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

*Contains: rupture threat/castration talk, guy enjoying ballbusting, chastity, sph, public humiliation*

*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/), [Part 7 - 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1q3wy18/making_the_girls_of_bealluc_academy_bust_my_balls/)


“How the hell did she manage to make a student’s ballet performance a sellout?” I gasped, shrinking back from my spot behind the curtain.

“Don’t worry, you’ll do just fine, I just know it,” Rose said.

I gave her a nervous chuckle. “Well yeah, I’m basically just standing there getting my nuts worked over…”

“And you’ll be the greatest, most hilarious guy to ever get racked in a ballet tutu. Seriously! Just spread your legs and give the girls a show. Come on, you can’t tell me the thought of a hundred women paying money just to see you get blasted in the nuts doesn’t excite you.”

“Well, when you put it like that…”

At that moment, Momo interrupted us, dressed in a neon-pink leather jacket with spikes. This girl really was an affront to the senses but it kind of worked with her loudmouthed attitude. “Hey numbnuts, Emily sent me.”

“To do what?” Rose asked.

“Glad you asked. It’s this right here,” Momo answered and smashed her plateau boots into my poor, unsuspecting nuts! The hard tip of her boot pinned both of my balls against my own body, crushing my nuggets flat. Coughing, my hands snapped onto my crotch and I fell.

“AGH! F-fuck… w-why…”

“Emily says we need to make sure your bollocks are proper swollen. She needs ‘em big enough to dance on, so there,” Momo answered and slammed another kick past my hands and into my nuts. This time, her heavy boots smushed my nuts into the floor and then rolled them along, not just busting them but twisting them around in my sack. “Tell me, are you feeling this?”

“GAH! YES I FUCKING- ugh, you got them both really good…”

“Great, grahaha! Uhh, hey I know I just kicked your boyfriend’s little hangers but why are *you* hunched over,” Momo asked Rose.

“O-oh, just cr- ngh, just cramps!” I could see my girlfriend’s deep blush, dilated pupils and heavy breathing. She wasn’t in pain, she was on the verge of cumming her brains out! But apparently that wasn’t so obvious to Momo, who just shrugged.

“Maybe you hang around together too much. Whoever heard of a girl having sympathy cramps for watching a guy get his jollies jumbled. Anyway, I’m not the only one helping, so…” Momo took her boot off my nuts and I sighed in relief.

But my respite was short-lived as someone knelt next to me. I was a tad preoccupied with controlling my breathing so I didn’t cough up my nuts, so forgive me if I only stared at the newcomer’s toned thighs, deliciously wrapped in tight, black leggings. They were really a sight for sore nuts, so I might have missed what was being said… but long story short, a karate chop that could split wood suddenly smashed into my balls lying on the hard floor. I know, right? I was just as surprised!

“Kin Geri kata! Walnut splitter, hyah!”

Yumi’s small but firm hand split my unsuspecting nutsack horizontally. She held it there, squishing my balls into the ground. A fresh wave of terrible nut ache exploded in my crotch, and for a moment I wondered if she genuinely had split both of my balls down the middle.

I felt myself cry out, my mouth ripping open and my lungs pushing out air, but any sound I could produce must have been too high to hear. Apparently, busting a guy’s balls super hard can turn him into a dog whistle.

Slowly, my cries became audible while I hugged my poor balls, almost like a tea kettle simmering down.

“Gahaha, good one, Yumi! I always knew you were a natural-born ballbuster,” Momo guffawed.

“T-thanks, even my mum has come around on me hitting boys down there in karate matches because I keep winning every match against boys with it. A-and that is only because I got to train so much with a real pair, so I wanted to help out as much as I can…” she mumbled while she poked and prodded my balls.

“Please tell- guh, please tell me those fights were recorded,” my girlfriend said while drooling only a little bit.

“Uh, uhm, yes! M-my mum records all my fights so I can study what I did wrong, w-we can… uhm, we can watch it together. O-only if you want, of course!”

“Hey ball boy, isn’t it almost time for you to get out there?” Momo said and pointed towards the stage. “Look, the ‘princess’ is doing her ‘I don’t wanna be engaged’ dance. Time for you to head onto the stage and bring your balls into the mix, ghaha!”

Damn, Momo was actually right. I had memorized the performance from start to finish. I was meant to be out and walking towards Emily in seconds. No matter how I just wanted to curl up and hold my balls, I needed to deliver. Time to have Emily dancing on my sack.

Groaning, I got up off the floor and breathed in. I checked myself over one last time. My balls had actually swollen nicely thanks to the girls, the tight spandex now stretching tightly over a prominent round shape between my legs. I was ready.

Before I could go, Rose hugged me from behind. Her hand, unsurprisingly, went between my legs and gently cupped my balls. “Knock ‘em dead, babe. You certainly got the stones for it.” She pecked me on the cheek and then sent me on my way with a slap on my butt.

“Good luck,” Yumi said.

“Break a nut!” Momo cheered. And then I was pushed onto the stage, in front of hundreds of eyes, in skin-tight spandex. Though the only pair of eyes I noticed were Emily’s.

She wore a dress that was part angel, part whore. Her tits were elegantly hugged by white feathers and silver fabric, but right beneath them her dress looked as if it had been ripped apart, exposing her toned stomach and a cute little navel. The rip plunged through red and black fabric towards the inside of her thigh, accentuating her plump little mound. Her outfit was completed by stockings and a whorish skirt that didn't even deserve the name. It was just a finger or so of scarlet frills wrapped around her hips that didn't cover anything.

Emily turned her head and fixed me with a disgusted stare that could make the hardest dick shrivel. It was all part of the ballet I knew, but at that moment I felt a fraction of what those boys who had dared ask her out experienced: with a single stare, Emily crushed my male ego as if she had taken a sledgehammer to my nuts. She was a queen, a goddess, and how dare I project my icky maleness towards her, how could I insult her with any sexual thoughts of her? I felt like nutting myself to atone for my sin and let me tell you, as big of a ballbusting fiend as I was, selfbusting was not my thing. If I wasn’t getting my balls beaten by cute girls, what was the point? But Emily made me feel like it was the only way to atone.

But that was all just in my mind, of course. Right now, the point was that I stood on the stage, frozen, my balls plump and easily visible in my tight, pink spandex suit. And then the music swelled and Emily suddenly darted towards me.

With every fanfare of the music, Emily gave a little twirl while throwing her legs up, yet her upper body stood completely still in the air. I couldn’t even see the slightest bounce of her tits, so perfectly in control of her momentum she was. Pirouetting in tune with the music, she got closer and closer, a stunning display of grace and control – until the tip of her ballet shoes slammed into the front of my nuts. I wasn’t a kick, no, her leg was perfectly straight before she hurt them. She was practically shoving the hard tip of her shoes into my nuts from the front while floating in the air. It felt like a bolt gun to my balls.

“Eeeeek!” Luckily, my screeching was covered by another rise in the song, as if it was timed perfectly to drown out my nut pain. Unfortunately for my balls, Emily still kept twirling, each time jackhammering the tips of her feet into my sack.

*Splat! Splat! Splat! Splat!*

Each hit was a brutal hammering of my nuts, a pinpoint strike that hit like a truck. I was in hellish pain and I loved it.

Before I could fold and curl up on the ground in a pathetic puddle, Emily gave me one quick shove to the chest that made me fall onto my back instead. And she was already dancing on, stepping over me but not without ringing my bells another time. This time, her foot slammed into my nutsack from below, both of my balls getting launched by her instep. And no matter how hard her kicks had been before, this one busted my balls worse than all the strikes before *combined*. Emily’s ballet shoes smashed into the sensitive back of my testicles. The explosion of pain in my most sensitive spot didn’t just paralyse me, it rebooted my entire nervous system.

Lying on my back like a turtle whose nuts have been caught in a trap, I heard it: the first incredulous whispers, the muted giggles as the girls in the audience realized what they had just seen Emily do to my testicles. “Oh my god, did she just hit him in the-” “Oof, right in that big ol’ beanbag!” “Was that an accident? That poor boy has to be in so much pain, it’s not like it is with us girls…” “Kick them again! Scramble those eggs!”

Emily danced around me, a whirlwind of twirling arms and pirouettes as she danced towards the final moment of the performance. I was sweating, gritting my teeth because of the intense agony my balls were already in before the pièce de résistance of the performance: Emily jumping onto my nuts. I wasn’t sure if they would endure.

“What is she doing now? Is she getting ready to jump?”

“Oooh, look how spread apart his legs are, do you think she’s landing on *that* part?”

Emily stared right at my nuts and for the first time, I saw her *smiling*, which was both arousing and terrifying. Then she ran towards me, gracefully jumping in the air – for a split second, the stretched fabric of her outfit allowed me a peek at the delicate curves of her camel toe pressing against the spandex – and then she landed tip-toe right on my nuts.

I could feel the hard tip of her ballet shoes crunching down my testicles, crushing them flat against the hard floor. The music cut out just in time to let every woman in the audience hear my unmanly screaming, which made them laugh. Of course they laughed, they couldn’t possibly imagine what brutality was being done to my testicles. Even as Emily had found her balance and was standing tip-toe on my balls, I could feel them get crushed further and further down as I felt my nuts begin losing the fight against her feet.

Little tremors ran through my testicles, up their poor inflamed spermatic cords and into my brain where they made me screech my head off. I didn’t know how long my balls had left but I was sure I could feel them get destroyed a little more each second.

And while I was screaming, Emily raised her arms above herself and began slowly turning on the spot by tippytoeing on my balls. Each time she raised one foot was a blessing for one of my testicles while the other was plunged into hell, having to support and endure all of Emily’s weight all by itself. And I assure you, testicles aren’t made to be stood on.

I couldn’t take it any more, I wanted to push Emily off of my balls. Except I couldn’t. Each time she thrust the tip of her shoes into my nuts, waves of nauseating nut ache exploded in my crotch and paralysed me. Me and my nuts were completely at Emily’s mercy. Her feet decided if I were to keep my balls or not, and that realization made me raise a white flag for her in my pants.

I didn’t cum, no, but it was as if my body surrendered to her and, cock wizard that she was, let her crush a few spurts of backed-up, infertile semen out of my balls.

With my cum seeping into the condom Rose had made wisely wear under my cage, Emily finished her balls-pirouette to thunderous applause. I could see she was breathing heavy, sweat pouring down her porcelain face. Still standing on my testicles, she bowed down, putting even more pressure on my gonads. And then the curtains fell and I was free, free at long last. Or I would be, **if Emily wasn’t still standing on my balls!**

“Oh my gosh, that was beautiful! Congratulations, Em!” Yumi cried as she ran onto the stage to hug her friend. Who, of course, welcomed her.

“Thank you, that was-” Emily began before I interrupted her. I know, a bit rude, but I could literally feel my balls breaking apart under the weight of Emily and Yumi combined!

“MYYY BAAAAALLS!”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize Emily was still standing on your goolies,” Yumi said and extricated herself from Emily’s arms. The ice queen herself looked a bit reluctant to stop crushing said goolies, however. “Um, Em? The recital is over, you can… you can get off of his bits- gosh, they get really flat, don’t they?” Yumi marvelled. Emily just shifted her weight around, seemingly unsure if she should actually stop crushing my nuts.

“You did well enough, I suppose. For a boy,” a strict voice said off to the side, and suddenly Emily jumped off my balls with a guilty look on her face.

Miss Mimsy was walking onto the stage, scrutinizing the sight of my thoroughly flattened balls on the floor. She gave them a dismissive nudge with the tip of her shoe.

“What, don’t tell me you are surprised I helped the student council set this performance up. A princess choosing her own fate by dancing atop the manhood of her arranged fiancé? I couldn’t have written it better myself. Now, why don’t you get up and take a bow for the women in the crowd? They deserve to see your face clearly after witnessing you get your most vulnerable, intimate bits beat by a girl.”

“I’m sure our audience can separate art and artist, Miss Mimsy,” Emily said before turning to me. “That said, I would feel honoured to walk out with you again. They are still applauding out there, after all.”

She was right. I even heard a few women whoop and holler. “F-fine,” I stammered and began the arduous task of ignoring my balls long enough to stand up.

“Let me help you with that,” Miss Mimsy said and reached for my sack before I could stop her. She pulled my nuts back through my legs, where she kept an iron grip on them.

“I’m up! I’m up, PLEASE!”

“Splendid. Now through the curtain you go, boy. Don’t worry, I’ll be right behind you, keeping you in line,” Miss Mimsy said while her fingers dug into my balls.

“Uh, uhm-“ Another squeeze. “Guh, OK!” You power-tripping, man-hating hag. Not that I would ever say that to Miss Mimsy’s face. Augh, why do I feel her hand suddenly clamping down even harder on my balls?! Could she read minds or was she seriously cross that Emily had only *almost* popped my nuts?

It didn’t matter, as soon as Emily and I stepped out through the curtain, the applause swelled to a deafening volume.

Wow. Yeah, I didn’t expect that when I set out to have this girl bust my balls. Wait, where the hell did Emily get a microphone from?

“Thank you, thank you, everyone. I would like to thank a few people who have helped to make tonight’s performance a reality, including my male co-star who had to stand in on short notice. He had big breeches to fill but I think he did so admirably, given his shortcomings, wouldn’t you agree?”

Was that a dig at me? No, surely not. I decided to just bow to accept my applause – when I suddenly felt a sharp jab smack into my balls from behind. I yelped, my knees shaking. I barely managed to remain standing.

Looking back through my legs, I saw Miss Mimsy’s hand stretch my pink, spandex-clad ballbag as far as it would go. Then I heard a whirring and saw a streak blur into my balls. “OOOUUH!”

That bitch! Olivia had brought her cane with her and was now striking my nuts while I bowed to an audience of raucous women. She had to know how hot this was! But also painful, bloody hell. Again her cane smashed into my balls, the hard wood whipping into the backs of my gonads. Then again, and again, and again. Slowly, she beat my testicles into submission and I sank to the ground, whimpering. I must have looked like I was praying, and each beating of my nuts made me twitch in blissful agony.

“… as well as all the technical staff. Thank you and have a good evening!” While I felt the cane break what was left of my nuts after Emily was done with them, Emily herself gracefully bowed to even more applause and then she turned and walked back – and I was yanked back by my balls. Which sent a lance of pain through my gonads, as well as a wave of nausea. Groaning, I worked hard on not losing my lunch.

And then it was all over. Sure, I was lying on the floor holding my nuts, people cleared up around me and eventually left but when you’re in that haze of busted balls, all of that fades into the background. Soon, the backstage area was empty and dark except for the green emergency exit lights and the girl I loved sitting next to me, stroking my back and breathing heavily in repressed lust.

Eventually, Rose managed to get me up and change into my normal clothes. To my surprise, she never even had a go at my bruised ballbag when I was naked and it dangled enticingly right before her.

We stumbled out of the building and found a nice, quiet bench in a secluded park to sit on. It was cold but quite romantic, the bright lights of the city against the dark sky, my balls pulsating with pain and my girlfriend straddling me while she shuddered. Not because she was cold, but because of how painfully horny she was. And then it started to snow.

“It’ll be Christmas soon,” I whispered.

“Don’t you dare make a ‘jingle bells’ joke right now, it’ll probably make me cum,” Rose answered.

I chuckled. “Getting you off with a pun would be amazing, but no, that’s not what I meant. Your hands must be cold. Why don’t you warm them with my balls? I promise, the way they’ve been getting kicked around today, they’re extra warm right now.”

Rose smirked, but her grin was immediately wiped off her face when a thought crossed her mind. “Are they both- I mean, do you still have…”

“Feel for yourself, you horny minx.”

Unusually gently, Rose undid the button and zip of my jeans. Staring into my eyes with bated breath, her fingers slipped into my briefs, past my caged penis and wrapped protectively around my nutsack.

She shuddered and closed her eyes. She was genuinely seconds away from a long-awaited orgasm. When she opened her eyes again, she bit her lip. “She didn’t break one… oh my gosh, I can’t believe you still have both of them, I was so sure that Emily would hav-”

“How about an early Christmas gift?” I interrupted. I put my hands on her wrists and guided Rose to my left testicle. “What if I told you that I’ve been speaking with Dr. Madison after our appointment? She knows, knows about us and is ready for any emergency treatment.”

“Whu… what do you mean?”

“Take my left nut in your fingers. I’m giving it to you. You can pop it right now, Rose. You’ll get to feel a testicle break in your fingers. It’s all yours.”

My words hit her like a freight train and sent her over the edge. “Y-y-you ca-… can’t be seeerious- Oh, OH! Ffffuck, I’m… I’M CUMMING!”

“Merry Christmas,” I whispered while Rose was gushing through her panties and passionately kissed her.

**~The End~**