Monique - The Sadistic Ballbusting Class Topper

Robert had met his tormentor in AP Calc earlier that semester. They had been randomly assigned as partners to do some worksheets together, and Robert could barely contain his excitement to be paired with the hottest girl in class. Monique had her frizzy hair tied back in two black bunches, and her white sweater outlined her breasts perfectly. Robert sat in the chair across from her, subtly shifting his legs apart to make room in his pants for his growing cock.

“So, you’re Monique? Hey, I’m Robert, I can do the evens and you can work on the -”

CRUNCH

Without even looking up, Monique had pistoned her sneaker in between Robert’s legs, pushing his prodigious testicles into his pelvic bone. She looked up at him over her glasses and scooted closer, bending her knee but keeping the same amount of pressure on his balls. Robert coughed and reached for his groin, his eyes dully fixating on the dark skin of her toned leg before squeezing shut completely.

“Robert, I’d like to explain what working with me is like.” She spoke softly, so Robert had to keep his own moans and grunts quiet to hear her. “I’m the smartest student in this class. I don’t trust any of you...boys to do my work for me. You’d spend the entire time hitting on me, shifting your boner awkwardly, ogling my tits, and worst of all…” Monique straightened her leg out just an inch, and he felt his nuts physically compress. Robert grabbed the arms of the chair with white knuckles, a vein popping out of his forehead as he tried to endure his torture. “You’d correct my work. So you’re going to sit there quietly, and I’m going to finish every question on our sheet without any interruption. And if I get a single question wrong, well...That would be because you’ve been distracting me.” She smiled sweetly at him. “And I’ll pop your balls if that happens. Ok?”

Her casual threat of castration finally broke Robert’s control. He managed to open his eyes and look at her, and he tried to beg for mercy. But the pain was too overwhelming, and he only managed a gasping cry.

She frowned, and finished straightening her knee out all the way. Robert was pushing his chair as far back as he could to reduce pressure on his manhood, but they were in an awkward corner of the class and his back was to the wall. He had nowhere to go.

For the next 45 minutes, they sat in almost total silence, the chatter of the groups around them drowning out any sounds Robert may have let loose.

Finally, the teacher stood up and began collecting worksheets. Monique had finished 15 minutes into the session, so the last half hour was spent as she got more and more bored of Robert’s same tortured facial expressions and tried experimenting around. She would twist her toe down ever so precisely, pinning one of his balls against the hard, unforgiving plastic of his public school chair; or she might replace the constant pressure of stomping with a series of fast kicks, even bringing her other foot up into his groin to double her speed. As soon as Robert had almost gotten numb to one form of testicular pain, she would change things up to keep him aware of the new damage being wreaked on his slowly-swelling ball sack.

As Ms. White walked by, Monique put her feet down. Robert gasped, relieved at the sudden reduction in agony. He finally got a quick look at the problem sheet in front of them. He tried not to vainly judge whether or not she had gotten every problem correct, but his balls were on the line. He needed to know if she had gotten any of them wrong.

His eyes grew wide at her answer to the first problem.

What is the integral of x^2?

She had written below it…(x^3)/3 + C

He knew it was wrong. She must have known it was wrong. It should be just (x^3)/2; after all, when you integrated a polynomial, you divided by the number in the exponent. Monique was smart enough to know that. He’d seen how she looked at him. He knew she just wanted to see him castrated.

But his teacher was coming by too quickly

“Miss White! I...I’d like to fix something real fast!”

He ignored Monique’s death glare. She must have been pissed he caught on to her plan to neuter him.

“Robert, you need to make sure that your work is complete before I come by. No more corrections at this point.”

“Wait, please, you don’t-”

His voice was cut off as Monique shot her leg into his testicles again. He watched up futilely as his teacher reviewed their worksheet. Any moment now, she’d deliver the fatal score and Monique would end his sex life before it even began.

“Well, this all looks excellent! 40/40, well done again Monique! Robert, I’m sure whatever mistake you thought you saw wasn’t there. Please don’t assume you know more than your partner just because she is a woman.”

She frowned at him. “That sort of small incident is what we call a microaggression. I know you probably weren’t consciously thinking that you were smarter than Monique because she’s a woman, but those kind of thoughts are what’s behind your mansplaining! It may seem insignificant, but repeated incidents like that can do real, permanent damage to a girl’s ego. You have no idea what that sort of humiliation and pain can feel like.”

He could barely understand her as relief flooded through him. She hadn’t missed any questions. He was going to keep his balls. But Monique’s foot was pressing uncomfortably into his nuts again. He cringed as he anticipated her reaction to his wrong correction.

“What-”

STOMP

“The fuck”

STOMP

“WAS THAT?!?!”

STOMP-CRUNCH! Her foot sank deeper into his balls than previously, and Robert knew something was permanently damaged. He hunched over, wheezing.

“This isn’t over, asshole. I’ll see you later.” The bell rang, and Monique picked up her backpack and left. Robert’s hands flew inside his pants to assess the damage, ignorant of the disgusted screams of his female classmates still in the room. His already-large balls had swollenup to almost twice their normal size, and even touching them felt like a full-fledged kick. But to his relief, they were still mercifully intact. He thought Monique’s last kick had popped one of his balls, but the damage was spread evenly through both of his babymakers.

Of course, his intact manhood was still painful beyond all belief. He wiped away another tear and pulled his hands out of his waistband, standing up just in time before Ms. White saw his odd movements. She gave him a quizzical look, but went back to grading papers. He sighed in relief knowing that he didn’t have to explain his badly bruised balls to his teacher. If missing a point on a worksheet warranted castration, he didn’t want to know what telling on her would bring him. He shuffled out of the classroom, trying futilely to walk like a man without significant testicular injuries.

To be Continued.....