Black and Blue with Envy, part 5

Hey, here's part 5 of my story. As always, I'm happy to hear any and all feedback. I'm wondering if I made Paige a little *too* insane? See what you guys think.

Links to other 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/)

part 4: [https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/qa7nla/black\_and\_blue\_with\_envy\_part\_4/](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/qa7nla/black_and_blue_with_envy_part_4/)

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5.

‘So back in the last year of high school, before I moved here, I knew this guy. His name was Ben, and he was an asshole. Completely fucking obsessed with me, of course. But, you know, God forbid he actually be *nice* to me.’ Paige scowled in disgust at the memory. ‘He was too insecure to accept that he worshipped the ground I walked on, so instead he convinced himself that constant insults and degrading comments were somehow going to get me to fuck him. And I thought someone should teach him a lesson, so, you know, I played along.’


‘He was such a sucker. We went out to dinner. He spent the whole time ogling me, and I pretended to like it. When we got back to his place, it took about three seconds to get the stupid bitch alone and naked. My plan was actually just to get a picture to blackmail him with, but when we laid down, he had the nerve to shove his disgusting cock in my *face*. He crossed a line, and I had to make him pay for it. And, well, I was wearing these heels…’ She released her grip on Joel’s left testicle to reach down and caress her foot. She ran her fingers along the contours of the arch, then down the heel’s razor-sharp point as she reminisced.


‘So I squeezed his balls hard. Ugh, the look on his face… He just turned into a blubbering mess. Up until then I’d never hurt a guy’s balls, but everyone knows what to do. It’s basic women’s self defense.’ Paige regained her two-handed grip on Joel’s defenseless nuts. ‘Grab, twist, and pull!’ Joel nearly blacked out as Paige executed her technique. His body was fixed in place as the girl pushed her knee up into him while she yanked his nuts away, twisting and contorting them until he was sure the spermatic cord was nearing its breaking point. He shrieked.


‘Ha, you’re just the same as him. Ben thought he was going to have *me* screaming. But I pulled him onto the ground, and I just lifted my leg as high as I could and, well… Demolished him.’


‘That’s when everything changed. I was standing over him, and I’d completely wrecked half his manhood, and it felt so right. I just kept squashing it with my toe until it was totally gone, and then I left him there. I’d never had so much power. I hardly even processed what had happened. I just knew that I’d done the right thing, and that I needed to do that again.’


Joel couldn’t believe what he was hearing. The right thing? Did Paige really believe that robbing men of their sex lives was some kind of moral good? ‘You’re a - urgh - fucking psychopath,’ he struggled through gritted teeth.


Paige almost looked hurt. ‘You just don’t understand. You’ll never know how it feels to be able to take something so vital from the opposite sex, with such ease… I have this incredible power. Don’t I deserve to use it?’


‘Don’t I deserve - ungh - my testicles?’


‘Well… you don’t *need* them. And I don’t need them, since you’re so obsessed with that bitch Hannah.’


Joel’s voice was hoarse and his energy was drained, but he had to keep talking. ‘But that guy - Ben. You said you only popped one of his, and he was a real dick. What did I do to deserve this?’


Paige’s demeanor had softened from the cold sadism she’d shown before. She leaned in close to him, trying in earnest to explain her position. ‘Joel, Ben was my first. I didn’t know what I was doing. It still bothers me that he’s out there with one nut left intact. Every other guy I’ve popped since is making up for that missed opportunity.’


She straightened up again. ‘Now. You’ve done enough stalling. Let’s get back to it.’ Paige finally lowered her leg, and her victim collapsed to the floor, unable to support his own weight. She nudged him with her foot, forcing him to roll onto his back, then walked around to stand in front of him and kicked his legs apart. With one leg to Joel’s side, just below his hips, she swung the other gently back and forth between his legs. His cock had finally softened, so she nudged it onto his stomach and out of the way. She tapped his bruised scrotum a couple of times with the rounded, glossy pink toe of her shoe, locating the gonads inside.


When she was satisfied she’d found her target, she took a step back and brushed a golden lock from her face. Then, without hesitation, she swung her right leg back and let out another soft grunt as she lashed it out, catching both testes with a solid toe-kick that sent his sack slapping into his limp dick as she followed through. Joel hadn’t even stopped writhing when she stepped back and viciously punted him again. *Thwack*. And again. *Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.* Paige pulverised Joel’s organs systematically, with a brutal, driving rhythm. Each kick perfectly aimed and timed. Joel could barely distinguish between kicks - The gaps were filled with the same unknowable suffering as the moments of impact. His pain receptors screamed at his brain so loudly he couldn’t make out anything else.


*Thwack.* Paige was settling in, the movement of her leg becoming subconscious. *Thwack.* This would be a slow but definitive end to Joel’s sex life. *Thwack.* But as she prepared to unleash another devastating blow, light flooded the bedroom. She froze. Both heads turned to the doorway, and there, horrified, was Hannah.