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All fiction, all adults. Most of the action is in the next part but that one scene is too long for a Reddit post all by itself.
Day 1 “So what do you think? You think I'm disgusting don't you?” Jared asked his girlfriend of 8 months with trepidation.
They'd just finished watching the 3rd of three short clips he'd carefully selected. Three of his favourite ballbusting videos. He'd tried to pick the most fun, least fetishy videos in his porn folder.
Emma, a cute blonde with a round face and curvy features, giggled.
“No sweetie I think you're crazy, but I still love you.” She sounded sincere.
Jared felt an incredible sense of relief. All the weight lifted off him. He couldn't believe he'd had the courage to actually ask her and here she was smiling at him.
“Question is, what do you want me to do about it? Huh?” She postured up as she spoke. Pulling back her shoulders to give her tits more focus.
She was wearing a pajama top stretched thin by her breasts and blue cotton panties.
“Uhh, wow, uhm. Is it something you want to do? I don't want to pressure you at all..”
This was going so well that Jared hadn't really planned for it. He hadn't dreamed she'd be this cool about his wild fetish.
“Don't be silly. I'm an adult, you showed me something that turns you on. I want to be a part of that. Besides, looks like you might be the one under pressure.” Her voice became enmeshed with smiles and laughter as she flipped his concern of social pressure into a threat of physical pain.
Jared was spinning in a dream world now. Had his girlfriend just casually threatened to stomp on his nuts? This was incredible. He felt like the luckiest guy in the world.
“You're right, of course. And thank you, for being so understanding. Uhh, well do you want to try it right now?” Jared was nervous but she was obviously keen.
“Hell yeah, come on babe, take your pants off.”
As Jared stood up from the bed he realised that he was fully erect, his dick making a tent poll for his pants. He pulled down his pants and then his briefs, letting his dick catch in the waist band so it sprung back up to bounce in the air.
Emma got comfy on the bed. Moving a little closer to the edge and laying down on her side. She reached out her arm and started stroking his dick and balls lightly. Trailing her fingers down the shaft and sack.
Jared was transfixed, staring down her cleavage. He couldn't believe this was really going to happen.
From her slightly awkward position she threw a slow, lazy jab with her left arm into his balls. It landed cleanly and Jared flinched from fear of it. But it was a pure warm up shot, no heat or force behind it.
“Was that too hard?” Surprise in her voice.
“No, no. I'm just nervous is all. You can definitely hit me harder than that.” Jared countered quickly. The last thing he wanted was for her to be put off.
“Great!”
She quickly made herself upright. Her legs dangling over the side of the bed. She used her hands to position his hips so that his thighs were on either side of her knees and his junk was right in front of her chest.
The position forced Jared to bow his knees slightly which put strain on his thighs, but the vulnerability of her keeping his legs open was so damn sexy to him.
She started groping him again. Running her hands around his balls and letting them slip through her fingers. The pleasure and anticipation was driving Jared wild.
Suddenly on one of her drive-by fondles she'd grabbed his balls at the base in her left hand and brought a powerful right hand down from above her shoulder, slamming her fist into the squishy sack.
It was so much harder than the first shot and Jared gasped before buckling at the waist. His face coming mere centimeters from hers and their eyes locking. In Jared’s was a mix of excitement, fear and pain. Emma's eyes, as he perceived them, were like a raging fire. Goddam she looked hot.
She tugged with her left hand on his still captive balls which had the effect of straightening him out before her right fist came slamming back down again.
He was more prepared this time. He still gasped but didn't buckle. All that meant was she didn't have to stop and punches 3, 4 and 5 quickly followed.
This was a rubber meets road moment for Jared. He'd fantasied about this for as long as he could remember. He'd been hit down there a few times. But the experiencing of the compounding pain of repeated hits was entirely new to him. The way soreness amplified sensitivity wasn't a surprise intellectually, but the raw explosions of pain cascading through him were beyond anything he'd imagined.
He collapsed into her. His legs onto her knees, his head onto her shoulder. She was still holding his balls and they were being partially crushed between her knees and his pelvis.
“Oh poor baby. Was that too hard?” Her voice caked in baby talk tones.
Jared was trying to compose himself. Trying to get right. Get his head in the game. This was the moment he'd been waiting for. He couldn't tap out now.
“Urgh, no, no. That was.. that was incredible. Oh my god they're still being crushed, they're so sore, you wouldn't believe how much it hurts!” Jared babbled into her shoulder, consoling himself by looking down at her tits.
“Mmm yes, I can feel them on my knee. They're so warm and squishy!” She turned her head and kissed the side of his face.
“Question is, do you want me to let go of these balls so that you can fuck my brains out, or do you want me to hit them some more now that they're really sore?” She had a big smile on her face before she was done talking.
Jared couldn't believe how quickly Emma had gotten into the swing of things. He was so sore already, he didn't know how much more he could take but the promise of sex was making him brave.
“Oh Jeez Em, they're killing me already. But yeah, it would be super hot.”
With her right hand she pushed him back up to a full standing position. She was quite a vision to him. Eyes alive with fire. Full lips in a beaming smile. Heaving cleavage. And her hand wrapped possessively around his balls.
“I'm sorry I'm not sure what you're asking for.” She bit the finger tip of her right index finger to drive home her tease. “What is it you're asking me to do?”
Jared was frozen. The turn in his girlfriend from cute, girl next door to tease queen of ballbusting had thrown him for a loop.
“Uhh, I'd like you to keep punching my sore balls.” For as much as Jared had fantasised about a moment exactly like this the words still felt alien coming out of his mouth. The duality of what was happening gave rise to a deep existential dread.
Yes, this was hotter than the sun. Yes, this was exactly what he wanted. But those were also the most sensitive parts of his body. They played an important role in his functionality as a human being. Their survival was a necessary precondition of any dream of procreation he might harbour.
If he was conveying this dread in anyway, it wasn't putting Emma off. If anything she seemed to be drinking it in.
“Well, if you insist.”
Slam. Slam. Splat. SLAM.
Jared had no idea how many shots she got in before he keeled over. He counted the first 4 but after that reality was a blur of pain and survival imperatives. The primal parts of his brain demanding flight in response to this fight going so badly wrong.
Mercifully, she did release his balls as he wrenched himself backwards to the floor. He curled up into a ball as the pain throbbed deep in his core. It was overwhelming. An all encompassing sensation of weakness. His vulnerability was inescapable.
The first sense of anything other than the pain was her foot trailing toes across his leg. Dragging the edge of her toe nail across his skin.
“How ya doing down there?” Her voice was pure nonchalance.
Jared groaned as he dug deep for enough composure to engage with the concept of communication.
“Yeah, I'm doing okay. It hurts a lot but I'm okay” He croaked the words. Earnestly unsure if he'd been lying. He desperately didn't want to discourage her, but also felt she should know how bad it hurt.
“You want any more?!” She bounced herself on the edge of the bed as she spoke, giddy with glee.
It felt like a moment of inflection for Jared. In his heart of hearts he did want more. He wanted it to be too much. But he also didn't want to push himself into a place where this stopped being fun.
“I'm sorry babe, I think I might be done for now.” Shame welling up in his face as he admitted defeat.
“Oh, that's okay honey.” She tried to hide it but there was obvious disappointment in her voice. “Here, let me make it better.”
She slid off the bed and over to his prone position. Placing her hands on him with reassuring gentleness and getting him to relax his posture.
“It's okay. I'm not going to hurt them. You said you were done. I just want to make sure they're okay.” Her voice with all soothing sweetness and it made his soul ache to fuck her.
He unfurled himself so that she had access to his crotch. Felt her fingers feel around his tender orbs.
“I think they're fine actually.” As she continued to explore. “All smooth and whole. No swelling.” Sounding extremely pleased with herself. “Your nuts are more resilient than you think!” Grinning at him maniacally.
“Uhh yeah, that's good I guess. Glad I'm not damaged. They're just so sore right now.”
“Of course baby. You did so well. Did you have fun?” There was just a hint of nervousness in her voice.
Jared looked up at his beautiful girlfriend looming over him. Tenderly cradling his nuts in her hands. Her full bosom proudly hanging over his head. It was an incredible sight and he loved both it and her.
“Of course I did darling. Thank you so..”
“Good!” She cut him off. “Because it made me SO horny. I can see that your dick might need some recovery time, but would you mind if I sat on your face?”
Jared couldn't believe his ears. He adored eating her pussy but she'd never sat on his face. The idea instantly excited him.
“Absolutely, I'd love..”
Before he could finish she'd swung her leg over his head. Landing with his nose buried in her panty clad sex. The first thing he realised was just how wet she was. She had completely soaked through her panties and was practically dripping.
She hitched herself up a little and pulled the thin fabric of her underwear to one side before dropping her weight back onto his face where he was fully submerged in her wet sex.
With his nose completely buried he had to shuffle his mouth awkwardly to breathe but quickly got to work with his tongue. He was shocked at how quick she was to intense arousal. Often times he had to slowly get her worked up with his tongue over 5 or 10 minutes, but she was lustily groaning and gushing with moans within seconds.
As he licked harder to match her intensity she responded by grinding into him and squeezing her thighs around his head. Living in the pocket dimension of her crotch was like a dream world for Jared. Her thighs were muting the volume of her pleasure but the cries drove him no less wild.
He could feel his once pain stunned dick lurch back to life as the layers of scent and sound and sensation overwhelmed him with arousal. Soon he felt her grip his dick in her hand and squeeze.
Jared was just about managing to breathe but it kept getting wetter and more difficult, yet the frenzy of it demanded he keep going. Gulping down her sexual juices and eating all the pussy he could.
When she came it felt cataclysmic. World shattering. Between the sound of her screams, the fierce clench of her thighs and epic dick squeeze he pondered if he would survive. But soon the aftermath came and her body relented its various grasps.
She collapsed forwards onto him and they laid entwined like that for some time. Eventually they picked themselves off the floor and got back to going to bed.
Day 2 When Jared woke up the first thing he saw was Emma. Not sleeping besides him but wide awake. Her left elbow was on the pillow and her head resting in her hand. Next came the sensation, her right hand was playing with his balls.
“Good morning lover boy.” She cooed. “How's it feeling down there?”
Jared was struggling to comprehend what he was seeing and feeling. This was not a normal way to wake up.
“Oh, yeah, I mean they're still a little sore. But they feel okay.”
“That's great. How would you feel about a little morning busting?” Her eyes were shining and she looked incredible. It was near impossible for Jared to contemplate saying no but surely this was a little soon.
“Uhh, I don't know. They're still pretty sore from last night. Don't you think they should recover a bit.”
“Oh, okay.” She said, doing little to hide her disappointment. “It's just in the video you showed me it seemed like them being sore and extra tender was like a bonus.” She made a compelling case.
Jared found himself shocked that she'd engaged so thoroughly with the videos. But he knew all too well that in the 2nd clip he'd put on the woman had gushed about how sore his balls were before going to town on them with renewed vigor. It was one of his favourites after all.
“Well yeah, like, yeah it's about the pain it causes and how vulnerable that makes me. So yeah when they're so sore to begin with, that's more pain and more vulnerability. So it's like extra hot and extra intense.” Jared said the words but couldn't quite believe it. 24 hours ago he was terrified to even let her know about this.
“So, don't you want to try that now that they're a little sore?” As she spoke she sprung up from lying on her side so that she was now kneeling beside him. Her knees parted right next to his head. His gaze drawn to her naked pussy.
“You're right and I do want to try. Please don't think I don't want to. I'm so thrilled you're into it. It's just.. it's just scary is all. It's really painful.”
She stroked his hair affectionately.
“That makes total sense and you don't have to worry. How about this. How about I sit on your face while I punch them and if it gets too much for you just tap my thigh to let me know.” She jiggled her tits as she delivered her proposition.
Jared was so confused. He was trying to find the logic in what she'd said. How did her idea make it less scary? Wasn't he going to be more vulnerable and open to abuse with her straddling and pinning him down? But god good was it hot to think about.
“I would love for you to sit on my face and punch me in the balls.” When it came to saying the words a sense of profound calm washed over him. Regardless of anything else he knew he didn't want to miss out on this.
“Yay!” She exclaimed and she bounced her knees on the bed and began moving herself into position.
She was less wet and worked up this time and Jared was able to calmly get to work on his slow clitoral stimulation. He was thoroughly enjoying himself as she relaxed her weight down into his tongue, feeling her flesh consume him as she groaned softly.
First he felt the ring of her fingers around the base of his balls and then the slapping slam of her balled fist descend into the meat of them.
This was a more measured shot than last night, less frenzied. A solid connection but not a vicious one. However the tenderness amplified the pain of it greatly. It wasn't the deep, ruinous pain from last night. More like a sharp little explosion inside each orb. There and gone again.
He let out a little grunt that interrupted his tongue, but Emma seemed to enjoy the vibrations and she dropped her fist again. The same languid, half hearted, but clean, connection. The same micro explosion of pain and the same grunt into her delighted pussy.
“You know a girl could get used to this.” She declared without any expectation of replay. Just dropping her fist again.
She settled into something of a rhythm like this. Working her fist drops into her hip grind. Jared did something similar as he adapted his licking to accommodate his grunting.
This was fantastic, he thought. Smothered in pussy, getting his balls beat, his fantastic girlfriend bringing herself to orgasm from his suffering. He was high on the hog. But then she started to hit harder.
The increased intensity arrived with a fresh burst of moisture. As if her sadism and arousal were in perfect sync. And of course, Jared was now making louder, more forceful grunts inside her.
The pain was quickly becoming too much for him. It was hitting his panic buttons now. His body and brain were screaming at him to do something to get them out of this position. Eons of hard earned survival instinct begging him to find a way out.
As the blows continued to rain down and her sexual frenzy continued to rise in her riding of him, he considered tapping out. She'd told him to do it, he rationalised. It was part of the deal, but she was so close to orgasm. He felt like he'd have been a massive jerk to demand she pull back from that now.
But then it got worse. As her chorus of cries and grunts reached a new plateau of pleasure she amped up the violence of her punching. Jared realised that he was now continuously crying and screaming into her. He was still flashing his tongue as best he could but all nuance and thoughtfulness was gone, he was just trying to please her with his desperation.
It occurred to him that this was now a much worse beating than he'd taken last night. She'd been hitting him continuously for minutes on end. The only gaps in the schedule of fist into balls being the moments she was too consumed with pleasure to put it together.
Jared felt like he had to tap out. Every fibre of his being was telling him it was now or never. Balls were sensitive and painful for a reason, they're not supposed to be treated like this. Maybe they'd never recover. But she was so close to cumming and it was such a beautiful moment to be a part of that he just couldn’t bring himself to calling time on it.
All he could do, was tongue through the screaming. Try to save himself with her pleasure.
Again she erupted in an epic climax although this time with his balls in her death grip. It was like the beating had built up a well of pain inside him and now she was pumping that pain all through his body as she gripped.
When she came to enough to move she slid off to the side and gave his sex drenched face a big kiss.
“Oh sweetie, that was fantastic, thank you. Hope you're not too hurt down there.” She paused, considering her words. “Well, hope I didn't do any damage. I'll check you out when I get back but right now I gotta shower for work.”
It occurred to Jared that he'd have to at least start pretending to work sometime soon. But he could sign in on his phone and cradle his nuts in bed for a while.
Other than being sore and horny the day was pretty uneventful. He thought about jacking off to how hot it had all been but without Emma around that felt a little wrong. Like, they were her orgasms, she'd done the work.
When Emma got home she insisted on thoroughly checking his balls over and was satisfied that they were fine. This time there was some slight swelling in the sack. But nothing rose to the level of lumpy and the orbs themselves were still pristine.
It was actually pretty shocking to Jared how fine they seemed to be. Yeah they hurt, but he couldn't claim they were harmed at all.
He was a little on edge as they watched TV that evening. What if she wanted to bust him some more? What if the new degree of tenderness needed to be explored with more violence? He was hard as a rock thinking about it, but Emma didn't bring it up.
When they got to bed however she was a torrent of sexuality. Like she'd spent the day waiting to get her pussy on his dick. Jared was sadly too horny to do much good on the first go around but he reloaded quickly and she took full advantage. It was the best sex they'd ever had.
Day 3 That incredible sex continued into the morning. She'd given his nuts a sharp little squeeze to rouse him and kept squeezing until his dick reached full attention. He could get used to this.
She had showered and gone to work and he had laid in bed masturbating until the first meeting of the day.
At about 3pm he got a text from Emma.
“I can't stop thinking about hurting you! xxxx”
Jared felt his dick stir even though it should have been utterly spent.
“You're incredible. I'm so happy I shared this with you. You're making my dreams come true.”
“You know in the third video you showed me how there were two women kicking him? Would you be up for me inviting a friend to join us?”
For maybe the 5th time in 48 hours Jared felt as if his reality was completely unbelievable. And it was all happening so fast. On the one hand, why rush. On the other, why wait?
“That's so fucking sexy babe. I'm a little worried about bringing anyone else into our new hobby, but if it's something you want to do then I'm all yours.”
Jared thought about his choice of words after hitting send. It occurred to him that he hadn't exactly struck the balanced, cautious tone he was looking for. “I'm all yours” made it sound a lot like she could do whatever she wanted.
When she got home that evening she was ravenous. No TV on the sofa, she wanted his dick, tongue and balls and not necessarily in that order.
He swore this beating was worse than ever. Or maybe it was just because he was so sore to begin with. He started to wonder if his balls would ever not be sore again.
“So, you remember Chrissy right?”
In the fugue state of post violent coitus Jared could only mumble in the response.
“Ugh?”
“You met a few months ago at the work thing I took you to? She works in marketing. Kind of gothy?”
In a flash the memory of overtly paled skin and black lipstick came into focus. She had been an awkward nerd whose hotness he had done everything in his perceptual power to ignore.
“Uhh yeah. I think I remember her. Why?” He asked the question but he had a good idea where this was going.
“Well she's super up for it. She says she's free Friday night and she'd love to fuck you up.” Emma was almost grunting with excitement as she spoke.
The urgency was disorienting to Jared. She'd already talked to a coworker about this? Jared wasn't sure how he felt about Emma telling people about his super personal kinks. But once more, on the other hand, it was super hot that her hot goth friend wanted to kick him in the nuts.
“Friday night? That's tomorrow?” Jared said with fright in his voice. His sore nuts demanding that he not agree to further brutalising.
“Yeah uhuh. Oh my god Jared it's going to be so good. Can you imagine how hot we'll look together? All that tits and ass jiggling around as we punt you in the nuts!” Her eyes were wild. Raw passion in her voice.
Intellectually, Jared knew he had to make a stand. This was getting out of hand. Emma was going too far too fast and he was the one at risk of serious damage. But emotionally there was absolutely no way he was going to tell her “no” in any definitive terms. Not with her talking like that. Not with those eyes drilling into him.
“It does sound really sexy, but my balls are so sore right now, you just went to absolute town on them. I don't know how much use I'll be to you tomorrow.” Jared tried to reason with her.
“Right, but isn't that perfect? Like it you're going to get two girls to kick your balls into oblivion, don't you want to do it with sore balls going in.” Her logic was simply more advanced
Jared visibly gulped and Emma visibly enjoyed watching it.
“It's just.. I don't know. It's just kind of scary. Like really hot sounding, but also really worrying, ya know?”
Jared couldn't bring himself to speak of the elephant in his personal room. He couldn't just say that he was terrified his balls would be broken beyond repair. He was trying to communicate that fear with his eyes but she just looked increasingly aroused.
“Awe baybee. I'm just as invested in keeping your stuff working as you are. No one will be watching your balls as closely for damage as I am.” as she spoke she pulled his head towards her breasts and warped her arms around him in a cuddle.
Jared found himself pleasantly buried in bosom. The air was a little hard to come by. He could just about get a lungful through a small gap around his nostril. None the less it was a delightful place to be.
Jared relaxed a bit. She had been very keen to check him for damage and they were having more sex than ever. This had been incredibly good for him in a lot of ways. He peeled away from her chest to speak.
“You're right. I know you've been looking out for me. And I know this way my idea. I'm sorry for being crazy.”
Jared couldn't believe he was apologising, but he did feel bad for putting any obstacles in the way of her enthusiasm.
“Oh sweetie please, don't apologise. You being scared is completely reasonable and, may I add, insanely hot. I just want you to be scared for the right reasons.” as she spoke she coiled her fingers around his tender orbs.
As the fear crept back into his perceptual landscape Jared began to ponder if he had unwittingly unleashed a monster. He knew he wasn't quite in the realm of uttering incantations from the book of the dead, but he couldn't rule the horror genre out entirely.
She tightened her grip ever so slightly.
“So, are you beginning to regret showing me those videos?” She asked with a lust for pain bursting from her eyes.
Jared knew he had complicated feelings about showing her those videos. But he also knew that none of those came close to regret.
“I regret nothing dear.” He knew there was no way saying that wasn't inviting a tighter grip, so he leaned into the smugness of it.
“Oh yeah?” She tightened her grip and he groaned.
“Well.. maybe I'd have picked different videos.” He croaked out through the rising pain.
She started squeezing for real, bringing her thigh up to supplement her hand in the compression action. Jared curled up slightly, bringing his head close to hers in a low groan of pain.
“Don't worry darling.” She brought her lips close to whisper. “I've watched them all now.”