Breaker Campus - Frosh Week - Part 1

Kelly and Sarah had a new best friend. After her nutting of that guy on the gymnasium floor, the girl, whose name they learned was Beth, had been transformed. She would replay it in her head and couldn't resist the urge to do it again. Kelly and Sarah loved talking about it with her. What did it feel like when his ball exploded under her foot? They couldn't wait for the day when they would be so lucky.

Although the girls had more than enough activities to occupy their attention. They were still in frosh week and there was a carnival atmosphere around the school. So many events were being organized.

It was a sunny day as Kelly, Sarah and Beth walked into the grassy field. The fresh faced 18 year old first-year girls and boys were congregating for the next activity. Dean Patricia wasn't at this one. It was Professor Smith, wearing short shorts, showing her long strong legs, and bright white running shoes and a white athletic top.

"Welcome ladies," she said, addressing the girls but ignoring the boys. "We're in for some fun today." The girls whooped and hollered excitement. There were yells of "let's smash some balls", and "let's crack some nuts", and Kelly's favourite, "let's make him wish he were born a girl!" She had no doubt the assembled boys, visibly trembling with fear, had had that thought many many times since the start of frosh week. She got butterflies in her belly thinking of her superiority over them, and their destiny to suffer incredible pain at her whim.

“Hold your kicks ladies, hold your kicks," said Professor Smith light heartedly. "You'll get your chance."

Professor Smith explained there would be various stations. Kelly, Sarah and Beth decided to start with the "peanut butter challenge". A group of boys stood with form fitting spandex shorts, no shirts and walnuts hanging in front of their real nuts. They were contained in a sac and held in place with a strap around their waists, like a strap on. They would line up, one girl for one boy. A row of 10 at a time. The young men were strapped into X shaped devices that kept their legs spread eagles and unable to move or fall to the ground. There was no need for gags though. The girls wanted to hear their pleas for mercy and screams of fear and torment.

"Cry for me you nice boy," Kelly said slyly and winked at her soon to be victim. His blue eyes under his shaggy blonde hair went wide with fear.

This was a competition. The girls would each get 10 kicks. Full force as hard as they could. The objective was to be the one who most thoroughly turned a walnut into crushed nut.
Sarah twirled her foot around playfully in front of her boy, smirking and looking down at it, bringing his attention to the steel tipped high heels she was wearing. They were white with a gold tip. "Should I start with the left one or the right one?" She teased.

Beth's boy couldn't miss her footwear. They were knee high platform boots as hard as they came. The toe was wide and rounded, with a two inch platform of hard wood. There would be no missing his balls. These were nut crushing machines.

Kelly, a country girl at heart, opted for cowgirl boots. Maybe it was time for this steer to be castrated, she thought. Her guy trembled at the cold look in her eyes as she eyed his bulge and imagined crushing it into oblivion.

"Ready... set..."

The guys were all in decent shape and their abs became more defined as they all tenses their stomach muscles and held their breaths. The ladies pulled their kicking legs back, ready to fire like pistons.

"... Crush!"

CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, up and down the line came the distinct sound of nuts being cracked.
Kelly heard the satisfying CRACK as her first kick hit home and brought her foot back down, lining up for the next. She took a step back and really let him have it. She opted for a brutal kick with the toe of her cowgirl boot. SMASH. One of the walnuts completely exploded. She could hear it. And rest assured the poor boy was feeling it. The walnuts provided enough protection to save their own nuts from exploding - maybe - but that was little comfort and little noticed. In fact, the walnuts added a different dimension of pain as their nuts were mercilessly crushed between the hard and jagged bits of the walnuts being pushed upwards by the shoes, and their pelvic bones on the other side.

Sarah stopped for a moment, only a moment, to enjoy the screams, grunts and groans. She watched her boy writhe in agony, unable to curl up into the fetal position that he so desperately wanted.

She landed a fourth well placed kick to the left walnut. THUD. "Eeeehhh" he screamed, his eyes rolling into his head. "We're getting there my boy. It sounds like there's not much left of the left one. How about one more to be sure?" She winked. The gold tipped toe glistened in the sunlight as it sailed upward yet again. There was little protection left now and he felt the merciless steel sink into his nutmeat, compressing it in the centre, causing it to bulge on the sides, and his eyes bulged outward as he felt his real nut on the verge of explosion. Just in time, the momentum of her kick stopped and she pulled her foot back down.

"Now onto the right, shall we?"

Beth grunted as she kicked as hard as she could with her knee high platform boots. There was no nuance needed with these. Brute force was all that was required.

Her boy's muscles spasmed with pain as the next kick landed. His head bounced left and right wildly, like a rabid beast. There were no more cracking sounds with his walnuts either. They must be nearly pulverized, she thought, and laughed.

She lined up her next kick. He looked in horror in anticipation of the next brutal blow. She loved that part. The fear. He closed his eyes suddenly as he saw her boot shoot upwards. As if just shutting your eyes will make it go away, she thought. Haha, not for this poor boy. What she loved about them being strapped in is that their bodies were tied in place and barely moved upwards at all. You're not escaping any of this power, she thought. It's all going right there, between your legs.

"Sooo glad I'm not a boy," she said wryly over to Sarah. They laughed.

The girls all landed their final kicks, as hard as they could. The boys were so exhausted now that they no longer screamed but made pathetic whimpering sounds. It made Kelly think of what a dog must sound like as it's being de-balled.
And there it was. The girls finished their kicks.

Professor Smith, with an air of authority but also a wry smile, approached the first boy. A long table was placed nearby. She took the nut sack off of him. She took no notice of his uncontrollable crying. She walked over to the table and undid the sack and poured its contents onto the table. Out came small nut pieces and walnut shells of various sizes. The girls all burst into cheering.

She moved into the next. She put it up to her and ear and jiggled it around, as a child does to know what's in a wrapped box. The girls laughed. This one had even smaller pieces. The girls cheered again. Down the line she went.

Approaching Kelly's boy. Kelly held her breath as she opened the sack. She poured. "Whoo!" Kelly screamed, seeing the results of her work. There were no large pieces at all. It was all uniformly small pieces. She looked around triumphantly.
Next onto Sarah. She felt around the sack. "You did fine work with those pointy heels," said Professor Smith to Sarah. "It's clear your kicks landed with a high degree of accuracy." She poured the contents onto the table. The nuts were completely destroyed, but she had not done as good a job as Kelly's cowgirl boots. Sarah was dejected but she gave a high five to her friend, happy for her.

"What have we here?" Professor Smith said, looking at the oversized bulge under the tight spandex of Sarah's boy. The girls looked excitedly. At Professor Smith's touch, the boy howled in pain. His long dark hair flying back and forth across his deep brown eyes, made all the deeper by his tears.

"Aha," said Professor Smith, this time feeling around in the sac that was connected to his body. Then she quickly pulled his spandex down, exposing him to the world. Sarah looked shocked at her handy work, and smiled. His left nut was swollen to the size of a walnut from its original size, which was probably closer to a peanut. It was dark purple and misshapen. There was a clear stab mark where Sarah's pointy gold tip had penetrated. Professor Smith handled his agonizing orb without pity, moving it around and inspecting it, eliciting more cries.

"Well, it feels whole. Not ruptured." The girls all sighed with disappointment. "But..." she emphasized. "You have done some permanent damage here." Sarah's face perked up, her eyes glowing.

"Really?" Excitement clear in her voice.

"Oh yes. Your well aimed kick flattened the centre of his testicle, causing his nutmeat to bulge out to the sides. Only a little more and it would have exploded." Sarah sighed again. "But this is no doubt incredibly painful." Sarah smiled. "He will have terrible swelling for days and I am of the opinion that his ball will be permanently misshapen and damaged. There's little doubt that it's now sterile."

Sarah screamed with glee. Kelly and Beth both gave her high fives.

Professor Smith remembered there was one more to assess. She came to Beth's boy. She took off the sack and pulled it open. All the girls looked on with anticipation. She poured.

"Wow," said Professor Smith. It was a fine powder. As though the nuts had been ground with a mortar and pestle.

Beth smiled with a deep satisfaction. Looking at her boots, Professor Smith said "Well, there's no arguing with brute force and hard, heavy boots."
With a signal, the guys were released from their torture devices. Without fail they all immediately fell to the ground and began writhing. "You boys have 30 seconds to move it out of here or I'll tie you back up there and the only nuts left to kick will be yours. The girls laughed and mocked as the guys pitifully pulled themselves along the ground to leave, whimpering and moaning. It was clear that every move they made took supreme concentration and effort and caused so much additional pain. Some of the girls got down beside them, saying "Come on, let's have another round."

"Let me try with my real kicking leg this time," said another.

One girl pretended to be one of the boys, imitating his movements and crawling along the ground. “Owww!! My balls!” She howled, placing her hand over the ball-less smooth V of her crotch.

However, basic human instinct motivated them to get away within the allotted time. Professor Smith looked over to another group of guys and ladies approaching. "All right, next group."

"Alright!" Said Sarah as they turned their backs and walked away on the next group of males who were being tied to their torment devices. "What's next?"

"Handball," said Kelly. Sarah, Beth and Kelly all smiled. They couldn't wait to see what it was."