The garage ballbusting part 2

A couple weeks after that first night my balls were finally back to normal, no more soreness when I sat down or walked too fast. I kept thinking about it though – not in some crazy obsessive way, just replaying bits of it when I was alone. The way she didn’t make a big show out of it, how quiet it got except for my breathing and the sounds. I didn’t text her about it right away, felt weird bringing it up.

Then one Thursday she messaged out of nowhere:

“late shift tomorrow. come by around 11 if you want. same as last time”

I showed up. Garage was the same – dim, oil smell, that one buzzing light. She was wiping her hands on a rag when I walked in. Didn’t say hi or anything, just nodded and locked the door.

This time she didn’t tell me to strip right away. We stood there awkward for a second, then she kind of half-smiled and went “you good?” I nodded, said yeah. She stepped closer, reached down and gave my balls a light squeeze through my shorts – more curious than anything. I twitched.

“Take them off.”

I did. Stood there again, feeling that same mix of dumb and turned on. She started with slaps like before – a few quick ones, not too hard. Made me jump a little each time. Then she had me lean back against the workbench so my ass was on the edge, legs apart, feet flat on the floor. Easier to stay upright that way.

She kicked maybe three or four times – slower than last time, like she was paying attention to how each one landed. Toe of the boot, not full swing. Every hit sent that same dull wave up into my gut. I was breathing loud through my mouth, hands gripping the edge of the bench. Didn’t say much, just little grunts when it landed solid.

After a bit she knelt down, looked at my balls up close. They were already pink and starting to puff up. She touched them gently first – just fingertips, rolling them a little – then wrapped her whole hand around and squeezed. Not crushing, just firm and steady. Held it while she stroked me with the other hand. Got me close pretty quick, then eased off the squeeze so I didn’t cum yet. Did that a couple times. My legs were shaking more than before.

Then she stood up, kicked again – a little harder this time. One of them really caught me underneath and I made this choked noise, bent forward. She put a hand on my chest to keep me from folding all the way. Waited till I straightened up, then did another. Fewer kicks this time, but they felt heavier somehow.

She had me sit fully on the workbench after that, legs spread wide. Stood right in front of me and pressed the sole of her boot down slow – not stomping, just leaning in until my balls were flattened against the metal. Held it there for a few seconds. Hurt in this deep, stretching way. I was leaking onto my own thigh, breathing ragged. She watched my face the whole time, didn’t say anything sexy, just kept the pressure steady.

Then she started stroking again while pressing with her foot. Slow jerks at first, then faster. When I started getting really close she squeezed with her hand around the base of my sack – not brutal, just tight enough to make everything sharper. Said quietly, “whenever you’re ready.”

I came pretty much right after that. Not yelling or anything dramatic – just this long, shuddering one where my whole body tensed and then went loose. Shot on my stomach, some dripped down. Felt like it lasted forever. She kept her foot there lightly through most of it, then eased off.

After, she grabbed the same wet-rag routine – cold water, gentle presses, checking if it was too much. We didn’t talk a ton. I just sat there catching my breath, she leaned against the bench next to me for a minute. My balls were tender again, probably gonna ache tomorrow, but it didn’t feel bad.

She finally said “you’re kinda quiet tonight.” I laughed a little, said yeah, still processing the first time I guess. She nodded like that made sense, then kissed me once – quick, normal – before I pulled my shorts back on.