Black and Blue with Envy, part 6 (Conclusion)

Well, here's the last bit of the story. Hopefully it's not too weird. I hope you've all enjoyed! I mostly write these because they're exactly what *I* want to read, so I'm glad some of you have similar tastes.

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/)

part 5: [https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/qavjpf/black\_and\_blue\_with\_envy\_part\_5/](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/qavjpf/black_and_blue_with_envy_part_5/)

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6.

Hannah’s breathing grew heavy as she began to comprehend the depraved scene in front of her. Joel’s bruised body, barely conscious on the floor with his legs splayed, drawing her eyes to where they met - his violently beaten genitals. And Paige, standing over him, admiring what she’d done. Unlike Joel, whose nakedness accentuated how helpless he appeared, Paige’s bare figure exuded an aura of power. Triumphant, feminine, twisted, malevolent power. Even Hannah had to admit it was faintly alluring. The girl’s skin glistened, and as she turned to face Hannah the shadows of the dim hallway light underlined every curve, under her firm breasts and in the creases where her toned thighs met her lower torso. When it was clear that Hannah was too shocked to form words, Paige broke the silence.


‘I did warn you.’


‘I - Oh God, no - What did you -’


‘Look, on the bright side, you have one fiercely loyal boy-toy here,’ Paige comforted. ‘I pulled out all the stops and he was all “No, I wanna be with Hannah”. So well done. But I *told* you what would happen if you didn’t leave him alone.’


Hannah felt sick. Joel was going through this torture because of *her*. Because she couldn’t keep herself away. She steadied herself against the wall.


‘Hey, don’t feel too bad. I’d wanted to do this for a long time. You just gave me a good excuse.’


‘You… psychopath.’ Hannah’s eyes were welling up. ‘How can you do this?! How can you just torture him and not feel anything?’


‘Oh, I feel something. You should try it sometime. It might change your mind.’


Hannah’s terror was morphing into rage. ‘Get the fuck off him or I swear to God, I will make you sorry.’ She took a step forward.


Paige didn’t move a muscle. ‘Go ahead. You won’t be here to protect your boy next time. And I just *know* I’ll need an outlet for all this anger you’re causing me.’ Hannah deflated, consumed by guilt. She couldn’t let Joel suffer for her mistakes again.


The kicks had stopped for long enough for Joel to be able to think. He tried to crawl away, but Paige pinned his right nut to the floor, her stiletto heel threatening to impale it if she shifted her weight. He screamed.


‘STOP!’ Hannah cried. ‘Please. Please stop. He doesn’t deserve this.’


‘Well… maybe you’re right. How about this. I promise not to pop them…’ A light bulb lit up in the girl’s sadistic mind.


‘If you pop one of them yourself.’


Hannah’s head spun. No. She couldn’t do this. The thought of it made her ill. ‘Please. Anything but that.’


Paige shrugged. ‘Your choice.’ She twitched her leg, and her heel dug further into the tissue of Joel’s gonad, causing him to convulse and moan in pain. But despite the torment, he had heard Paige’s proposal, and he would do anything to remain a man.


‘Hannah… Please… Do it.’ Hannah heard him loud and clear. She gulped and steeled herself.


‘...Okay. I’ll do it.’ She looked Paige in the eyes, trying not to show how terrified she was.


‘You sure? Because if you pussy out, you’re gonna make it so much worse for him.’ Paige twisted her heel for emphasis, drilling it in. If that nut survived, it would have a permanent dent.


Hannah gulped. ‘I’m sure. Let me do this.’


Paige grinned and released Joel from underfoot. ‘Have fun.’ She kicked his legs further apart and stepped back. Hannah stepped gingerly into her place. She took a deep breath, exhaled and gently pressed the sole of her sneaker into Joel’s crotch. His balls ached at even the lightest touch as they were squashed to either side. Her foot twisted, further stretching his already brutalised ballsack. Against her will, she worked him over, tenderising his babymakers. She needed them as soft and vulnerable as possible if she didn’t want him to suffer.


At last, Hannah knew she had done all she could. Joel’s testicles had swelled to the size of eggs, nearly bursting out of their bruised, battered pouch. Through her tears, she locked eyes with him for a moment. He was crying too, from the excruciating pain being inflicted on him by the girl he loved. But silently he nodded, giving her permission to do something unthinkable. To take half his manhood from him.


‘Come on. Finish him off or I’ll do it myself.’ Paige’s cold words cut into Hannah’s heart. It was too much for her to take.


‘You evil, sadistic piece of shit.’ Hannah channeled all her rage into her body. It found its undeserving, willing target beneath her foot. She raised it, lifting her knee to her chest, and screaming ‘Fuck YOU!’ she stamped down with all her might, crushing Joel’s left nut into the floor. ‘Fuck… YOU!’ She stomped again as Joel bucked in torment. ‘Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck *you!*’ Stomp after stomp came crashing down on the boy’s weakening meat. He went limp, unable to bear it any longer. Finally, as she slammed her foot down on the single orb of masculinity and pressed down with all her weight, Hannah felt the gonad collapse under her sole, its once-potent contents spilling out into Joel’s sack. Unable to cope with what she’d done, she kept stomping, and the last solid remains of the testicle dissolved into useless mush as she broke down into sobs. She fell on top of Joel’s unconscious body and buried her head in his chest. ‘I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.’


The two laid together, completely broken. When Hannah was finally able to wipe her eyes, she turned to see a dark figure standing over her.


‘See? That wasn’t so hard. And now you can keep him. Unless you’d like to do the other -’ Paige was cut off as Hannah’s fist caught her across the jaw.


‘Are you happy now, you sick fuck? I half-castrated an innocent man. Are you *happy* that he and I will never be able to look at each other without thinking about what I just did to him? Or is that not enough for you?’


Paige stumbled, but her demeanor didn’t change. She put a hand to her sore cheek. ‘You’re lucky you put on a good show, or I would have taken back our deal for that.’ She collected her thoughts. ‘Really, I would have preferred to have him to myself, but… It’s a nice consolation knowing that you just took half the power out of your own fucktoy.’


She glided to the doorway. ‘I’ll leave you to it. I’m sure you’ll see things my way one day.’ And Paige was gone.


Joel opened his eyes. ‘Hannah…’


She rushed to his side and propped up his head, running her fingers through his hair. ‘Shh. It’s okay. It’s okay. I’m so sorry.’


‘No… Thank you.’ The beaten boy smiled at her. ‘You saved me.’ The pair embraced. And this time, no one could keep them apart.