "Damn straight, it's funny! Hahahaha! Look how your eyes fucking bulged out of your head! You collapsed like a sack of potatoes! Hahahahaha!"

>Zoey's date had the wind knocked out of him and could only roll around on the floor, trying to catch his breath like a fish out of water. He gasped desperately. He felt the urge to vomit.

>Zoey walked around the table to him, sat down on his neck, and crushed his head between her bare thighs.

>Zoey: "I also love to make boys cry. That's a fun one too!"

>He gripped at her thighs, trying to pull them apart.

>Date: "\[GASP\] Agh!... shh... I can't... \[gasp\]... breathe... ff... my freaking \[gasp\]... balls..."

>Zoey reached behind her and slipped her hand underneath his pants, past his cage, and grabbed his balls, yanking them forward.

>Zoey: "Hey! Quit talking about yourself! This is a date. You're supposed to be asking questions about ME!"

>Date: "FUUU-AHH! OW OW OW OW! STOP! STOP! PLEASE STOP!"

>Zoey yanked harder and dug her nails in.

>Zoey: "This is the part where you ask a question back to show you're engaged and care about my interests."

>Date: "AAAGGGHHH! JESUS! ......aaauughhh.... uhhhhh... wha.... what do you mean you... you like to make boys cry?"

>Zoey: "Are you stupid? Do you not know what tears are?"

>Date: "No I know what tears are. I mean I don't understaAAAAGH!!"

>Zoey squeezed her fist harder, now eliciting a faint popping sound from his nuts and tears from his eyes. She wiped one up with her finger and shoved it in his face.

>Zoey: "Like this. These are tears. Get it? I fucking love seeing them gush out of a helpless man's eyes."

>She drew her hand back and sucked the tear off her finger.

>Zoey: "They even taste good too! When he's all sobbing and blubbering... maybe even snot running down his lip... sweating profusely and shaking... or hyperventilating. GOD I love that shit!"

>Date: "Fffffffffuck... Zoey.... Zoey please.... you're gonna break them.... and I can't breathe..."

>Zoey: "And like beating a guy's nads works fine and all, but heartbreak usually yields the best results. I'll get a guy to trust me and fall in love with me and everything. Earn his trust and be the girl of his dreams. Shit, I'll start talking weddings and babies with him, talk about how we're gonna grow old together and how he's the only one I'll ever need. Make sure I'm apart of the family and everyone loves me. The whole nine yards, yeah? And then just like... fuck his best friend or his sister or his dad... or all three! Haha!... and then send him the video randomly."

>Date: "Zoey.... I can't..."

>Zoey: "I usually cut into him too. Tell him how much of a loser he is and how he has a small dick and could never satisfy me. That I never loved him and that all his interests and dreams are stupid. Then spit down his throat and walk away! Maybe give him a parting kick to the balls or make him drink my piss one more time for old times' sake. Then block his number and all his access to my social media. Oh and I keep his chastity keys! Obviously. That's what I've done to all my boyfriends. I always try to make sure men are completely ruined forever after dating me. Physically, mentally, emotionally, you name it. My friends and I love sharing stories like that together! It's all in good fun."

>Zoey's date merely continued to pull at her legs desperately, wheezing as his face continued to redden.

>Zoey: "Let's see... what else? Um... Oh! And I like suffocating men too. Like smothering them and stuff? Usually with my ass or my legs, but sometimes my tits too. Or sometimes I just do this."

>and Zoey clamped her hands down over the boy's mouth and nose, pushing all her weight now into his face and neck. His face was beet red and veins prominent. His hands fruitlessly pried at her fingers and thighs.

>Zoey: "Actually. Is that even really a hobby of mine? I do it all the time, but I don't know if I'm actually into it. Maybe it's just more of a habit? I mean I don't really care if a guy can breathe, but I don't know if I necessarily want him *not* to. Does that make sense? I guess it's just a matter of whether him breathing is inconvenient to me or not..."

>Date: "...mm... hmrmpf..."

>Zoey: "Come to think of it... it usually tends to happen by accident! Haha! Aw boy... if I had a nickel for every time I sat on a boy's face for too long... Like seriously. I mean like I do like it, and sometimes it's just a convenience thing, but I also just genuinely forget guys need to breathe, ya know? It's like... SO low on my list of priorities, I'm sooner likely to think about what I'm going to have for dinner 5 years from now than remember to lean forward for half a second so the guy under me can take a breath. But hey! I have good lawyers, and I practically own the cops in this town. So no harm, no foul!"

>Date: "mfgrglgl..."

>Zoey: "And public humiliation. Or maybe that one's more of a kink than a hobby? Maybe it's both? I dunno. I like it either way. You'd be surprised how many people just sit there and do nothing while two people fuck around right in front of them. People tend to avoid confrontation, so they usually just sit there awkwardly and pretend not to notice. Especially when it's me! I have a bit of a reputation for being able to get away with whatever I want, tehe."

>Date: "m..."

>Zoey: "And ummm... I like destroying relationships, I guess. Especially marriages. The longer, the better. And uh.... blackmail.... torture.... OH MY GOD! And CUMMING! Oh my god how could I forget cumming! Hahahahahaha! I like cumming more than like... anything! But honestly, as long as I'm just, like, destroying a boy's life and body however I want and brutally controlling everyone around me, I'm having a good time, regardless. It doesn't take much to keep me entertained."

>Date: "..."

>Zoey: "I also really wanna castrate someone. I feel like I'd be really into it. My friends say I've already popped my cherry cuz I've made so many guys infertile or damaged their balls beyond repair, but I don't think it counts unless you, like, physically remove them from their body. Know what I mean?"

>Date: "..."

>Zoey: "But yeah... like I said. I'm just a real laid back kinda girl. So anyway..."

>Zoey removed her hands and playfully clapped her thighs.

>*Clap!*

>Zoey: "What are YOU into?"

>Date: "..."

>Zoey: \[imitating a buzzer\] "ERRR. Wrong answer. Your only hobby from now on is gymnastics: bending over backward to please me! Now come on."

>Zoey fished her date's wallet out of his pants, took all the money inside without counting it, threw the wallet aside, stood up, tossed every bill onto the table, turned back, raised the sole of her thigh-high boot up to her hips, and slammed it down into the boy's nuts.

>Date: "fmPFAAAAAGGHH! \[cough, cough, gasp, wheeze, gag, cough, gasp\]"

>Zoey: "Let's go. I wanna see how good you can fuck me."

Vicki: "And? How was he?"

Zoey: "Nothing to write home about. Took him to a hotel room. Tied him down. Made him eat me out for a couple hours. I was planning on teasing him for at least a few days in there, but I could tell he wouldn't last long since breaking his chastity cage off. So I just-"

Ashley: "Wait. *Broke* his cage off?"

Zoey: "Oh yeah! Sorry. Before we hit the hotel, I realized I had lost his chastity key. I obviously didn't care, but he was pitching a fit about how horrible of a person I was and that I obviously didn't care about him or his health and that he couldn't believe I 'wasn't taking this situation seriously' or whatever. So I made him run us to the hardware store real quick and grab some bolt cutters. I yanked his pants down and cut his cage off right there in the aisle cuz I just couldn't stand his bitching anymore."

Ashley: "Geez. What got him so worked up all of a sudden?"

Vicki: "So by the time you got him to the hotel room, you realized he wasn't going to last long enough to blueball him for days on end?"

Zoey: "Exactly."

Vicki: "Got it."

Zoey: "So I just tied my hair ties around his cock and balls to trap the blood. It all started turning purple after a while, but it stayed hard enough to do the job. So whatever. Although, it wasn't very flexible. Like it could barely even bend in the direction I wanted it to! I had only been riding his dick for like an hour before it snapped like a glowstick. So I tied another hair tie around it even tighter than before and kept riding for like another 30 minutes or so. Got bored. Left."

Ashley: "And you convinced him to do all that in spite of him being mad at you and trying to save himself?"

Zoey: "Well he was pretty desperate for me to take the needles out of his balls, so yeah. He did whatever I wanted! Up until his pathetic cock broke..."

Vicki: "Hold up. You put needles in his balls now, too? Haha! When did that happen??"

Zoey: "When he refused to get up off the floor in the restaurant."

Ashley: "You keep needles on you?"

Zoey: "Yeah! They're part of my little emergency sewing kit I keep in my purse. You know, in case of a wardrobe malf-FUCK! I left those needles in his balls! Damnit... now I have to get a new kit..."

Ashley: "Wait wait! You left the needles in his balls?? Hahaha!"

Zoey: "Yeah! And the hair ties around his cock too, now that I think about it..."

Vicki: "Are you saying you left him at the hotel?"

Ashley: "Still tied to the bed?"

Zoey: "Apparently! See what I'm saying? The dude was such a bore. Totally forgettable."

Ashley: "Pfft. You're right. This guy's definitely a disappointment. And just as entitled as the rest!"

Vicki: "Yep. Tries to control *your* money before the date even starts..."

Ashley: "Hesitant to respect your boundaries when he meets you..."

Vicki: "Only talks about himself at the restaurant..."

Ashley: "Tries to tell you how to feel when you lose *your* property..."

Vicki: "Completely selfish in bed..."

Ashley: "Honestly. What did you say this guy's name was again?"

Zoey: "Oh yeah. It's uh... um... shit. It's something religious. Like uh... eh. It doesn't matter."

*chime*

Zoey: "Oh hold on. I forgot I had this."

**\_TEXT FROM PETER\_**

**\_Hey, Noah. How'd your date go last night? You never ended up telling me about it. Let's hang out!\_**

Zoey: "Noah. His name is Noah."

Vicki: "Oh my god is that his phone?"

Zoey: "Yeah."

Ashley: "The one you took from him at the concert?"

Zoey: "I mean it's not like he needs it. All he does now is lay in bed all day staring at the ceiling while his cock and balls slowly die! Hahahaha! You can't exactly balance a social life with that."

Ashley: "Ya know, I'm looking at our friend Marty here? And you know what? I'm kind of impressed he actually has the will power to just stand there and boil his nuts for us, even if he can't pull away anyway. He's not even twitching anymore!"

Vicki: \[Rolling her eyes} "God... is the bar for guys really that fucking low? They used to die in war, and now we can't even expect them to stand still for a couple minutes when asked politely? What, does he want a cookie or something?"

Ashley: "Look at him though. He's still as a statue!"

Zoey: "I mean I do agree the bar is low, but it's still pretty hard to find good boys."

Zoey stood up in the booth and purred in Marty's ear.

Zoey: "And this one is being a very good boy for mommy..."

Then slowly dragged her tongue from the side of his jaw and up into his hair.

*Click*

Ashley: "Awww. Another great pic! You guys make such a cute couple! Honestly Marty, you need to do a better job cheating on your girlfriend. You can't just be openly displaying your infidelity out in public like this. Frankly, you don't deserve her."

Zoey: "I'll say."

Zoey grabbed Marty's face and roughly jerked it toward her while unfastening the ball gag.

Zoey: "I think he's better off with a bitch like me."

The second the gag fell from Marty's lips, Zoey forcefully made out with him, her fist nearly ripping the hair out the back of his head, and shoving her tongue down his throat so hard it hurt. Still being congested from all the crying, this once again made it incredibly difficult for Marty to breathe, but Zoey wouldn't let up. She bit his lip and pulled back, slowly letting him strain through her teeth, and letting go only after she drew another generous helping of blood from him. She stared at him while she licked it off her lips.

Marty trembled and stared back, his eyes starting to well up again. To which, Zoey smirked and sat back down, eyeing his member judgingly.

Zoey: "But this cock of yours \[flick\] better be big enough to get the job done. For your sake Marty, I sure hope you're a grower and not a show-er. Also... you've definitely got third degree burns by this point."

Vicki: "Oh his balls are COOKED."

Ashley: "Oh for sure. There's no way he's not sterile by now."

Zoey: "Good. Poor people don't deserve to reproduce."

Zoey looked up at Marty.

Zoey: "Which means it probably doesn't matter when I let you out, since your balls are useless now anyway. Well I mean... except for being used as my thermometer! But at this point, if they've suffered enough nerve damage, they won't even be good for that. Then I'll really have no use for you. But if you keep standing there for as long as I want, I might be nice enough to take you to the hospital when we're done here. But probably not."

Vicki: \[sticking her finger into the coffee\] "Hey what the fuck? It's cold now!"

Zoey: "What!? \[to Marty\] Baby! You were supposed to tell me when the coffee cooled down enough for me to drink! And now it's fully cold! Here... take this cup back to the kitchen and zap it in the microwave for me."

Marty: \[sniff\] "Y... yes, Zoey. Could you-"

Zoey: "Ah ah ah ah ah! Did I say you could removed your balls from the cup?"

Marty: "Um. No... but I-"

Zoey: "Keep your nuts hanging out of your pants and inside the cup while you walk back to the kitchen."

Marty: "Oh... uh. Okay... but could you-"

Zoey: "And your nuts better still be in the cup when you come back with my coffee, piping hot!"

Marty: "What? Oh please no... but don't you want to drink it? Why do you want them back in the cup after I heat it up again??"

Zoey: \[sigh\] "Oh pookie bear, I'm afraid you still don't get it. What part of 'don't you dare remove your fucking testicles from my fucking coffee until I fucking say so' did you not understand?"

Marty: "..."

Zoey: "Have I instructed you to remove your nuts from the cup?"

Marty: "...no?"

Zoey: "Okay? So you're not going to put your nuts *back* in the cup; you're not going to remove them in the *first* place! Now go heat up my fucking coffee."

Marty: "I... I still don't get what you're..."

Zoey: "Jesus fucking Christ! Take the cup. And your balls. Are you fucking listening? And stick them both in the fucking microwave. And before you talk back to me, I know. You're thinking you can't get the door closed, but that's only if you're a weak little bitch. You just gotta stretch your balls out reeeeaallyy far... and slam the microwave door as hard as you can. Give it a huge shove. Like REALLY cram your sack in there, and just keep pushing the door until it clicks."

Vicki: "Don't worry. It's possible."

Ashley: "Yeah. We've seen her do it countless times. We would know."

Zoey: "And if I don't hear you shrieking and thrashing and crying bloody murder back there, you're not doing it right."

Marty: "I...... wha..... but.... "

Vicki: "\[grabbing the last knife from her side of the table\] Alright that's it. I'm shouting rape AND cutting this guy's cock off... AND his balls. And you know what? His tongue too, since he can't learn to stop arguing with us. Go ahead and post those pictures, Ashley; they're about to be the least of his concerns at this point."

Marty: "WOAH WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT! OKAY! OKAY! I'LL DO IT!"

The girls sat there staring at him, expectantly.

Marty: "But... could you please untie my hands now? And... remove the knife from my balls?"

Vicki: "Give us your car keys so we know you're not just gonna bail on us the moment you're out of our sight."

Ashley: "Yeah. And your wallet too."

Marty looked between the girls with petrified, teary, watering eyes, which eventually rested on Zoey. She watched his face, unimpressed and apathetic, while laying lengthwise in the booth with one foot resting up on the table. Then she suddenly kicked the knife, breaking the handle clean off, and yanked on Marty by his tie. Marty's scrotum slipped up and off the blade where the handle used to be, and he tripped over the seat of the booth, falling right on top of Zoey. His balls no longer drowning in her coffee - his head now drowning in her cleavage.

With his hands tied behind his back and his body fallen over, Marty had nowhere near the leverage to fight against Zoey's grasp now on the back of his head. She pulled him in tightly between her tits until she couldn't hear his sniffles anymore. Her voice sounded distant and muffled to him.

Zoey: "For however long you can hold your breath, I'm keeping you in here three times longer. Do you have a good life insurance policy as a waiter?"

Marty: ^("Mmmm...")

Zoey: "If you want a chance to update your will before it's too late, then do as we say and take your wallet out of your pants."

Marty shimmied for his back pocket, pulled out his wallet, and was yanked backward by his balls by Vicki. Zoey kicked him in the chest to straighten him up, and Vicki - with one hand still between Marty's legs - tossed his wallet to Ashley, fished through his pants for his keys and phone, and placed his balls back in the cooled coffee before sitting back down. Zoey impatiently cut his ties, carelessly cutting up his wrists in the process, and slapped his butt playfully when finished.

*SMACK*

Zoey: "10 minutes oughta do it!"

Marty began bawling on his way to the kitchen.

Once the girls heard the sound of a microwave door being repeatedly smashed shut, Zoey turned to the group.

Zoey: "Alright. I'm not really hungry. You girls wanna get outta here?"

Vicki: "It's about time!"

Ashley: "Yes! I could use a little retail therapy, and I just got myself a new little credit card here!"

Vicki: "You guys wanna take his car for a joyride? We can just leave it in a tow-away zone or something if we haven't blown it up by the time we're done with it."

Zoey: "Sounds good to me!"

As the girls were walking out the door, the first of Marty's wails began to pierce through the building.

Vicki: "Oh hey did you delete those pictures yet? Send them to me. I wanna post them anyway."

Ashley: "Oh pssh. I already posted those the second I took 'em!"

Zoey: "You guys think we'll meet any cute boys at the mall?"