Black and Blue with Envy, part 4

Fair warning, the story gets kind of hardcore from here onward.

Links to previous parts:

part 1: [https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/q9citg/black\_and\_blue\_with\_envy\_part\_1\_a\_ballbusting\_bet/](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/q9citg/black_and_blue_with_envy_part_1_a_ballbusting_bet/)

parts 2 and 3: [https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/q9pds1/black\_and\_blue\_with\_envy\_parts\_2\_and\_3/](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/q9pds1/black_and_blue_with_envy_parts_2_and_3/)

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4.

Paige’s naked figure filled the doorway. It was too dark to make out her features, but her feminine silhouette against the hallway light was striking. She seemed taller now that her devastating body was fully on display. Joel shuddered, remembering what those tantalisingly toned pins had done to him.

She twirled her hair around her finger as she swung into the room, the door swinging shut behind her. She dropped on to the bed next to her terrified - Partner? Victim? Joel had no idea what he was about to be.

‘Hey’. Only three letters, but somehow the most seductive sound Joel had ever heard. He was too scared to respond.

‘I saw you with Hannah. Before. And I thought, why should you waste your time, right? You know you’re not getting anywhere.’ She rolled across the bed until she was practically on top of him. ‘And I’m… right… here,’ she breathed into his ear.

Joel found the courage to defend Hannah. ‘N-no. It’s different. I don’t know what’s going on, but… We like each other. I’m sorry. I can’t.’

‘Aw, come on. You’re not even a couple. There’s no way you’re letting that get in the way of all *this*.’ Paige gestured to herself. She pressed a delicate finger to Joel’s chest and slid it down his torso, past his waistband to the base of his shaft. ‘Ooh, ready to go! See? He knows.’ She tugged at his shorts but he grabbed her arm.

‘Paige. Look. It’s not right. I won’t.’

Her expression turned dark. ‘You’re serious. I give you the chance of a fucking lifetime and you turn it down. Fine.’ She snorted. ‘But I guess you’re gonna have to satisfy me another way.’ She pulled her hand away - And in one motion, clamped the other around Joel’s scrotum and squeezed.

Joel howled in pain, but Paige put her free hand to his mouth. ‘Ah-ah. Shhh. The louder you yell, the harder I squeeze, OK?’ He nodded silently, but she still dug her fingernails into his spongy flesh. His thin board shorts offered little protection. ‘Or I just do it if I feel like it.’

He desperately wanted to escape, but Joel was paralysed by the pain. This time he didn’t resist as Paige stripped away his clothing. Her eyes widened at the bulge in his briefs, and even more as she yanked them away too. Her breathing grew heavy. ‘Holy fuck.’ She eyeballed his package. ‘That’s big. Too bad you might never get to use it again.’

Joel yelled out in horrified protest - Then remembered Paige’s instructions and snapped his mouth shut. But it was too late. Her palm smacked into the underside, the most sensitive, tender area, of his manhood. The blow sent a jolt of pain through his entire body. He made an attempt to cradle his sore balls, but Paige had other plans. She twisted her hand until she had her thumb and forefinger around the loose skin at the root of his scrotum, pulling it as tight as possible. The testes were swollen and looked ready to burst out of Joel’s bruised sack. The perfect target.

Keeping her playthings taut with her left hand, Paige balled up her right, wound up and delivered a punch that made Joel convulse. She grinned, pulled her fist back, and hammered him again. His eyes were watering from the effort of keeping his mouth shut combined with the agony of having his semen repositories pancaked between Paige’s palm and knuckles.

Without letting go, Paige slid across to the edge of the bed. She yanked hard on Joel’s balls and he scrambled after her before she had the chance to pull them clean off. She dragged him until his legs were dangling over the side, then let go and stood up. Joel exhaled, snapped his legs together and clutched himself. He didn’t care how temporary the relief was, the easing pain felt like Heaven.

He massaged his genitals as Paige stood over him. He wondered why she hadn’t stopped him, until her hand moved to her own smooth crotch. She started to rub herself, but stopped. Her eyes narrowed. ‘Joel. You’re never gonna fuck me, are you?’

Joel managed a few words. ‘I’m sorry. But Hannah…’

Paige rolled her eyes. ‘That’s what I thought. So, I don’t really have a use for your balls, do I? Might as well get rid of them.’

Joel paled. He spluttered desperately, ‘But… If you take my balls… You don’t get to hit them anymore!’

‘Yeah, like there’s not like three billion other pairs of nuts for me to crack.’ The playfulness had completely vanished from her tone now. ‘If it’s any consolation though, I’m gonna feel a tiny bit bad. It’s a shame to take a cock like that out of action.’

She lifted a leg and rested it on the bed between Joel’s quivering thighs. He realised that her extra height hadn’t been an illusion. A pair of candy-pink stiletto heels were strapped to Paige’s feet. He instinctively pressed his thighs together to prevent her from moving her foot any closer to the fork of his legs. It was a pointless and stupid decision.

‘I’ll say this once. Spread your legs and I’ll be nice. Make this difficult and I will make sure your testicles spend their final moments in agony. Got it?’ She lifted her foot and pressed on his crotch with the toe for emphasis.

Joel obeyed, offering up his manhood to Paige. ‘Yes. Oh God, whatever you say, just please don’t pop them.’

‘Oh, I’m gonna pop them either way. The difference is that if you struggle, you’ll be *begging* me to do it.’ She smirked and planted her hands on her hips. Her toe pumped his bulging, purple-ish sack for a few moments to soften him up, settling into a pulsating rhythm that matched the adrenaline coursing through their bodies. Slowly but surely, the pulses intensified until Joel recoiled and groaned each time. Finally, pushing as hard as she could, Paige grabbed Joel’s wrists and yanked him to his feet, her own foot still buried in his crotch. Keeping her raised leg straight, she swung the boy around and pushed him up against the wall. His knees buckled, but she pulled herself up against him, sliding his package up her leg and suspending him on her knee.

Joel was vaguely aware of the fact that he was still rock hard - it was an involuntary reaction to Paige’s touching - but he felt no pleasure. His nether regions were an indistinct haze of blinding pain. His balls were being crushed by his own body weight against the girl’s kneecap, which she kept lifted above her waist with such determination that he imagined he was straddling the pool railing that had dealt the first blow against manhood of the night.

The illusion shattered when Paige jiggled her leg, coaxing his balls into squeezing out to either side. Joel’s scrotum was stretched almost beyond recognition. His tormentor grinned at the sight of his veiny orbs being pushed to their limit. She ground her knee further into his pubic bone. Once she was satisfied he would stay upright, she released his shoulders and gripped each testicle between a thumb and forefinger.

'50 kilograms.’

Joel’s anguish was suddenly mixed with confusion.

‘50 kilograms,’ Paige repeated matter-of-factly. ‘That’s how much force it takes to rupture one of these. I looked it up, after the first time I did it. Turns out that’s an easy number to reach in heels…’ She rolled her foot in a circle, remembering all the boys it had emasculated. ‘But with my hands? That’s a challenge. I wanna see what I can do.’

Joel’s mind raced to find any way to retain his genitals. Paige was clearly proud of her history of castration. Proud enough that she’d want to brag about it.

‘Your *first* time? What the fuck? How many guys have you done this to? Why are you doing this?’

Paige smirked. ‘If you’re trying to distract me, go ahead. You’ll just make it take longer.’ She gave a light squeeze with each hand, then relented as Joel started to shudder. ‘But hey, I guess if you really want to know…’ She held Joel helpless against the wall as her story began.