Ballbusted in the Club

This story is 100% true. It's the embarrassing origin story of how I became interested in this fetish.

In the summer of 2012, I went to Las Vegas for a two-week business trip. I had never been there before, but being 25 years old and hearing tales of "Sin City" all my life, I was eager to go out on the weekends and find out what the legend of Vegas was all about.

Up to this point in my life, I'd always had moderate success at picking up women in clubs, so on our first Friday night, two of my friends and I went out to a night club on the Strip. After a few doses of liquid courage, we headed to the dance floor to try our luck with the ladies.

At first, we tried individual targets. Both girls I tried dancing with made it clear they weren't interested. My friends had a similar lack of success. In about 15 minutes, we found ourselves back at the bar, ordering another round of liquid courage. That's when we spotted them.

A group of 3 girls who looked to be in their early 20s, clearly together, dancing with each other towards the middle of the floor. One was a white girl who looked to be about 5-foot-6, with dark brunette hair that came down just past her shoulders, wearing a short skirt and red bikini top that was thin enough for me to see the outline of the nipples on her C-cup boobs. Another was a short Asian girl, wearing a one-piece black dress with plunging neckline that went down to her belly button. The third was a tall blonde...9 years later, I can't remember what she was wearing. All three had great bodies and gorgeous faces.

We finished our drinks and decided who would go after which girl. I settled on the brunette. We made our way to the dance floor. This floor was particularly packed, probably in violation of several fire codes, and making our way through the crowd to get to them took a few minutes. Once we reached them, we introduced ourselves as well as we could, given how loud it was, and started dancing with them.

Success! All three of them apparently thought we were attractive enough to dance with. Slowly, their tight circle drifted apart and the other two couples disappeared into the crowd.

The brunette I picked was an awesome dancer. She knew how to move, was great at grinding on me, and seemed to get a look of satisfaction when I popped a boner behind her. If things kept going the way they were, I fully expected to leave the club with her. I was already making plans in my head to find another hotel room, since I was sharing it with another colleague. That's when I made my fatal mistake.

It probably had a lot to do with being drunk and misreading her signals. Regardless of why, my inebriated brain thought it was a good idea to start getting more handsy than usual. My left hand slowly migrated up from her hip to her ribs and, finally, to her underboob. Instead of her pulling away, she seemed into it. She placed her left hand on my ass, squeezed it, and started moving her right hand up my leg. As her right hand reached my waist, my left hand continued traveling up her chest until it reached her nipple. Her right hand continued, slipping underneath my jeans and boxers, down my boner, and coming to rest cupping my balls.

In my head: "Holy shit, this is awe-- HHNNGGGHHHHH!!!"

Before I could even finish my thought, a bomb went off between my legs. She clenched her fist, with my balls inside it, like she was trying to wring every last drop of water out of a sponge. The muscles in my torso clenched as hard they could, I let out a shrill whine that no one but her heard, and my left hand shot from her boob to her hand on my crotch (with the jeans between them) as I tried to double over, but with her left hand holding my butt in place and as crowded as the floor was, the most I could do was bend my head down on her shoulder. I saw a slight smile creep onto her face. She continued to sway back and forth to the music, still squeezing the life out of my balls. If anyone on the floor saw us, they probably thought we were just two drunks getting really intimate.

After probably 10 seconds that seemed like an eternity, she leaned into my ear and yelled "You ever touch my tits again, I'm gonna fuckin rip 'em off!"

"Ok, ok, ok, ok, just let go!"

She squeezed harder and yanked down. I wanted to collapse in a heap on the floor, but my body had nowhere to go, weakly draped over her shoulder.

"YOU GOT IT??!!!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, just let go! Please!"

"YOU SURE???"

"Yeah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, just let go!"

She briefly relaxed her hand, still keeping a firm grip on my nuts, then gave one final squeeze. I let out another shrill yelp that brought a wide grin to her face. After a few more seconds, she let go of me as quickly as she'd grabbed me and danced her way elsewhere into the crowd.

Still unable to fall down with all the bodies around me, I hobbled my way off the dance floor, into the bathroom, into a stall, and jackknifed my body over the toilet seat to assess for any permanent damage (none, thankfully) and process what the hell had just happened.

On the one hand, I was in shock and embarrassed that a slim, beautiful girl had put me through the worst, most intense pain I'd ever felt in my life and I'd been completely unable to defend myself. On the other hand, it was a bit of a turn-on that such a beautiful girl was able to dominate my junk like that and seemed to get pleasure from it. It was a weird mix of emotions that I'd never experienced before. I just knew I wouldn't be 100% opposed to it happening again...just in a less public, more controlled setting.

The friend who'd picked the Asian chick ended up leaving with her that night. He had some good stories to tell the next morning. My other friend couldn't seal the deal with the blonde and we ended up sharing a cab back to the hotel. When he asked me how it went with the brunette, I just weakly replied "She wasn't feeling it." There was no way I could tell him what really happened.