My first (involuntary) BB experience that somehow ended with me into ballbusting
Tina was annoyed. Despite the fact she had told Mark, her boyfriend of about 6 months, that she did not like strip clubs and did not want Mark in them, she had heard from a reliable source that a boys night out that Mark was part of had ended up in a titty bar. However, Tina was fairly levelheaded and knew her man would never cheat on her, so she was not furious, she was just irritated he went at all, and making it worse was the fact he had not told her.
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Around 1 o'clock in the morning Mark texted her to let her know he had gotten home safely, and asked her what she was doing-a thinly veiled attempt to get Tina to come to his house and have a little fun in the bedroom. Despite her irritation she freshened up, put on a cute black top that revealed a good amount of cleavage, touched up her makeup and headed over.
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Having been trusted with a key to Mark's house Tina let herself in when she arrived and found Mark already in bed, playing Grand Theft Auto while wearing only his boxers. Realizing that her man was unaware that she knew he had been in a topless bar she decided to put his honesty to the test.
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Mark had never expressed any interest in ballbusting before, and Tina had only been cruel enough to inflict pain on one man's balls in her life, she had kneed a classmate in the balls for slapping her butt when she was in high school. Although she had very little experience in this area, she quickly formulated a plan. She kissed Mark on the forehead in a loving manner and slid under the blankets with him.
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Mark continued playing his video game as Tina lovingly rubbed his upper thigh and saw the reaction as the front of his boxers rose. She gradually moved her hand up his thigh and underneath his boxer shorts and gently cradled his balls. She asked him how the night went and he absentmindedly told her it had been enjoyable, but most of his attention was still on his game.
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Tina playfully squeezed his balls lightly, causing him to flinch. She giggled at the reaction that was caused by a fairly light squeeze and asked him where they had gone. Mark listed a couple of sports bars and a cigar bar, conveniently omitting the titty bar they visited.
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"I don't think that's the whole story" said Tina, as she gave his genitals another light squeeze but maintained the pressure rather than immediately releasing them as she had done before. Mark was not in much pain, if any at all, but the grip she had on his nutsac had diverted his attention from Grand Theft Auto, and Tina now had his undivided attention. "Oh yeah, we went to a gentleman's club but it wasn't my idea. I was outvoted" explained Mark.
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Tina increased the pressure with which she was squeezing his balls and Mark began to squirm. "Why didn't you tell me that to begin with?" Tina inquired. Mark pleaded again that it wasn't his idea, while squirming, trying to subtly get his balls out of her grip because he could see she was angry but she was not releasing the grip she had, and she was beginning to enjoy the power.
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"How many lap dances did you get" she asked as she gradually increased the force of her grip which she could see was inducing panic from Mark as the pain was beginning to really set in, and he had gone from squirming to curling up his body a bit, trying to protect his manhood. "Just two, but I didn't ask for them, Joel paid for them and sent the girls over. What was I supposed to do?" was Mark's response, knowing that he had messed up, knowing that he was lying, and wondering what price he was fixing to pay.
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Tina went from irritated to furious and increased the force of her squeeze and now Mark was flopping like a fish out of water, filled with pain, fear, and a feeling of hopelessness because he couldn't think of a way out of this mess. The increased pressure on Mark's reproductive organs was intense enough that he started to fear they would pop and he begged her to let go.
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"I'll let go once you tell me everything" Tina yelled at him angrily, as she repositioned her grip so that one testicle was exposed and gave it a hard slap, causing Mark to howl in pain and try to roll away from her which only made matters worse as she did not move her hand with him, which stretched his scrotum and her nails dug into the skin.
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Rolling back towards her to try to relieve the pressure, she mounted him, sitting on his thighs with his balls still firmly in her hand. She liked this position as she could really look him in the eye and he seemed helpless in that position.
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"What do you want me to tell you?" Mark begged, the constant squeezing of his balls was becoming unbearable and his stomach had waves of pain coursing through them, the combination of the slap and the squeeze had turned this into a bad night. "Just tell me everything I need to know and this will end" Tina told him matter of factly, enjoying the power she was wielding.
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"What did you hear?" Mark inquired, and that was the wrong question to ask, as this told Tina there was some information that he was not revealing. It occurred to her that she had two hands, he had two balls, and she took a testicle in each hand and REALLY began squeezing. Mark was almost screaming for her to stop and when it became obvious that she was not going to, the secret he was hiding was revealed. "A dancer gave me a blow job in the car. Okay? I was drunk and didn't mean for it to happen. It just happened so fast".
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Tina's jaw dropped. Of all the possibilities that she considered, this was not one of them. She adjusted her grip with her left hand so that both of his balls were protruding from the top of the fist on her left hand, very similar to the way you hold a bouquet of flowers. With her right hand, she drew back and punched his manhood with all of the force that she could muster, and the primal groan of pain that emitted from Mark let her know that she had connected squarely.
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She released her grip and allowed Mark to roll over. He curled into the fetal position while alternating between making gagging sounds and moaning in pain while sounding like he was fighting back tears. She explained to him that the pain he was feeling was similar to the emotional pain that she was feeling. She thought Mark was "the one" but he had proven her wrong. She was ending the relationship.
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As Mark was laying curled up on the bed, desperately waiting for the pain to subside, she packed the belongings she had at his house. By the time her things were packed, Mark had recovered enough to get out of bed and plead for a second chance that would not be coming. "Walk me to my car at least, it's late" Tina ordered, and Mark was happy to oblige, hoping she would reconsider breaking up with him. At her car, Tina put her things in the back seat and opened her arms for the final goodbye hug. As they embraced, Mark started to kiss her neck, hoping to rekindle a sexual fire.
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The fact Mark would even try to get her back in bed after getting a blow job from a random stripper only a matter of hours ago only rekindled the fire of anger in Tina. She brought her knee back and slammed it into his groin as hard as she could, harder than she even thought possible. Mark's manhood was already throbbing from the interrogation he endured only moments ago, and the sledgehammer of a knee that she drove into his genitals served as a knockout punch. Mark collapsed onto the driveway, as Tina calmly got into her car and drove away, never looking back, never reconsidering her decision to dump Mark.