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It happened by accident.
College student Sebastian was lying in his bed, chatting with a girl named “Amber” about their mutual love of ballbusting and how fortuitous it was that they lived in the same city. They had met each on FetLife two weeks earlier.
Since that time, they had discussed their fantasies and shared nude pics back and forth, but always from the neck down, never sharing any face pics. Consequently, Sebastian did not know that the smoking hot ballbuster from FetLife was not just in the same city, but in the same house.
Across the hallway from Sebastian’s bedroom, his sister Danielle was lying in bed, cell phone in hand. She had always thought that the name “Amber” was sexy. That’s why she chose it when she signed up for FetLife in Grad School.
Living in a small town, she did not want to use her real name on FetLife, nor show her face. Her worst nightmare was someone recognizing her in public and word would get around about her unusual fetish, marring her good girl image.
Unfortunately for Danielle, she simply didn’t know that the college guy sending her pics of his chiseled abs, thick erection, and veiny, low hanging balls was her little brother, Sebastian. He went by the name “Bash My Balls” on the website, and it never occurred to her that “Bash” was a play on words for “Sebastian.”
And it’s not like she would recognize him from his cock, either. That would be weird. Nor did he recognize her from the erotic pics she sent him of her tits or her pussy.
And thus, on a random summer Tuesday, Danielle and Sebastian—“Amber” and “Bash My Balls”—were about to make a terrible mistake without ever realizing it.
Amber: “I wish I was beating your balls right now. Like brutally beating them so you feel it for days.”
Bash My Balls: “You’re making me so hard rn. I wish you were here stomping them rn for real.”
Amber: “Funny you should say that. We’ve been chatting a couple weeks now. You look pretty hot and seem kinda normal … ish. Lol. So can I bust your balls IRL? Think you could handle it?”
“Yes, goddess,” he said, addressing her the way she had told him to.
Amber: “I know a rest stop with a glory hole. I’ve used it several times to bust other guys. Meet me there tonight? It has to be anonymous though. I don’t want to show my face or anything.”
Bash My Balls: “Tell me more, goddess? Like, how would this work?”
Amber: “I’ll get there first and then send you the address. Then you come in, put your cock and balls through the hole, and I’ll ballbust you. But I only want to bust you. I’m not gonna suck you or fuck you. I don’t want any STD’s or anything. Not saying you have any. I’m just saying, I’m only looking to bust balls. What do you think?”
Bash thought about it. It was half past midnight and he had Organic Chemistry at 9 a.m. He knew he should probably just jerk off and go to bed, but he didn’t want to. He’d been fantasizing about something like this forever.
He looked down at his thick, pulsating cock. He tried to imagine what it would feel like to get ballbusted in real life. He knew his balls could take a beating because he beat them often, striking them with a wooden spoon, a meat tenderizer, or even just his fist.
A rest stop sounded pretty sketchy, though. What if someone walked in to use the bathroom in the middle of it? Or what if Amber had just been catfishing him the whole time and nobody would even be at the rest stop?
Amber: “Still there? Did I scare you off? Did you fall asleep? Lol.”
Bash My Balls: “Sorry, I’m here. I was just … thinking.”
Amber: “Okay…”
Sebastian didn’t want her to change her mind. For all he knew, she might just instantly block him if she thought he was all talk. So, he quickly decided it was worth the risk.
Bash My Balls: “Fuck it. I’m down, goddess. Let’s do it.”
Amber: “Yay! I will head there now. I’ll send you the address when I’m ready for you.”
Bash My Balls: “I’m so excited for this, goddess. You don’t even know.”
She responded with a smiley face emoji, him the drooling face emoji. And then he waited.
Danielle put on a tank top, a skirt, and On Cloud sneakers, then quietly opened her bedroom door and tiptoed out of the house. She was an adult, sure, but she didn’t want to have to explain to her parents or her little brother where she was going at midnight on a Tuesday. She started up her red Mazda3 and drove to the same rest stop where she had busted dozens of college boy balls.
From Sebastian’s perspective, minutes passed that felt like hours before his phone finally buzzed. Amber had messaged him on the app.
“I’m ready for you. Here’s the address. I’ll be in the last stall in the men’s bathroom. Go to the 2nd to last stall, drop your pants, put your cock and balls through the glory hole. Okay?”
Bash My Balls: “Okay. On my way, goddess.”
Amber: “Just a reminder. This is CBT only, I’m not blowing you or jerking you or anything. I do have pepper spray if you give me any problems, lol.”
Bash My Balls: “I just want to be busted. I promise I won’t be a problem for you, goddess.”
He dressed simply for the occasion, pulling on a pair of baggy jeans, a boxy t-shirt, and Nike slides. He figured he could skip any underwear because it just didn’t seem necessary.
He opened his bedroom door and tiptoed out just like his sister. Despite being an adult, he still didn’t want his parents or sister seeing him leaving the house at midnight on a Tuesday. He didn’t notice the lack of a red Mazda in the driveway as he drove off in his black Tacoma.
Ten minutes later, he arrived at the truck stop, which was virtually abandoned not only because it was a small town in the middle of nowhere, but also because it was only a state road and not a major highway.
He parked his truck next to a Chevy Suburban and figured it was must be Amber’s. Thanks to the size of the Suburban, he couldn’t see there was a red Mazda on the other side of it, nor did he know that the Suburban’s owner was actually in the women’s restroom at the moment, having a bout of illness in the middle of a cross country road trip.
He hesitated after turning off his truck. His Apple Watch said his heart rate was 160 beats per minute. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He tried to think about all the pictures and messages Amber had sent him, because maybe being horny would override being afraid. He was right.
Danielle attached her iPhone to the wall using an articulated suction cup mount and ensured it was properly angled to capture a high quality video of both her and the glory hole. Then she waited. She was just starting to think that her guy wasn’t going to show when she heard the door of the stall next to hers open and then close.
She looked down and saw his feet under the wall that separated his stall from hers. He was facing her. He had nice toes, as far as toes go, she thought. He wore black Nike slides, the same kind her little brother sometimes wore. Through the hole, she could see his jeans. She went ahead and hit the record button on her phone. Her videos made her good money on OnlyFans. All she had to do was blur out her face to conceal her identity.
Sebastian unbuckled and unzipped, then he took a deep breath and let his baggy jeans fall to the floor. Sure, the floor was dirty, but he could wash the jeans later. He wasn’t worried about that right now. He stepped forward and put his cock and low hanging balls through the glory hole.
For a moment, nothing happened. The anticipation was killing him. What if it wasn’t Amber on the other side? Then he felt it: small, soft hands grasping his big, veiny balls. It startled him.
“So,” Danielle said. “You had the balls to show up.”
Her voice seemed so familiar to him, but he wasn’t sure why.
“I did,” he said, deepening his voice to try to sound sexier, more masculine. “They’re all yours, goddess.”
“That’s right,” Danielle said, squeezing and kneading her brother’s orbs.
“Fuck,” Sebastian whispered.
His sister’s fingers were really starting to hurt him. His own fingers curled over the top of the dividing wall. Anybody else would already be on their knees from how hard she was squeezing, but Sebastian held stoically onto the wall, rested his forehead against it, and moaned.
“You like that, bro?” she asked ironically.
“Yes, goddess,” he said, enthralled by the undivided attention his balls were getting.
“Good,” Danielle said. “Here come some slaps and backhands for your cock and balls, and I am not going to go easy on you.”
“Yes, goddess,” he said again.
She raised her right arm, actually twisting her whole body, and backhanded her brother’s cock. It slapped loudly against the wall and bounced off of it. He let out a long groan. It stung like hell.
She raised her left arm and backhanded it the other way. He could feel blood rushing to his penis, lengthening it. She raised her right hand and brutally slapped his low hangers. He cried out in pain. She slapped them again, harder.
He could feel his penis rising, stiffening. She backhanded it, making it slap loudly against the wall. The harder he became, the more it hurt. She watched it rapidly grow from just a few inches to over eight and a half.
It went on and on like that. Her legs were spread just beyond shoulder width to maximize balance and generate power. Every slap and backhand either devastated his balls or made his stiff cock bounce off the wall. She could hear him gasping and moaning just as he could hear her breathing hard from the exertion of beating his genitals without mercy.
Her hands were beginning to sting, so she decided to give them a rest. She reached over the stall, placing her fingers on top of her brother’s fingers, and bumped her right knee against his balls. He let out a long, agonized groan. She bumped her knee on them again.
“Ahh, fuuuck,” he said.
“Does that hurt your balls, bro?” she asked, bumping her knee into them again and again.
“Yes, goddess,” he said. His body was shining with sweat now, precum leaking from the meatus of his glans.
“Good,” she said. “You’re lucky I even let you keep them. I have a sharp knife over here. I could just snip them right off. You wouldn’t even know it was coming.”
“Yes, goddess,” he said. “They belong to you.”
“I’m gonna kick them,” she said. A statement, not a question.
“Oh, fuck,” he muttered under his breath, not sure that he could handle kicks. God, her voice seemed so familiar.
Kick was a bit of a misnomer. What she really meant was stomp, as in stomp them against the wall.
She took a step back, raised her leg, and slammed her brother’s balls against the wall with the heel of her sneaker. He shrieked in pain. She raised her leg and stomped them again, harder, shaking the dividing wall.
She stepped back and swung her leg through the air, kicking his hard-on as hard as she could from underneath. It was a solid hit. His erection slapped hard against the wall and bounced off of it. She kicked it again, then stomped his balls against the wall.
He was screaming in pain when he wasn’t gritting his teeth. She kicked his cock and stomped his balls repeatedly. He never knew which one was coming next.
He could feel an unstoppable pressure building inside of him. With stomps like that, it was like she couldn’t care less whether she destroyed his balls, and the fact that she didn’t care just made him so incredibly horny.
“Tell me to break your balls,” she demanded.
“Please break them, goddess,” he said in a voice that trembled.
She slammed her heel into them, knocking a loose screw out of the dividing wall. “Break what?”
“Please break my balls, goddess,” he said, and he was so, so close now.
“Fine,” she said.
She grabbed his cock, squeezing it tight, and punched his balls as hard as she could, multiple times.
“Ohhh, fuuuck,” he cried, as she punched his balls to the point of orgasm.
His cum blasted all over her, rope after rope. She wasn’t mad about it. She kept punching, knowing the video would make her a killing on her OnlyFans.
Sebastian pushed away from the wall, his bruised cock sliding through her hand, his swollen balls plopping back into his own stall. Pain was radiating upwards from his groin.
“Oh my god,” he said, still twitching from the most amazing orgasm he had ever had. “Oh fuuuck.”
“You emptied your stupid little balls all over my top,” Danielle said.
“I’m sorry, goddess,” he said. “I’ll buy you ten new ones to make up for it.”
“You’re damn right you will,” she said. “Now get out of here quickly if you ever want to have this experience with me again. I’m done with you for now.”
He pulled up his jeans and ran from the bathroom without even zipping up. Danielle turned to face her iPhone because she knew her followers would want to see her top.
“Look at this,” she said to the camera. “It looks like three men nutted on me. But it was only one. I guess he had a really big load in those busted balls. Now remember to send me a big, fat tip if you want to see more videos like this.”
She stopped recording and disconnected her wall mount. About ten minutes later, she parked her red Mazda in her parents’ driveway. As she walked around her little brother’s pickup truck, she was too busy wiping his cum off of her top to notice that his 4-cylinder engine was still ticking. She could feel her phone buzzing non-stop. Her little college boy, with his bruised cock and his busted balls, was already blowing up her phone again.