Our Friendships Turned Febrile II : The Social Contracts (Part 2)

Our Friendships Turned Febrile II : The Social Contracts (Part 2)

\-- Contains Heavy Non-Consensual Ballbusting --

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Lucas bounded forward like a wild dog, his brain firing one signal and one signal only. Zoey’s last kick had sent him into a pure manic state; he ran as if he was being chased.

“Hey, you! Stop!” Came a voice.

The girl in question gripped Lucas’s tank top, nearly ripping it off as he bounded past.

“Aria?” Lucas groaned, cupping his balls as the brunette slammed him against the wall.

The sheer force of her slam winded Lucas, his horrendous breath diffusing in the air. Aria scrunched her button nose, and squinted, her eyes teary. She slapped his face, bringing him to some sense.

“What the fuck did you do?” Aria gritted, pressing her chest into Lucas’s upper abdomen.

“Zoey crushed my balls.” Lucas moaned.

Aria bit her bottom lip. She gripped Lucas’s hand. Without a word, she led him down the hall, into one of the many girls' bathrooms,

“Aria, that’s the girl's bathroom.” Lucas moaned.

“Shut up.”

“I need to go to the nurse.” Lucas sobbed.

Aria and Lucas were already inside the fluorescent-lit room. Aria’s white heels clacked against the deep blue aquamarine tiles; she walked with pure conviction. Lucas couldn’t help stare at her mesmerizing tight ass, her silky, frilly fabric clinging to the slope like a free climber. Aria, with little effort, threw Lucas against the first light blue stall door. His brawny body shook the entire structure.

“Strip.” Aria bit, removing her amber ring from her slender finger. She popped her knuckles, waiting for Lucas to comply.

“Aria, this is the girl's bathroom, its school.” Lucas protested.

“What? Afraid someone is going to walk in?” Aria said. Lucas nodded. “Even better. If it’s a teacher or something, I’ll say you assaulted me.”

“Aria. I think they’re broken.” Lucas pleaded, trying to persuade Aria with his pathetic voice, appealing to her inner ethics.

“Lucas, I’ll say it one more time. Strip." Aria slammed her heel into one of the bathroom tiles, almost cracking it. “Don’t fuck with me today.”

Lucas stripped, taking his red tank top off first. Next, he removed his gym shorts and boxers, his red sack and circumcised penis on full display for Aria to ridicule. Aria Hale walked forward with one clear goal in mind. She scooped Lucas’s swelling sack, jiggling it around with her flat palm. With her other hand, she rolled up her white frilly sleeve. She lightly squeezed the pulsing orbs in her hand, watching the muscles in her forearm contract. Lucas moaned and groaned, a putrid stench leaving his parted lips.

“Looks like this pathetic thing is working.” Aria snorted, flicking the tip of Lucas’ erect 4-inch cock. “Not that I care.” Aria spat, her slobber lubing Lucas’s thin penis.

The jock shuddered, gradually his pain was being transmuted to pleasure, Aria’s sensual hand facilitating the change. Before he could savor it, his bliss was crushed out of him, Aria’s mood souring. The uptight teen tightened her grip to a traumatic level, Lucas’s poor testicles at the receiving end.

“Your testicles are fine. Don’t act like a little kid, got it?” Aria said, pulling.

Lucas lurched forward, being dragged by his nuts. Aria pressed his fuzzy scrotum against her bare thigh. Unconsciously, she licked her lips.

“Please Aria.” Lucas cried.

The jock's face was tomato red, eyes shut. He stretched his muscular arm out, hoping to find a helping hand. Instead, he found Aria’s breast. Instinctively, Lucas squeezed and pressed on it, his wide hand being consumed by Aria’s busty bosom. It was warm, but slightly damp. When Lucas opened his eyes, he could see it. Aria’s nipple was poking from the fabric, Lucas’s intrusive hand had shifted her blue bra out of the way. The stubby jock shot a clear glob of pre-cum onto Aria's thigh. He had completely forgotten he was in the girl’s bathroom; he gave into his lust, thrusting his skinless tip into Aria’s inviting thigh, anything to forget his pain.

“Lucas.” Aria whispered. The naked teen looked at the girl with his manhood in her hands. She was completely calm, all ill-intent absent in her face. “Do you remember what I told you about touching me?”

Lucas immediately removed his hand, but kept thrusting along her inner thigh. Aria undid one of her straining buttons running down her white top; she snatched his hand back, slipping it through the gap. Lucas’s cut cock sprayed clear liquid through Aria’s legs, adding to the glossy tiles polish. He could feel her hard nipple on his palm; his finger gripped the parabolic mound hanging from her pecs.

“Thank me.” Aria commanded.

“Thank you for letting me touch your tits, Aria.”

“Not for that you dumbfuck.” Aria spat. “Thank me for these.” She bit, squeezing Lucas’s bruised testicles.

“Thank you for my balls!” Lucas said, crying and heaving after every other word.

“You're so hopeless. If it weren't for me, Zoey would have probably taken these off. Thank me for training your balls.”

“Thank you for training my balls!”

Aria smiled down to Lucas’s twitching member. She readjusted her grip, tugging his testicles down to his mid-thigh.

“What happens next depends entirely on you. What happened to John?”

“John?” Lucas yelped, feeling his nut cords strain. “Zoey beat my balls before I could rough him up.”

Lucas did not give the correct answer. Aria sighed, removing Lucas’s hand from her round breast.

“Class is starting soon; I’ll finish this quick.” Aria gritted.

She slid her hand up Lucas’s sack, giving her undivided attention to his twitching member. His heavy orbs bounced several times before coming to a still rest at the bottom of his sack; his elongated spermatic cords effectively bungee cables. Aria rubbed Lucas’s glands between her thumb and index, massaging it until it was completely soaked in a clear pre-cum.

“Aria, I’m cumming.” Lucas groaned.

Aria increased her cadence, her two fingers at full speed by the time Lucas was cumming. Lucas was completely drained, all color gone from his face. Aria wiped her sticky hand over his tense abs; she took a step back.

“Go on Lucas, I want to see you stroke out the rest. I don’t want any of your seed to get on me while I do this.”

Lucas complied, widening his legs and aiming his penis to the floor. He stroked out several more globs of cum, wiping some of it from his dangling testicles. Aria couldn’t help but be impressed, and jealous. If what Lucas said was true, Zoey Bishop, the scrappy girl of King Willow High had been able to stretch out his sack without ripping them. On the other hand, the idea that she had been able to make his testicles descend lower than herself didn’t sit right. Thankfully, she knew just how to take out her anger.

“Finished.” Lucas grunted.

“You know what to do next.” Aria said, stretching her hands and fingers out.

Lucas interlocked his fingers with Aria’s, and spread his legs further, until his danglers were level with her upper thigh. Aria kneed Lucas, sending his sack slapping into his ass. Lucas groaned, a familiar nut-pain stabbing at his stomach.

“One.” Aria whispered, before sending her knee into his sack again. “Two.”

Lucas was barely standing, more than anything, Aria was preventing him from falling. She pulled him closer, thrusting her knee into his orbs with a light grunt. Lucas let out a soft wail, coming straight from his lungs.

“Three.” Aria said, her nose scrunching. “Lucas, your breath fucking stinks. Hold it." Lucas obeyed.

Aria, still annoyed, thrust her knee again, using considerably more force. While his loose sack slapped into his ass it was still enough to make him cry out.

“Hold your *fucking* breath!” Aria bit.

The brunette sent her knee up again, this time, lifting Lucas clean off the tile floor; his tortured testicles the only thing between Aria’s knee and John’s 200 pound plus body. When he landed, his knees turned to jelly. He fell backwards, slipping on his cum. His sweaty back stuck to the blue stall wall.

“Get away from the wall. No cheating.” Aria grunted, lifting him up by the arms. “We’re restarting, and you’re still not allowed to breath.”

Aria struck again, and again. Her smooth, yet hard knee violently veering into each of his individual testicles, never missing. On her third strike, Lucas was lifted again. The same happened on the fourth. Before Aria could launch the fifth knee of many, Lucas collapsed, his body leaning against one of the stalls.

“Please, give me a break, you’re breaking me.” Lucas moaned.

Aria didn’t care. If anything, his begs for mercy made her want to damage him more. Lucas had failed at the one task she had asked him to do, and for that, he couldn’t be forgiven.

“If you like that wall so much, put your hand on it, and show me your ass.” Aria commanded.

Lucas complied, unable to think of a world where he would outright defy Aria Hale. He turned and placed his hands on the stall, bending at his back until it was parallel with the sticky floor.

“No counting this time. Not until I’m satisfied. *Then*, I’ll start counting.”

Lucas closed his eyes, waiting for Aria to begin his punishment. The curvy high-schooler stamped her heel on the floor, before sending it into Lucas’s blue balls. He cried out, pain enveloping his entire body. His legs went numb, but still supported him, giving Aria another clean shot. The pointed tip of her white heel cleaving in-between his globe-like testicles. Aria shuddered as the feeling of his fuzzy sack tickle the top of her foot. She was absolutely disgusted, and intrigued at the same time. She sent her foot up again, awaiting Lucas’s precious reaction. He didn’t disappoint, droplets of salty tears mingling with his purged seed.

“You better not be breathing!” Aria laughed, knowing there was no way Lucas could reasonably do so.

Like the meathead he was, he obeyed, holding his breath as Aria sent another kick into his danglers. He passed out, the lack of oxygen and nut-pain too much for his mortal mind to handle. But still, he stood. Aria, realizing her plaything had passed, prepared her coup de grace. Her knee whizzed through the air, colliding with his aching nuts. His body left the ground before collapsing in a puddle of his own sticky cum. Aria couldn’t help but laugh.

Surprisingly flexible, Lucas’s chest was pressed against the female's stall, while his legs reached outwards to Aria. His hot, swollen, pulsating testicles lay flat against the blue tile floor. Aria admired her handiwork, feeling as if she had surpassed the damage Zoey had caused earlier. She tickled her moist pussy, lifting her frilly skirt up. She let out a light squeak, fingering her sweet spot through her panties.

Lucas awoke with a start, heaving against the blue stall door. He began to sob, feeling as though his testicles had truly been taken from him. Aria quickly reminded him that wasn’t the case. Her heels black sole slammed against his nuts, inflaming his agony. She jiggled it around, hoping to pin both of his testicles down at once. His slippery bits made it surprisingly hard; pushing Aria closer to the idea of piercing them with her heel tip for sport. Eventually though, she managed to pin them both down. With glee, she pressed down, feeling them squirm. To her dismay, once she bent over her knee to add more pressure, they popped out from under, sticking to the sides of Lucas’ thighs.

“Fuck.” Aria grunted; she continued to fish for his nuts.

“Aria, please! No more!” Lucas sobbed.

“Quiet.”

She repeated the process again, each time she pinned and added pressure, they would escape, begging for salvation.

“Having trouble there Aria? Try removing your heels, it’s much easier with skin to skin contact.”

Aria froze, giving Lucas a rare break.

“Yeah? What if I like it this way better, huh?”

“You also like small dicks it seems.” Emily chuckled.

The busty beauty was leaning against the far wall, her arms and legs crossed.

“Fuck off. At least I find boys that can take a little pressure.” As she said it, she successfully pinned Lucas’s testicles, bringing him insurmountable amounts of pain. “See? Look. It’s fine this way.” Mid-sentence, Lucas’ testicles slipped out again. “Fuck.”

“Oh? Boy’s that can take a little pressure? Whatever do you mean?” Emily giggled, walking closer to Aria.

Fully clothed in her coat and snow pants, her womanly figure remained concealed.

“It’s obvious to anyone with a brain. You crushed Ken Culver’s cock and balls to oblivion, did you not?”

“I can neither confirm nor deny.” Emily shrugged, her smile giving away the answer.

“Right. So, what brings you here? I didn’t see you around Zoey or John, did they catch onto you?”

“No. Not quite.” Emily said.

Aria studied her opponent's dainty expression, trying to sort it out. Content with just one of Lucas’s nuts, she pressed down, devoting most of her attention to Emily.

“No way. You got John?” Aria gasped; clearly jealous. “Why make your move now? You’ve known him for over a decade.”

“I could ask you something similar. Why are you going after John? Don’t think I don’t know, Zoey told me how your pet Lucas tried attacking him. I know you’re trying to get with him.”

“Bitch.” Aria said, spitting on Lucas’s back.

“Maybe.” Emily shrugged. “Point is, he’s mine. See?” Emily retrieved her phone, and showed Aria her haul.

“What the actual fuck.” Aria gasped.

“Now you’re really jealous.”

“When did you do it to him?”

“Last Friday; it was magical.”

Aria scoffed, shifting her weight again.

“It’s not like he’s going to last long with you, no guy does. Unlike you, I like to keep my pets.”

“You sure? Big old Lucas looks like his testicles are about to burst. Trust me, I know what that looks like.”

Aria took her heel off Lucas, allowing him to slip off silently. As much as she disliked Emily, Aria couldn’t deny her intuition.

“What makes you think John will be any different from someone like Ken?”

“He did so well, I’ll just have to preserve him. He took my 30% the first time we did it.”

“30?” Aria gasped, impressed.

Knowing what she knew of Emily, any tens of a percent was something to marvel at when in relation to her dominations. While Emily always concealed her perfect self to the school body, Aria knew what power was stored behind the confines of her padded clothes.

“I’m not going down without a fight. If you won’t let me have John, I’ll take John from you, or his testicles.”

“I would love to see you try, Aria.”

Both beauties stared each other down. While Emily was taller and more imposing, Aria hungry eyes outdid Emily’s softer, calmer irises. The tension was boiling over, filling the girl’s bathroom to the brim.

A toilet flushed, turning Em and Aria’s heads. A small dainty girl tapped the door to the closest stall, the one Lucas had been kicked, kneed, and squeezed against. Emily and Aria tracked her movements. It was Sara Fall or simply, the quiet one. Shorter than both Aria and Emily, the rest of her frame followed appropriately While her chest appeared flat, some angles of her would prove there was in fact some meat on her. The same went for her ass. When in school, she could always be seen with a frilly skirt, casual top, and red plaid scarf that contrasted her peachy blond hair. Her high white socks were always level with each other. Sara didn’t even look in their direction. Instead, she went to wash her hands.

Finished, Sara adjusted her circular lenses, squishing her smooth face with her petite palms. It was as if nothing startled or surprised her; not naked Lucas, or his brutalized nuts, or the cruel nature of Aria and Em’s discussion. She walked out without once looking at the three of them.

“That was odd.” Emily chuckled.

“Don’t change the subject!” Aria bit, remembering she should have been angry.

“I’m not changing anything.” Emily laughed.

“Like I said before, I’ll have John’s balls by the end of this.”

“And here I thought my last year of high school would be quiet.” Emily smiled.

“I will not afford you the luxury.” Aria bit.

“Please Aria, I welcome it.”

“I’ll be taking John’s balls, one way or another, Emily.”

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Second installment down! As always, I would really appreciate any feedback/criticism. This time around, I focused on progressing the narrative more than some of the other aspects. (eg. Ballbusting can be a little scarce at some parts) I do know when I read a ballbusting story I’m just interested in the pain and pleasure aspects, but I hope it was acceptable.

I also acknowledge that these stories can be very over the top. Both in plot, characters and extreme depictions of ballbusting. Hopefully my writing can somewhat suspend your disbelief. For the plot to play out, I kind of need to give them balls some plot armor, otherwise I would end up dumping chars every chapter.

As for the next chapter, I’m not quite sure which direction to start in, there are so many options... It will probably take longer this time around...

Anyways, I was also wondering how people would feel about me implementing other fetishes to add more flavor. Ballbusting will always be the forefront of my stories, but I wonder if anyone would be opposed to me incorporating other femdom practices. If anyone has anything they may particularly want to see, I’m all ears!

(P.S The fucking dashes I added at the top and bottom of my last posts triggers me so much whenever its minimized, but I’m committed)

Cheers!