Losing a Testicle to Feminism Part 3

For the next month I was put through hell, every single day I would have sensitivity training where I would have to recite phrases and show how much I was committed to respecting women while one of the women in the office got the opportunity to punish my nut trying to force me to say something misogynistic so that they could get my course extended but it never worked. I learned my lesson with Victoria that if I said anything rude while they were squeezing or punching or twisting my nut it would just result in more sensitivity training and more pain for me. By the end of the month every single women in the office was able to get at least 1 day with me, some even 2, Victoria was given 3 days since my boss was so impressed with her work on me.




My ball was throbbing in pain every single day, not to mention half the day would be spent serving the women drinks and cleaning up after them. Because they were wearing such revealing attire they'd lure me in to staring at their ass or tits and then use that as an excuse to rack my nut, much to the amusement of the entire office. They ended up giving me the nickname of "Uniball" just to hammer in my shame. Although I still hated them all and secretly my opinion on them being a bunch of cunts never changed I learned that I was better off being polite as possible and referred to each of them as "Miss" or "Ma'am"




One woman was in the middle of giving me a lecture squeezing my nut telling me that I need to stop staring at her tits that she made no effort to conceal while I just groaned and nodded along gritting my teeth when suddenly my boss walked in "In my office now Uniball". The girl squeezing my nut was angry she couldn't have more time with me as she had just got dumped by her boyfriend as I had overheard earlier doing my duties and was enjoying inflicting pain on a man's most sensitive part and regretfully released my nut only to send a wicked backhand into it half a second later. I bent forward and let out a tortured groan "Mmfmmmmm". I choked out the words trying to conceal my frustration "Thank you Miss for the lesson I'll make sure not to stare at your breasts any longer". I can't believe I had to thank this dumb bitch for squeezing my nut just because she was in a foul mood but things were easier this way.




I followed my boss into her office and sat down spreading my legs as much as possible to reduce the pressure on my abused nut. My boss immediately protested this saying "Oh remember, no manspreading it can be very offensive to women"




I was very annoyed, didn't manspreading only matter on the bus where I would be taking up extra space that women could otherwise be sitting in. I complied and closed my legs completely and let out an exasperated sigh as I felt my nut get scrunched up.




"Anyways, you've made a ton of progress with your sensitivity training and I think you've really come to learn how women should be treated and I think it's time for you to get back into a position where you can represent this company to your fullest abilities"




I was finally catching a break and felt a load lift off my chest hearing this words optimistic I'd be getting my old job back as Chief of Sales "Oh thank you Boss will I be getting my old job back?"




"No not at all, I've got a much better job for you that suits your capabilities more and it will make the company a lot of money. You're going to be a motivational speaker to aspiring feminists at different colleges. You'll explain your journey and how you came to respect women and warn them of the dangers of misogyny"




I was a little ambivalent about this job offer, I could escape the office and I wouldn't be subject to constant testicular punishment from the employees, but on the other hand I'd have to give a humiliating and debasing speech to a bunch of feminists in college about me losing a testicle and how it made me into the man I am today. I didn't really have a choice tho as my boss was right in her statement from a month ago, I had applied to several other jobs over the last month and none of them called me back after hearing about my sexual harassment situation that was posted everywhere and on the news.




I swallowed my pride and was thankful at least I wouldn't be getting racked every 5 minutes and stated "I'd love to give motivational speeches to such courageous young women Boss thank you for this opportunity"




The first college I went to was the local one. The turnout for the speech was greater than I imagined, I was looking out off the stage at 200 beautiful women aging from 18 to 25. I was extremely nervous knowing I'd have to hype these women up for women's empowerment and warn them about the dangers of mysogyny and I was also very frustrated with this whole situation.




I started off my speech explaining the situation where I yelled sexual comments to a woman at a feminist protest leaving out the part where she said she would "kick my balls into my throat" as that part of the story was never believed by women and it just made them mad to hear it. I then went on to explain how she had kicked me in the balls rupturing my left testicle. I then explained how I was ordered to attend sensitivity training to treat women better by my job and how it made me learn respect. The girls in the crowd were all very happy to hear my story and seemed genuinely interested.




It wasn't until I started fielding questions from the audience that things got obnoxious. A hostess walked around with a microphone to different girls in the crowd letting them ask whatever questions they wanted.




"So you're telling us if we just kick a guy so hard in the testicles that we break one he'll learn learn a lesson about respecting women, maybe I should try this on my boyfriend" said one 18 year old brunette girl eliciting a lot of laughter in the crowd.




"No you're missing the point of the speech, you should only kick a guy as a last resort, the speech is that mysogyny has consequences for both men and women" I said remembering my lines but hating that I had to play this character of implying that me losing a nut was justified.




A bunch of girls in the crowd started chatting with each other about guys who they wouldn't mind losing a testicle.




"How much did it hurt when I kicked your balls into your throat" said a young woman's voice. I looked at the person and suddenly realized it was the girl that had kicked me at the protest crushing my left nut and my self esteem. She stood there with a smug smirk on her face that just drove me insanely mad. There were quiet giggles and whispers amongst the audience as the spectacle unfolded.




I still had a job to do and I pulled myself together despite the shock and did my best to answer the question "It hurt a lot, it was the worst pain I've ever felt, I had tears coming down my eyes, I puked"




"So I guess I taught you a lesson huh, would it kill you to give me a thank you?" she replied in a sassy tone.




I was so pissed off at this question but I had to stay in character so I gave into what felt like was being demanded of me "Thank you for teaching me a lesson I'll never forget". I couldn't believe I was saying these words after a month of having nightmares about the incident and about my future and how every woman I seemed to come across had abused me since, I absolutely hated this girl but I knew I couldn't admit it.




The microphone was passed to another girl who insisted "Well since the girl that kicked you in your story is here maybe she could recreate the situation for us and give us a demonstration of what happened for educational purposes"




I stuttered in fear not wanting to be kicked by her again for obvious reasons "N-no-no I don't think that is necessary or appropriate". The girls all started booing. Suddenly I hear my earpiece started going off, it was my Boss who was watching from in the crowd saying "Let her kick you, we need to make sure the girls get the full experience or they won't hire us again". My heart sank in fear, I didn't want to lose my last ball.




"Alright on second thought I will agree to this one kick for educational purposes" I said starting to sweat a bit. She smiled and walked up on the stage, I couldn't help but notice she was wearing different shoes rather than the steel-toed ones, maybe I stood a chance after all. I screamed about her choking on my balls and in a split second she punted my nut with killer accuracy crunching it up between my legs.




"ERRGGHhhhhhhhh" I dropped to my knees and groaned loudly making an "Ooooo" facial contortion. The audience of college feminists cheered and laughed loudly.




"Haha don't worry I'm not wearing steel toes today, besides it's funnier if you keep your last testicle, that way women can enjoy sacktapping you forever" I heard the girl say cruelly.




One girl with the microphone in the crowd said "Well at least someone is choking on your balls it's just not who you expected". The women in the crowd were in hysterics laughing at her comment.




A different girl leaned her head toward the mic to make a quippy comment "Well he's choking on his ball, singular" this made the crowd roar even louder.




I eventually stood up blushing from the humiliation, anger and pain. My nut was throbbing but it was still in tact thank god. I was in the middle of answering more questions when a stunning group of women in cheerleading outfits walked into the gym, I'm guessing they were a little late and came here straight out of cheer practice. Eventually the microphone made its way to the back of the room to one of the cheerleaders who was a stunning 10/10 blonde girl with a perfect body that looked great in her uniform who said




"So I heard we got a demonstration from the girl that kicked you earlier but the cheer squad had to come in late so could you do it again so that we can see as well"




I thought I was smart and that I'd try to play it cool because I noticed my deballer had already left the speech "Well I 'd love to give you another demonstration but the woman that kicked me at the protest has already left unfortunately" I said with a little too much confidence.




"That's okay I can fill in for her" the blonde girl still holding the mic insisted with a big grin. I wanted to protest but she was already on her way rushing up to the stage. "Alright just one more kick" I said nervously.




I wasn't even finished reciting the line about swallowing my balls and choking on them when "You can choke on my MFMMMmmmmmmm fuck" her sneaker found it's way into my groin slamming my nut with speed. Her foot came from directly underneath like she was doing one of her cheer kicks. She hit my nut dead on but I managed to stay standing somehow.




"Oh damn I missed, lemme try again" she said in frustration




"You definitely didn't miss" I squeaked out bent at the waist. The crowd laughed hearing my voice go high pitch. "Alright thank you for volunteering you can go back to your seat now" I said doing my best to catch my breath clutching my groin.




"No I'm not going back my seat until I get to try again, do you know how much money my dad donates to this school I will tell him to stop if I'm not getting treated properly here" the entitled rich blond girl said.




My boss came through on my earpiece again "If you screw this up for us you're fired, if you make this girl pull her dads money out of the school you'll ruin our reputation forever"




"Alright we can do the demonstration one more time" I said. The girls expression went instantly from angry to smirking now that she got her way and said "That's what I thought, I'm gonna make this kick count for trying to deny me my education"




I started saying the line when her leg shot out trapping my nut between my pelvis and her shoe at lightning speed. My nut was already in a great deal of pain and it got amplified by this much harder kick "Choke on my MMMFMMFMmmmm" I dropped to the ground immediately and started rolling around in the fetal position with tears coming down my eyes.




The girl picked up the microphone and layed it down on the floor next to my mouth so that the whole room could hear me groan "Oh fuck Arghhhhh my nut fuck" The room burst into laughter once again.




The cheerleader went back to her seat and was greeted by her squad with cheers and high fives. My boss came through on my earpiece again after a couple minutes of me laying on the floor groaning "Get up, you're making us look bad". Wearily I complied and resumed fielding questions from the audience with the occasional grunt or squeak from my lingering nut pain which would invite more chuckles from the women. I could feel nothing but my nut radiating in pain as I continued the event, it felt heavy and swollen. Two more times women entered the room demanding that because they missed the earlier demonstrations they should be allowed to see another example and of course they were always first to volunteer to be the kicker. It was becoming a common request and I begrudgingly complied.




That night I went home my ball was swollen and hurt all night and for the next couple days as well, I'd be limping everywhere and girls on the bus and on the street would make comments like "Ouch, who'd you cheat on" and "Looks like he pissed off the wrong girl"




A week later the pain in my nut started going away and we were set to go do another speech at a different college in the next city over. I asked my boss if we could put an end to the demonstrations but she just said "Look stop being so selfish, nobody cares about how much your nut hurts, this is for the girls education, if they want to kick you I don't see any reason why they shouldn't be able to".




I was drinking a coffee at the college cafe sitting down scrolling through my phone thinking about the fact that... well maybe the situation at the college in my city was a fluke and besides the girl that ruptured my left nut wouldn't even be at this college so perhaps things wouldn't be the same. I overheard a conversation going on between the group of girls beside me.




"Did you guys hear about the motivational speech on feminism happening today, there's a guy that has strict orders to let you kick him in the nut if you ask about a demonstration of his story on how he lost his left testicle, all's you have to do is show up a little late and say you missed it, my friend from a different college told me about it, she said she was sitting beside a woman that was obviously talking to him through an earpiece threatening to fire him if he didn't let the girls do it"




"Oh my god, you know what would be hilarious if all 5 of us showed up 20 minutes apart and each got to kick him once" one of the other girls replied.




"Wow that's such a bitchy move, let's do it, it's been a while since I've got to paste someone's nut" a third girl said.




I thought I'd be smart and try and discourage them and interjected their conversation "Maybe you girls should find something more productive to do, there's nothing entertaining about a guy getting hit in the nuts, it's very painful and you should be sympathetic to that"




"Umm first of all nobody is talking to you, and second of all, we know it's painful, we've kicked guys in the balls before that's the entire point, it's not my problem tho, it's their fault for having such stupid dangling sensitive bits and you know what I'm gonna kick him even harder now for you interrupting our conversation" a brunette girl around 19 said.




I knew immediately I fucked up and was going to be in for a rough day