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All fiction. All Adults. Character limits are a bitch, so this is mostly setup.
Day 4 - Part 1 Though it had frequently felt as if the night would never end, Jared was finding that the only time slower than being in pain was time spent waiting for pain.
Friday was exhausting purely for there being nothing but waiting. He had no meetings and no work to pretend to do. He was sore and horny after she'd teased him relentlessly before going to work.
She had stroked his dick while talking about which videos had been her favourites. Which actresses and dommes she was most turned on by. Which dudes had the toughest balls and what methods of torture she was most excited to try.
The only emotional vectors that matched the intensity of his fear and arousal were the degrees to which he felt accepted and embraced in his least sociality acceptable perversion.
It was a fascinating headspace to inhabit. Dream like but over cranked. He couldn't sit still or distract himself. Every space in the house was now a potential stage for his glorious ruination. There was nowhere he could look that wasn't reflecting false futures back at him.
She was usually home before 6pm but it was nearly 7. He thought about texting but could never decide what it was he hoped to achieve by doing so. All he could do was wait.
The waiting ended abruptly. Two women with raucous energy and armfuls of diverse shopping bags crashing the stagnant miasma of his long solitude. Clamouring shoes on hard kitchen floors. A cacophony of glass on glass as bottles made their way to the table. Giggles and exhortations as sex shop boxes were torn open.
“Hi honey!” Emma called out once the haul was appropriately accounted for. “Did you miss me?” Hurrying over to put her hands behind his head and pull him into a passionate kiss as she ground her hips against his crotch.
“You remember Chrissy? Chrissy Jared, Jared Chrissy.” She made the motions as they looked at each other across the room.
Jared felt incredibly awkward. They'd chatted once a few months ago. At the time he'd avoided forming any opinion about how attractive she was for fear of appearing to be a creep. Now she was explicitly here to brutalise his balls and she looked obviously gorgeous.
“Hi Chrissy. I remember. Big Firefly fan. We put Paradise lost on the Jukebox.” Jared tried to be normal about things.
Chrissy seemed utterly in her element fussing with Emma, but engaging with Jared she seemed nervous.
“You guys singing Say Just Words together was so cute.” Emma cut in to break the silence.
“Looks like you two had a productive day.” Jared said as he gestured to the various boxes and bottles.
“Right! We took the afternoon off work to go shopping. Wanted to make sure we had everything we needed for tonight.” She looked thrilled.
Jared found himself looking past Emma towards the table at the boxes. Trying to interpret some of the partially visible objects.
“Nuh uh uerr!” Emma pipped up, pulling his face to hers. “No peaking.”
“Chrissy, would you be a dear and take the boxes upstairs? Maybe take a bottle of wine as well.”
“Absolutely Miss P.” Chrissy responded cheerily.
“She calls me Miss P. Makes me feel like an old biddie. She's only 4 years younger than me for Christ sake.” she said quietly.
“The years matter more when you're so young.”
“Go easy on her alright?” Emma said with concern.
“What do you mean?” Jared was so confused.
“She's terrified that you'll hate her for this. She loves the idea so much but she doesn't know you like I do. So you know, just let her know that you're enjoying yourself, okay?”
That he would need to reassure his assailants of their righteousness struck Jared with the force of revelation. It was so obvious. This was a deeply strange thing for someone to do. It wasn't just outside the boundaries of social engagement, it was in ludicrous opposition to the most basic principles of participation in society.
“Of course dear, I'll do my best. We wouldn't want anyone to go easy on me would we?” He tried to make it jokey.
“Look, she’s always wanted to do this properly. She’s terrible with boys and this is a big deal for her okay?”
Both the idea that such a hot girl was terrible with boys and that there were women out there waiting for their chance to bust balls caused Jared some difficulties. He was so used to his own fantasies and the pornography catering to them. Busting balls was something women got paid to do in videos, it wasn’t something they pined for between bad dates. Or was it?
“Well congratulations on finding a creature more mystical than a Unicorn.” Jared joked although he felt a little bad about it.
“Hush yourself.” Playfully hitting him in the chest. A leer curling at her lips at the implication of violent potential. “Now, we're going to go upstairs, game plan, have some wine, maybe play dress up.”
“Game plan?” Jared asked.
“Well, yes. Got to make the most of you don't we?” She kissed his cheek, patted his balls gently and turned to head up the stairs. Making sure to wiggle her ass as she did.
“You might as well be naked by the time we come back down.” She called out loudly from half way up the stairs.
Jared was back to waiting. The time available was unknowable. But he guessed this was his last chance to eat so he made a quick sandwich. After that he tidied up some bottles but he was rapidly running out of things that weren't stripping naked.
So he stripped. Better to strip without prying eyes he wagered. Although he felt terribly unsexy about it. Alone in a living room, naked and flaccid, waiting to be abused. The absurdity of it was working against his capacity to conceptualise what was going to happen sexually.
He could hear them upstairs. Sometimes riotous laughter. Sometimes the clomp of a strutted stomp on carpet. Sometimes the clink of stem to glass. The tonal pattern of quiet mumble from Emma and enthusiastic agreement from Chrissy.
Maybe this was the appropriate time for a change of heart? Nobody could blame a guy for having cold feet about a thing like this, could they?
In the final examination he understood it didn't matter what anyone else thought. Life was about living with yourself. For whatever reason, he wasn't going to spend the rest of his life not knowing.
Footsteps clarified everything for him. By the time he could see their knees the thought of backing out seemed utterly alien to him. ‘What kind of a maniac’ territory.
The ladies were stunning. They had coordinated their outfits to play the parts of light and dark. Emma looked half way to a cosplay of the White queen. White bodice pushing up her ample bosom, matching garter belt and stockings into a pair of elegant white heels. The criss cross of lines and lace about her hips demanding his eyes to scour every inch.
Chrissy was no less spectacular. Most striking were the knee high leather boots hugging her long legs; glinting in the light all the way down to their pointed toes. Floating just below her waist was the hem of her leather skirt. Beyond that was midriff for days before the strappy leather brassiere that barely restrained her pale cleavage.
They each had arm fulls of stuff which slightly detracted from their fantasy figures.
“Ahh there you are.” Emma announced with a slightly tipsy smile. “Glad to see you've dressed for the occasion.”
Jared stood up from the sofa and put his hands over his exposed genitals out of some vestigial sense of obligation to decorum.
“Now before I get the toys out I think we should probably have a little chat.”
Jared was taken by surprise, of all the times for a casual chat.
“Sit down.” She gestured toward the middle of the sofa.
After Jared sat the two ladies took their places either side of him. Flanked by the better angels of his testicular demise. Boxed in by boobs. Death by sex in every direction.
Chrissy was smiling at him. It was a kind of goofy, nervous smile, but she was obviously excited.
“How do you like our outfits?” Emma asked.
“Uhh, wow, you both look incredible. Just absolutely spectacular.” Jared gushed, the softest question he'd gotten in days.
“Really? You think so?” Chrissy asked, looking about herself as if she was a bin fire.
“Of course, you're both gorgeous.” Jared was bewildered by her hesitation.
“Glad you think so. Chrissy was worried that she wouldn't be hot enough to be the kind of girl you see in the videos.” Emma offered in explanation.
“You showed Chrissy the videos?” Jared asked as he turned to Emma.
“No no, Miss P didn't do anything. I started watching the Varla videos on X a few years ago. She always looked so alive.” Chrissy interjected protectively.
It had never occurred to Jared that this beautiful young woman might have come to the topic of ballbusting out of self motivated interest. Mistress Varla was a ballbusting legend who had been sharing her back catalogue on twitter. Chrissy clearly had great taste.
“Oh, Okay, I follow Varla, she’s awesome.” Jared was so surprised that this was a line of commonality he could share with this young woman.
“Yeah, she’s so beautiful and powerful. The guys always do anything for her. I didn’t think I..” she trailed off mid sentence.
Jared looked at Emma with his jaw slack to find her eyes revelling in his realisation. This wasn't a terrified newbie pressed into action. This was a passionate enthusiast getting their big shot.
“Chrissy, I promise, you are every bit as hot as any woman in any video I’ve ever seen.” It was a bizarre thing to say to a near stranger, but it felt necessary.
“Aww, that’s so sweet, thank you.” She looked genuinely made up by the compliment.
“Now that we're on the same page, Jared, could you let Chrissy know how you feel about her kicking you repeatedly in the balls.” Emma said with a hint of impatience.
For whatever reason it was the word ‘repeatedly’ that stuck in Jared's craw a little. Did he have to explicitly invite such an open ended engagement?
“Uhh yeah of course. Uh Chrissy, I feel great about you kicking me in the balls. I hope you have a lot of fun doing it.”
Chrissy looked delighted. A smile that looked almost teary.
“That’s SO good to hear. I was so nervous you'd.. I don't know, I was just super anxious. It's not every day your cool co-worker invites you to brutalise her boyfriend, ya know?”
“Yeah it's definitely unusual. But regardless of what's about to happen, I definitely feel like the lucky one here.” Jared couldn't believe he said it. Emma laughed beside him. Chrissy beamed.
“I promise I'll give you my best!” She said it emphatically, Christ what had he gotten himself into. Chrissy raised her arms mechanically and it took a beat for Jared to recognise this as an invitation to hug but as soon as his eyes flashed understanding she roughly smushed him into her chest, mashing him into her leather clad boobs.
Emma stood up. Grabbed some things from a bag.
“Now first things first, I got this for your balls, come here.” She motioned him to stand and he did.
She had a small black object in her hands. She knelt down in front of him and took his balls in hand.
“This should make them a more consistent target.” She said as she slipped the tight rubber ring around his balls sack. “And it's rubber so it shouldn't hurt our feet or hands.”
“Heaven forbid.” Jared tried his hand at humour but Emma just rolled her eyes.
The ring was pulling his balls further away from the shelter of their natural environment and made them feel like they had nowhere to run.
“Chrissy, can you grab the cuffs. If you put the cuffs on I'll start the ropes on the table.”
“Sure thing Miss P. Ankles and wrists just like you said.” Chrissy chimed in helpfully.
Holding out his arms so she could apply cuffs to each wrist fine enough, but as this gorgeous girl knelt down in front of his erect penis to cuff his ankles Jared felt extremely self conscious.
“I know we haven't started yet but is it okay if I take a shot right now?” She was looking up at him from her knees, his line of sight passed his dick through to her cleavage.
“Uhh, yeah, of course..” Jared wished he sounded less pathetic but she was clearly thrilled.
She made sure her knees were in line, squared her shoulders and planned the arc of her fist a few times. Pausing to look up at him and give him a big smile before breaking eye contact and launching her well executed strike. Powering through a clean line from her shoulder to his tightly bound nuts, turning her torso at the hips to ensure proper transfer of weight.
Jared's consciousness exploded with pain. For as much as it had been telegraphed and expected the actual event shocked him to his core. How had this slender woman put so much power into it? Why wasn't it a warm up shot?
He buckled at the waist and almost fell over into her. She put her arms up to support and helped him keel over to the side. Jared was hardly aware of his loud groans.
“You were right Miss P. He makes great noises” Chrissy said as if reporting findings.
Jared was trying to curl up into a ball but Chrissy wasn't keen on that. He could feel her hands pressing their way into the spaces he was trying to hide.
“Relax, don't worry, I just want to have a looksi.” Jared relaxed his full body flex, allowed himself to unfurl. Her hand reaching in and coming up with his balls.
“Are they sore?” She asked with attractive glee in her eyes and painful force in her finger tips.
“Bah uhmm yeh, uhuh, they're very sore!” Jared stammered through the choking pain of it.
Chrissy seemed to be ignoring him and focusing entirely on his balls.
“So what if I..” muttered quietly to herself before she started smashing the open palm of her right hand into his balls over and over again.
Jared squealed in pain. A yowling mewel of anguish as his tender orbs were roughly mashed.
“Sounds like you two are having fun. Emma called out from near the kitchen table. “I think these ropes are ready.”
“Having lots of fun Miss P!” Chrissy straight up shouted to cover the sound of her continuing to mash her palm into his nuts.
Chrissy stood up, holding onto his balls until it was no longer practical. Looking down on his prone position on the floor from the majestic height of her boots.
She looked over to Emma and raised a boot in the air. Jared couldn't see what was communicated but the next thing he felt was the boot heel plant firmly onto his chest where it instantly began to grind into his pectoral muscle. The hard, sharp heel quickly compressing the skin and sinew into the bones and gristle of his chest.
She looked down at him, passed her milky thigh and the shiny patent black boots and to his twisted face and his panting between pips and squeaks of pain.
As Jared gazed up at her he recognised how relaxed she’d become. Her giggling nerves replaced by a sincere commitment to exploring the limits of her cruelty. She was in the zone and it gave him significant cause to be nervous.
Suddenly Emma joined Chrissy in looming over him.
“Looks like quite a predicament you're in there lover. Maybe you should thank Chrissy for showing you her boots and ask if she's ready to tie you to the table.” Emma kept it deadpan as Chrissy continued to drill her weight into the sharp heel.
Jared was looking up from the floor. Eyes screwed in pain. The two gorgeous women looking down at him, savouring his plight.
“Argh, urgh, thank you for showing me your boots. Urgh, they're really very special.” Jared grunted as Chrissy modulated the weight applied through her heel.
“Oh that's okay. They look great on you too.” Chrissy responded with a wink and one last dig into his sensitive breast bone before stepping off.
Jared got off the floor before his prone position gave them any more ideas but as he approached the kitchen table he realised this was a frying pan to fire kind of night.
It was an old and heavy table with a cutlery drawer on the underside. It looked like Emma had done serious work on the ropes. She gestured for Jared to stand at the end where the drawer opened and he did.
Wordlessly, Emma and Chrissy each took one of his legs, crouched beside him and tied the rope tight to a cuff around his ankle. The table was more than shoulder width wide and held his legs very open. Emma then took his right arm and started pulling it towards the corner in line at the other end.
Jared had to bend himself over the table to accommodate this and once he had Chrissy started to do the same with his left hand. He wasn't close to reaching the actual legs of the table like this, which is why Emma had left long loops of rope to bridge the gap. Once the ropes were attached she went around and tightened each until Jared was ratcheted flat across the table's expanse.
He started to test his bonds. He wasn't going anywhere. He felt awfully exposed, feeling his balls dangling in the vast void between his splayed legs. But he realised that in extremis he could pull his thighs together somewhat to close the gap. It wouldn't be sustainable but it might save him in a pinch.
Emma had other ideas though.
“You see I thought about that. I saw it in a bunch of videos where the ankles are tied.” She had walked around besides his hip. “That's why I thought about this table.” At which point she reached for the drawer and started pulling it open.
Jared resisted at first, not wanting to be dragged into deeper waters, but the look in her eye told him resistance was futile. He relaxed his body and allowed the drawer to push his hips back. Initially this just took up some slack in his posture, but she kept going until his hips were substantially further back than his feet. The angle got so steep that he thought he was going to fall, but his weight was supported by his wrists anchored at the opposite end.
This resulted in him being stretched taut; his body forming two sides of a triangle. Where his legs and back had been at 90 degrees to one another, the imposition of the drawer now made it closer to 45. There was no give anywhere. He couldn’t shift his weight or close his legs. The drawer had robbed him of every iota of slack he’d expected and left him more vulnerable than he dreamed possible.
“Now, isn't that just pretty as a picture” Emma was clearly speaking to Chrissy who seemed to be vibrating with excitement on the other side of him. “Hand me that would you?”
Jared didn't know exactly what ‘that’ was but soon realised that it was for holding the drawer open as she jammed it into the corner.
Jared wasn't just vulnerable but also locked in a deep stress position. His calves, thighs and hips all burned in support of this ludicrous postural ask. Moreover, his balls were no longer even between his splayed thighs. Just two orbs suspended, objects in space, divorced of any protection.
Emma moved up and lowered her head sideways against the table to look him in the eye.
“Now, I was thinking we'd play a little game. Actually I've got quite a few game ideas, but first it's a game of guess who.” Emma said and Chrissy snorted somewhere behind Jared. He could feel the material of her boots just grazing the hair on his balls as she lined up practice swings.
Jared wanted to speak, to have some banter, to show a little humanity. But in this position, locked into this fate, he felt more like a piece of meat and they don't speak.
“You have to guess who is responsible for each kick. And I'd like you to call out a pain rating from 1 to 10. I figured that would give us some internal competition.” The look in her eyes was terrifying. Excitement, conviction and just a hint of sadistic kid with an ant farm.
Jared just tried to breathe through the stress of his position. The pull on his arms. The slight burning in his thighs and calves.
“Look at me.” Emma wanted his full attention. “Can you give me clear confirmation that you understand the rules and are happy to play the game?”
Jared did recognise this was his ticket out, he just wasn't very interested in getting out. He was too deep by far.
“How do I win?” Jared said with a smile.
Emma beamed with happiness and maybe a little pride.
“You're always winning honey.” With that she slipped over a blindfold and his world went dark.