Making The Girls Of Bealluc Academy Bust My Balls: Cracking the Seventh Seal Part 1/2

*Contains: >!rupture threat/castration talk, guy enjoying ballbusting, chastity, sph, feminization, female orgasm denial!<*

*All characters aged 18+*

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1ev9lhk/making_the_girls_of_bealluc_academy_bust_my_balls/), [Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1f8y964/making_the_girls_of_bealluc_academy_bust_my_balls/), [Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1fwrt7x/making_the_girls_of_bealluc_academy_bust_my_balls), [Part 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1hy9ds0/making_the_girls_of_bealluc_academy_bust_my_balls/), [Part 5](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1ik3goj/making_the_girls_of_bealluc_academy_bust_my_balls/), [Part 6](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1kv6pll/making_the_girls_of_bealluc_academy_bust_my_balls/)

I tried to thrust my ass out to hopefully dodge Imogen’s leg coming to end my reproductive capabilities. I was only half successful. Imogen was wearing open-toed sandals, and so the very tips of her toes found my nutsack and gave it a sharp, quick smack as they brushed along my undercarriage. It was the kind of glancing hit that made testicles bounce, boys puff out their cheeks in eye-watering pain and girls giggle with glee that even a glancing blow could debilitate the supposedly stronger sex.

My legs wobbled and I bent forward, gasping. But I remained standing, for now. “W-wait, Imogen…!”

But she had already cocked her other leg back, completely ignoring my pathetic squealing. Look, Emily might be casting my nuts for a ballet performance, but that didn’t mean I’m particularly flexible. I was more the kind of guy who could endure a lot, especially down below. So I’m sorry to say that if you expected me to dodge and weave through an assault on my junk, I will be sorely disappointing you, as well as my junk.

That is to say, Imogen’s next kick landed a meaty hit and rung both of my bells. Sure, glancing blows hurt and make any guy flinch, but that kick had been of those hits that really rock your balls. Have you seen slo-mo videos of tennis balls getting hit? They warp into this almost concave shape, and that’s what Imogen’s foot was doing at that moment to my testicles. Yeah, it was one of those hits that make your brain short-circuit and reboot because your nuts just got exploded. A real ballbuster of a kick.

Naturally, freezing up was the worst thing I could have done because Imogen was determined to bust my balls until she could use them as finger paints.

She grabbed my shoulders next. “Don’t!” Her knee shot up into my nuts, increasing their agony tenfold. “Worry!” Another knee. “I won’t!” The next knee hit only my left ball and for the first time in ages, I actually felt nauseous getting my bollocks mangled. “Stop!” Oh god, that one only hit the left nut too! “Until!” Please, Imogen, at least hit both of my nuts! “They pop!” I could *feel* something shift inside my sack, and I knew that this girl had just done some sort of real damage to my left ball.

My legs finally gave in and I crumpled with a faint squeak to the ground, desperately curling around my balls to protect what was left of them at this point.

But Imogen was on me like a female bear on her bear-husband’s honey-dipped nuts after she had just caught him cheating on her. She easily pried my knees apart and pushed them to the floor besides my head. A very swollen package greeted her, my nuts so inflated that they wobbled like they had the jiggle physics of a lewd video game character applied to them.

“W-wait,” I squeaked in a very unmanly soprano, “please, don’t! My nuts!”

Imogen placed one knee on my swollen sack and started grinding it back and forth. It felt like I had an ice pick lodged in my left testicle. Never had I felt so completely and utterly helpless. I was completely powerless to stop Imogen.

And while she pressed her knee into my balls, producing this deep, nauseating pain in them that felt fundamentally *wrong* somehow, Imogen stared at me with unblinking eyes and a frankly terrifying smile. “Are you ready? Ready to lose them? This time, I will for sure break your balls and take them away. And then you don’t need all these other girls any more. You can be with* me*! FOREVER!”

She started kneeing me in the balls, smashing her knee into the underside of my swollen sack. Each hit to my nuts had me tearing up and crying out.

Uh-oh! It doesn’t look good for your charming hero, boys and girls! How can he get his balls out of *this* particular pickle?

I can’t. All of my so-called sparring with Yumi wasn’t exactly about teaching me how to defend myself and, I don’t know if you think I’m weak for not powering through it, but one of my balls was clearly not well. And by not well, I mean worse off than usual. A lot worse off. I didn’t know what exactly was wrong with it, but I could feel it. It was like every nerve in my body was screaming at me to pay attention to my left nut. So no, I don’t suddenly develop some superpower or overcome a girl looking to castrate me through sheer willpower and the power of friendship. I was lying there, unable to stop this crazy bitch from destroying my nuts. If my life was a cartoon, this would be a pretty crappy end for my balls. Also, I think the show’s ratings wouldn’t be very good because no guy would watch his hero get his balls crushed in such a humiliating and pathetic display.

Although maybe the girls cheering for Imogen to de-nut me would save the ratings, what do I know about television.

Sorry to say, but at this point I accepted my fate. I was a dick length away from getting my balls busted by the ice queen of Bealluc Academy, so to speak, and I failed. Imogen would prematurely end my fun by ending my balls.

Through the pain in my testicles, my body rocking back and forth with each knee crashing into them, my head lolled to the side. And there, at the other end of the school hall, I saw my girlfriend. Rose leaned back against the wall, panties around her ankles, two knuckles deep inside herself. My girlfriend was fingering herself to my impending castration.

She probably had been looking out for me, that horny little minx. But then she saw me get my balls kicked in and had to stop and get herself off. I couldn’t even blame her, in fact, I’m kind of proud of her. She was just as huge a pervert as I was. Seeing a boy get his nuts popped was probably one of her ultimate fantasies, probably only after crushing them herself.

But I still wished she would stop Imogen. What good was I to Emily as a nutless eunuch? What good was I to Rose?

It didn’t matter now. I looked back at Imogen, who had started cackling while busting my balls. I always thought myself a glass half-full kinda guy, so I should at least enjoy my castration, I felt.

Her form was… bad, to be honest. Sometimes Imogen would only knee my ass, sometimes she would hit only one of my nuts. She was the exact opposite of someone like Yumi who could explode a guy’s nuts in a single strike but wanted to avoid that at all costs. What she lacked in technical skill, however, she made up for with fervour. Imogen *needed* to render my cock and balls into the equivalent of a limp pastry bag filled with mashed nut paste.

And just when I wondered if Imogen would squeeze my ballbag after crushing my nuts to pipe out all the ‘icing’, a pair of legs appeared beside my head. Something hot and wet dripped onto my face, then the legs bent, and my vision was snuffed out by a shapely butt and my mouth sealed with pussy.

“Ooh, that looks fun! Mind if I join in?” my girlfriend asked and I felt her close her hand around my nutsack. The knees to my undercarriage stopped, but my relief was short-lived. My girlfriend began squeezing and releasing my right ball like it was a stress toy.

“W-who are you? Get off! You’re in the way,” Imogen said and I felt her harshly grab my left nut, pulling it towards her. My girlfriend yanked my sack back.

“I’m his girlfriend, Rose. Nice to meet you.”

Imogen blanched. “His girl-… No! NO!” But instead of, I don’t know, arguing or attacking Rose, she fell back, clutching a hand over her chest like some fainting Victorian lady. “How could you do this to me? We were meant to be together, forever! I don’t- what have I done wrong? Do you hate me?! BWOOHOOOHOOO!”

Imogen was crying, nay, blubbering like a baby. Big, round tears rolled down her face and Rose couldn’t stand the heartbreaking sight. Letting go of my balls, she opened her arms and invited Imogen in for a hug. She threw herself into my girlfriend’s arms, bawling her eyes out while Rose gently stroked her head to soothe her. My balls ached beneath them.

---

Two hours later, Rose and I were sitting across from Dr. Madison, the only doctor who would see us this late. Oddly enough, she only said yes after Rose mentioned that she thought I might have ruptured one of my nuts.

“How did you say this happened again?” Dr. Madison asked.

“He fell down the stairs,” Rose said immediately.

“Riiight… and he landed on-”

“On his ball, yes. Didn’t you, babe?” My girlfriend poked me with her elbow, so I nodded. “He slipped, but his feet went into opposite directions and then he fell onto the stairs, so while in the splits the edge of the step, well, split his nut.” Dr. Madison stared at Rose for an uncomfortably long time.

“Dear Lord… OK, I can tell you that your boyfriend didn’t rupture any testicles this time-”

“Aww,” Rose said a little too loud. But before the doctor could call the coppers on my girlfriend for what she was definitely suspecting was a case of domestic violence, I cleared my throat.

“What do you mean by ‘this time’?”

“Well, young man, to be perfectly honest, I have never seen a pair of testicles in such a dire state as yours and still be able to call them testicles rather than ‘puddle of mush’. Internal and external bruising, abrasions on your scrotum, there are even signs of you suffering from a short-lived torsion. I would ask you to produce a sperm sample, but with the way your testicles look and even *feel*, I think that’d be trying to wring blood from a stone. In fact, I have half a mind to snap a few pictures of your sack and propose to hang them all over schools and offices around the country to show boys what happens when they try to peek under girls’ skirts.”

“Oooh that would be fun-” Rose said before catching herself. “Uhm, sorry, please continue.”

“What I mean to say is, your left testicle is deeply bruised and another hit before it has had time to heal would be… unwise. If you don’t watch out for any *lingering threats* to your little manhood,” Dr. Madison said and side-eyed Rose, “the next time we see each other, I will make you go down a size in briefs, if you catch my drift.” Dr. Madison raised a scalpel she had lying on a tray next to her. “Unless of course the remains of your manhood can be found splattered over your girlfriend’s knee, we can make do with a towel in that case.”

Rose argued for a bit longer with Dr. Madison, trying to convince her she wasn’t responsible for the current state of my nuts. Which she wasn’t, to be fair, but I also felt she wasn’t *not* responsible, in a way.

By the time we got to her flat, we were both really tired, so we went to bed right away. Me with a frozen bag of peas as pillow for balls, Rose slung around my right side.

“I’m glad that went alright,” I whispered into the dark.

“Did it though? Yeah, Imogen is leaving you alone but the doc told me I can’t hit your balls for at least a month! How am I supposed to endure that long without going for your marbles?”

“Well, what did you do before we met?”

“Watch videos of guys get hit in the nuts. Read stories about guys getting hit in the nuts. Comics, too. Oh and I have this action figure of that superheroine, Haymaker. Sometimes I’d make these stop-motion clips with her kicking other figures in the balls. And then there’s-”

“OK so you used to be a perma-horny gooner, just do that some mo- agh! Fuck!”

Rose had given me a backhand to the balls, her knuckles jostling my sensitive sack. “I’m not a gooner! Don’t call me that, that’s something you only call boys!”

“Okay, sorry! Please be careful with my balls,” I begged her. With tears in my eyes, I stroked her hair, that usually helped distract her from my nuts. “Look, I know it’s not ideal, but it’s just a month. Emily might actually break them if they don’t get a chance to heal. And if anyone should pop my balls, it’s you.”

Crap, I only just realized. I had a girlfriend that loved ballbusting at least as much as I did, maybe even more. And even keeping my nuts safe for a month, there was a solid chance that if I went through with my plan to make Emily bust my balls, she might break my left nut. A girl that wasn’t Rose would break it. I couldn’t do that to my ball-obsessed girlfriend. I was going to have to tell Emily I couldn’t help her with the ballet.

“Alright, you know what, I’m going to turn Emily down and give up on her, I can’t-”

“You should do it anyway,” Rose said quietly. “You’ve worked so hard to get Emily to step on your balls. The year is almost over, you can’t give up now!” I wanted to argue but Rose grabbed my dick as revenge, stroking it at the same pace as I was stroking her hair. I shuddered with pleasure. God, this little vixen. “I know she might pop one. And you need at least one ball so I can bust it every day. But being with you is more important to me than being the one to break one of your nutties.” Her hand quickened, the covers shifting as Rose was jerking me off.

“R-Rose, I’m gonna-”

“Nuhuh,” she said and stopped rubbing my cock. She pressed her fingers at the base of my dick and took my uninjured right nut in her hand, giving it a hard squeeze to ward off my orgasm. “Here’s the deal: You do the ballet recital with Emily. Until then, I’m not going to bust your balls. But it’s not fair if only I have to give something up, so… in exchange, you don’t get to cum.”

I wrapped around my girlfriend, hugging her tightly as she was squeezing the life out of one of my testicles. I whimpered, my hips bucking until I felt my erection subside. My orgasm felt infinitely far away again and my balls screamed at me in pain. “O-okay! Please, stop!”

Rose gave me a kiss on the nose. “Great! I’ll put you back in your chastity cage tomorrow. And now you need to sleep, Mister, so that your poor ballsies can recover.” With that, she turned around and left my manhood alone. I heard cute little snores come from her less than a minute later.

I was suddenly keenly aware how bricked up I was. And I wouldn't get to cum for another month? I gently spooned Rose from behind and, wouldn't you know, my dick pressed right against her butt! Slowly, I rolled my hips, rubbing myself against her.

“None of that,” she said and gave my balls a painful tap from below. Whimpering, I hugged my girlfriend and laid still. This was going to be a long month.

---

“…and then he went for a high kick, but I leaned into it and hit him right between the legs with a knee strike, just like I practiced on you! So that’s why I thought I’d say thank you for helping me train. It won me the whole tournament,” Yumi said, smiling from ear to ear. Rose stood next to me, noticeably nervous. Her hand was a bit clammy and she rocked from one foot to the other. Just one week in and my girlfriend was seriously struggling with her ballbusting ban.

So why not have a little fun at her expense? “That’s great! Say, did your opponent congratulate you for the win as well?”

“Uhm, no, he… well, to be honest, he was just lying there. And I think he cried a lot? People carried him out with a stretcher saying something about being ‘crushed to dust’ so I think they were talking about my win being very convincing. Ah, and his sister came up to me and congratulated me, but it was hard to understand her because she was laughing a lot,” Yumi said.

“What do you think, Rose? What could Yumi have crushed in that fight? Was that the reason her opponent didn’t get back up?” I knew there was no way she *wouldn’t* imagine little Yumi cracking a pair of eggs to win her karate tournament. And lo and behold, her eyes fluttered and her cheeks grew a deep crimson.

“Hey, is that Maisie over there? Maisie!” Rose suddenly shouted, waving the Scottish girl over. “Say, I know you and my boyfriend used to have some *fun* around school, if you know what I mean and- hey, it’s no problem! I understand! A girl has needs, right? I just wanted to tell you that I’m totally cool with it as long as you don’t use his actual… well, you know. His thingie. In fact, I think you should go and take him out for a ride right now!”

The redhead went from guileless to flustered to concerningly eager in the span of two seconds. Grabbing her bag that I knew contained her favourite strap-on, Maisie dragged me out of the classroom. “Well, ah dinnae need her sayin' that twice! C’mon, ah want tae shag!"

Rose stuck out her tongue at me as Maisie dragged me off, my dick throbbing pitifully in its cage. But at least Yumi made no move to stop explaining to my girlfriend how she handed a guy a literally crushing defeat, so I at least got to return the gesture before she was out of my vision.

Three weeks left until the recital.

---

Rose and I walked into the shop, both of us slightly limping and breathing way too heavily. “Welcome to Christie’s Ballgame and Track Sporting Goods store! Err, did you two run here, you look a little out of breath – I can get you some water if you want,” a bright and bubbly blonde said.

“N-no, we didn’t run, we’re just, ah…” My brain stalled. God, I bet she’d look great bouncing on my cock, squealing in delight when I sucked on her tits- wait, focus! Fuck, being so horny made it hard to think!

“No water, thank you. We’re here for a ballet tutu?” Rose asked.

“Oh, sure! I’m Cindy, by the way. We’ve got a variety of different styles that you’re going to love. Trust me, you’re going to look great in them, and I’m sure your boyfriend will agree,” the blonde said.

“No no, it’s not for me. It’s for him,” Rose smirked and pointed at me.

“Oh… oh! I thought you two were- right, sorry.” Smiling at me, she led me over to a row of pink and beige spandex with frilly skirts. “There we go darling, all the cute outfits you could wish for. If you’re dancing in one of these, all the boys are going to be spellbound watching you!”

“Wait, does she think I’m-” I whispered to Rose, but my girlfriend just laughed and smacked my ass.

“Nhaha, make sure it’s a tight one, his dance partner needs to see the target- uh, what he’s packing!”

“Here darling, let’s go try this one on,” the blonde said before I could get a word in edgewise and held open the curtain of a changing booth for me. Fine, let her think what she wants. If I acted flustered, Rose would just laugh that much harder.

Grumbling, I stepped into the changing booth and took off my shirt. And then I realized the shop girl had followed me inside, watching me undress! “What the hell?!”

“Come on, cutie, I can’t wait to see you in that tutu! Here, I’ll help you take off those pants.” With a few quick yanks, she pulled my trousers down along with my boxers. I froze, my brain refusing to accept that this was truly happening. “There, isn’t that bet- oh.”

She was face-to-face with my dick pressing against it’s little, pink cage, throbbing and leaking onto the floor. I felt like dying of embarrassment and yet I was hard as diamonds. Well OK, technically I was limp because of the cage but – you get what I mean.

“That’s… uhm… I guess now I don’t need to wonder if you’re the top, teehee!”

“Is everything okay in there?” Rose asked. I could hear the repressed laughter in her voice.

“Sure, everything’s fine! Well, maybe there’s a *small* problem, but it’s not a *big deal* if you catch my drift. Someone’s a little excited about his performance it seems, but it’s nothing a mop can’t fix. Ah, maybe you can give him a pad when the day comes so he doesn’t leak through his tutu!”

Rose shrieked with laughter while I felt close to tears from the humiliation. Two weeks left until the recital.

---

“Hand me your laptop, please, I need to look something up,” I said.

Rose was staring at me from her bed, gnawing on her fingernails and not at all looking deranged. “Why? You can look it up on your phone.”

“The site’s a hassle to use on small screens. It’s quicker if I just use your laptop. Why are you hesitating? You don’t have anything to hide on there, do you?”

“N-No, of course not.” Heh, liar. “Fine, just… hurry up. What do you even need to do?”

I quickly opened the browser. “Oh I just need to get on… what was that website again? Ah whatever, I’ll just google it.”

“NO!” But Rose was too late. I knew she was bad about clearing her search history. A laundry list of her search terms opened up.

“What’s this? ‘Perv gets kneed in the balls at club’? ‘Skateboard Epic Fail Compilation NUTSHOT Edition – REAL damage (not fake)’? My girlfriend’s now so horny that she’s falling for clickbait, huh?”

“Nooo, that’s private! Give it back!” Rose unsuccessfully tried to pry her laptop back but I had longer arms, I could hold it out of her reach. So all her struggling accomplished was rubbing her boobs against my chest. “I had to look those up for… for research! I’m writing a paper!”

“Uh-huh, suuure. Is that also why you had to look up ‘Top Ten Anime Ballbusts’? Wait… ‘Female vet snips balls off of horses’? That’s a little extreme, even for you, don’t you think?”

My girlfriend sank in on herself and hugged her knees, stewing in her embarrassment. “I’m soooorryyyy… I was just so horny…” she blubbered into her pajamas. “I just- It’s not fair! Your balls are right there and I can’t, I can’t even slaaahaahaap them!” I had never seen her like this. Rose had always been in control, with a cheeky laugh on her lips and a hand ready to smack a pair of balls around. Even on my first day at Bealluc academy pretending to be Amanda’s mook, she was confident, relying on no one but herself. I actually felt a little bad, seeing her like this, so I wrapped my arms around her and rubbed my head against hers.

“I know, I know. Just one more week of holding back and then you can bust my balls all you like. They’re going to be all yours. No one’s ever going to keep my balls from you ever again.”

She calmed down a bit, wiping her face against my arm. “Just ball, probably. You’ll have Emily dancing on your nuts and I’m pretty sure she weighs more than me. With how injured your nut is, it’s going to go *splat*.” We both laughed, knowing that this threat to my manhood just made us both even hornier.

Just one more week until the recital.

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