How I got into ballbusting

I haven't been able to write a story for a while so I thought I would share some of the experiences that got me into this fetish in the first place.

One time when I was little we were all playing tag - girls vs boys - and the girls had obviously colluded amongst themselves that whenever they caught one of the boys they would kick him in the balls. I saw one of the boys getting kicked. He fell down against a wall and one of the girls leaned in and kicked him right between the legs again. I remember just being stunned at that age that a girl could have that much power over a boy.

Another time I was arguing with a girl about something and she got fed up and said she was going to "make me cry" if I didn't stop bothering her. "How would you make me cry?" I snorted. "How do you think a girl would make a boy cry?" she replied, teasingly. I gulped and meekly said "By kicking him in the balls?" She laughed, "No, I would knee him in the balls - full force". I didn't continue arguing with her after that.

But the one that I think about the most and the one I'm sure got me into ballbusting was when I was a teenager working as a waiter at a fancy restaurant. I was serving this table of middle-aged women who all seemed pretty well-off and slightly drunk. One of them asked me for an order that I wasn't sure was available or not so I bluffed and just told her it was. She gave me a withering look as she sipped her wine before saying "Well it had better be or you'll get my foot right where it hurts!" The rest of the women all laughed as I turned red and stammered something in response. I walked away still blushing and started getting hard in my tight black pants.

I think the chef must have had whatever order it was she wanted but to this day I still fantasise about what could have been. I imagine going back to the table all scared and apologetic about the chef not having her order. She looks mad and throws down her napkin before getting up out of her seat. She walks up to me, grips my shoulders in her hands and knees me right in the balls in front of the entire restaurant. Or maybe she grabs and squeezes them hard and tells me I had better go back and get whatever it is she wants. I hobble slowly through the restaurant clutching my poor balls as I hear the other customers laughing to themselves. Maybe she knees me so hard that I fall to the ground and have to crawl all the way back to the kitchen.

Unfortunately I don't have any experiences of getting kicked or kneed in the balls for real, which is kind of surprising given the amount of times I've been threatened with it.