"Bull-Riding" Game (Ball State Kappas)

Okay wow so I just discovered this subreddit and it is flooding my brain with memories. To be honest that’s not the only part of my body getting flooded, because when I was in college “playing with” boys’ sensitive bits was suuuuch a big part of my social life and my sex life. I know that might sound crazy or sadistic but I can explain- or at least I can try to.

At Ball State University (I know, funny name, but it’s real) I was in this sorority Kappa Kappa Kappa, or just Kappa for short. From the outside this group of girls was not so different from the “top sorority” at any college- we had the hottest girls, who were naturally the most confident and sexually liberated. But the Kappas at Ball State had all these long-standing traditions of asserting their dominance in crazy ways. Like, to be a Kappa, you had to be thoroughly a freak, and this was accomplished by recruiting the right kinds of freshmen and then through the course of their pledging making sure they learned (if they didn’t already know) how to have sex with other girls, how to take anal, how to participate in group sex, and so on. Even this might not be so unusual for the bad bitches of a top sorority on your average college campus. However, us Kappas took things a step further. The older sisters, through various wild games, date nights and themed parties, made it soooo clear to us freshmen that men are fundamentally stupid and that they are all fundamentally motivated, at the end of the day, by the things hanging between their legs. Those same things were therefore nothing but playtoys for us superior women to do with as we pleased. That meant a lot of boys at Ball State as well as men from the surrounding area were treated to unbelievably wild, wet sex with the hottest young girls they could hope to fuck. But that also meant that lots of other boys and men were cruelly humiliated, tortured and “ballbusted” as you say on these forums. Sometimes the same men received both! It just depended on the day, and the girl, and the mood we were in.

Some of the most incredible experiences we Ball State Kappa girls had in those wild college days involved the zapsack. Arisa, an excellent engineering student, had designed this cruel little number in a very clever way. The zapsack was a thin, almost transparent cloth similar to a cheese cloth, or one of those neat little mesh pouches that serve as packaging for fancy soaps. But this square 10-inch by 10-inch piece of fabric had hundreds of tiny electrical wires interwoven with the fibers, and was electrified by a discrete battery. The size of a watch battery, but significantly more powerful, this battery was stitched into the middle of the fabric square. Around it, the devilish microscopic electrical threads radiated out in every direction like branches from the trunk of a tree. At the square’s edges, Arisa had cleverly stitched a string into the hem, allowing us to tighten the pouch around its contents. Perhaps you can guess why, as a member of our nasty, slutty, mean girl sorority, she had constructed such a curious device. You would be correct. Once the pouch was tightly knotted around the top of a man’s scrotum, a remote control caused the zapsack to deliver a low- or high-voltage shock, sudden or continuous, to the family jewels that were so neatly incased in the metallicized fabric.

The zapsack was involved in many, many, many cruel and scandalous experiments. Let me tell you about one. We had invented a fun little game for our pledge class, and played it often. After a night of heavy drinking, one unfortunate fraternity pledge, the larger the better, would be offered up to the Ball State Kappa sorority house basement, usually via an exchange of sexual favors from an older sister to an older frat boy. First, the boy was made to strip naked. He was gagged. Then we would place his ankles in a spreader bar, forcing them 2 feet apart and locking the bar in place. Then we placed his wrists in a spreader bar, fixing his hands 2 feet apart as well. Then he was made to kneel down on the basement floor. Then he was made to place his hands (still in the spreader bar) on the ground before him, and to bring his elbows to touch his knees on the carpet. Then rope went around his inner elbows and behind his knees. This rope was tied very tightly.

Now the male pledge would be in a compromised position, to say the least. His ass was sticking out, balls and cock dangling below. If he looked up he could crane his neck to see straight ahead and side-to-side, or else just look down in shame at the carpet. His hands were rendered useless by the spreader bar. He could not stand up due to the rope binding his elbows to his knees. The freshmen girls, our pledges, always found this so amusing. Sometimes they would play a strip-club style rap song and a girl would assume the same position, challenging the boy to a twerking contest. The other girls all watched, drunk and aroused by this scenario: one naked and bound boy nervously trying to move his little booty to the beat, next to their scantily-clad pledge sister freely shaking her ass in a more polished, sexier manner. They would slap the behinds of both the college freshmen and ridicule the young man for his awkward jerky movements. They might even “accidentally” spank his nutsack, forcing the young man to realize that such an “accident” could never possibly happen to the pretty girl in the same exact position right next to him, blessed with a smooth pleasure mound in the position where he was cursed with sensitive testicles.

But this was not the main event. An older Kappa sister would fasten the zapsack tight around our plaything’s ballbag, and briefly explain its mechanics to the pledges. She would explain that they would take turns attempting to “ride the bull,” and that the pledge that lasted the longest would earn a prize, in addition to the honor and admiration of her peers.

The girls, the bull-riders, faced disqualification for trying to prop themselves up by touching the ground, or for using their hands to hang on to the boys neck or armpits. Instead the girls had to straddle the boy’s back, with her heels somewhere beneath his belly, and use their arms in the air for balance. Typically they would be thrown off in about ten seconds as the “bull master” for the night, armed with her remote controller ball zapper, applied low-grade electrical discomfort to the young man’s genitals.

The boy, or the “bull,” also had one rule to follow: he could not simply roll over, tipping himself to either side and falling, which would spoil the fun for us girlies. He had to do his best to rock back-and-forth, side-to-side, and actually toss the girl off his back. Let me tell you about just one of our rodeo nights, which will help paint a general picture of how the event went down.

Some of the older frat guys bring over a pledge that needs to be taken down a peg. Tonight it was Jeff and Hank, two seniors that were known amongst the Kappas as well-hung hotties that knew how to fuck and had some stamina in bed. They brought this kid Alex, some dweeby 18 year-old freshman that had been getting mouthy with the older brothers at some hazing events. Pudgy Alex probably felt like he was in heaven when the older bros asked him to come to the Kappa basement for a special night, and ever more so when the freshie pledge girls, who had been encouraged by us older sisters to pregame the event heavily with vodka and cocaine, were all sluttily prancing around the basement in booty shorts and undergarments. He was happy but a little confused to abruptly get naked, but he obliged. Before he could understand what was happening he was already gagged, arms and legs spread, knees tied to elbows, fully bound into the bull position,

I played the role of bull master this particular night, so I explained the zapsack to Alex and all our little bitches, before fastening the electrical cloth around Alex’s scrotum. I also explained the rules to him and the girls. Carmen, a particularly rambunctious and cunty half-black freshmen immediately volunteered to go first. She was a tiny chick, only 5-feet tall and not particularly busty, so I figured Alex would throw her in just a few seconds. Being a feisty little thing she took off her little red booty shorts and placed them over his head, blinding him, before she straddled his back in her white panties and t-shirt. As soon as I said, “go!” and set the zapsack to a modest 3, sending a fairly low-grade shock through Alex’s family jewels, he broke the only rule he had to follow: he tipped over, falling on his side like a coward.

“BOOOO!!” The older girls coached the pledges into a frenzy of booing and shouting at this pathetic display. “Pussy!” “Coward!” “You little bitch!” They yelled, disappointed that crazy little Carmen didn’t even get a chance to ride the bull. We lifted Alex back upright and then I yelled for everyone’s attention.

“Alex! You dumbass! You tipped over! I told you, you CANNOT tip over! As punishment for this transgression, the rider will get a free kick to the nuts and another ride!”

Ooohhh and boy oh boy did little Alex squirm in his bondage at my announcement. After all, his nuts were tied up with nowhere to hide and only “protected” by a cloth no thicker than standard cotton underwear. This cloth just happened to have electrical tendrils throughout. Of course, at least from what our medical student sisters told me, a high voltage shock would have hurt his nuts even worse than Carmen’s kick, but it was always fun to allow the girls some more physicality. The downside was that these impacts could cause permanent damage, whereas the electric shock, however miserable it felt for Alex, would never permanently fry his nuts. But nonetheless, the boy needed to follow the rules, and we’d all seen guys’ take more than a few kicks to the sack without permanent consequence.

Carmen was ecstatic. She bounced around and shadow-boxed some of her friends in her pledge class, raising false, mock kicks into their nether regions. In fact, Carmen told me later, she approached her pledge sister Marie, a busty blonde who had helped herself to more than her fair share of vodka and was sitting against the wall with her legs spread, to relax and enjoy the show. Carmen leaned over Marie, placing her palms on the wall for support, and slowly brought her bare foot into the blonde’s crotch, just for fun and to give all the girls a good laugh. When she nuzzled her big toe through Marie’s slit she was not surprised to find a wetness even through the blonde’s cotton panties. This was an exciting night indeed!

Marie giggled and Carmen looked down at her with a seductive grin. Then she bounced around, took two big steps towards Alex, who (still blindfolded by Carmen’s booty shorts) was facing the other direction, raised her right foot high in the air behind her, and shot it forward as fast as she could, punting Alex’s sack up into his tailbone.

The nerd shrieked into his gag and tipped over again. He was prevented from convulsing and curling fetal by the dual spreader bars, while the girls all laughed or moaned, some even starting to touch themselves or each other. Three girls, compelled by their horniness, took Jeff upstairs to a sister’s room for group sex. This was an understood perk for the older boys that so generously offered up their future brother to humiliation, and within ten minutes Hank also disappeared upstairs with other Kappas.

Us Kappa girlies continued to laugh, dance and drink while we gave the bull about 15 minutes to recover. Then Carmen got to ride the bull for real, lasting 17 seconds before Alex tossed her. About ten more girls had a chance to ride the bull, scoring 10, 15, 8, 12 seconds. Being drunk and unable to grab on with their hands, Alex was able to throw most of the girls in short order. Shockingly Marie, who may have been the most drunk of all and at some point had gotten totally naked, managed to last 23 seconds on a bull as he suffered the standard level-3 testicular voltage. She dismounted Alex and some of us gasped. Carmen shouted, “Oh Marie you slut! Look at his back!” The bull’s back had a clear glaze smeared about it- evidently Marie rode the bull for a full 23 seconds despite her own excitement making Alex’s back into a slippery mess. She covered her mouth and giggled while some of the girls congratulated her and slapped her big behind, causing it to bounce and jiggle. The night was winding down and it was time for her to claim her prize. I had Marie get on her knees and bend forward. Her pussy eagerly welcomed the fancy vibrating dildo that I inserted into its wetness.

I made Alex crawl to her raised back side and instructed him to eat her ass. “Go ahead girl, you need an orgasm so bad right now, everyone can see it! Make yourself come!” I said. I gave Marie the remote control, with settings 1-10 for intensity. The vibrator, as you might have guessed, was hooked up to the same remote control as the zapsack. So Alex dutifully started rimming her butthole and felt minor discomfort added onto his already sore genitalia.

“Awwwww!” Marie moaned. “Ohh my God fuck” she yelled, and increased the intensity to 5. This increased shock to Alex’s nuts broke the threshold of anything he had experienced during the bullriding, but still paled in comparison to the agonizing impact of Carmen’s brutal kick earlier in the night. Fearing for his nuts he plunged his tongue into Marie’s hole and rotated it around, hoping to make her climax as soon as possible.

“Ahhhh,” she moaned, “Jesus Christ!!” and she upped the intensity to 8, shaking the inside of her pussy and rapidly working its clitoris while her legs starting to shake.

Alex also yelled the name of God but his voice was muffled by Marie’s plump booty, and he began working his lips around her butthole, effectively french-kissing the blonde’s butthole as she climaxed. Both Alex and Marie collapsed, one in pain, one in pleasure.

The next morning, Alex was unbound and walked back to the frat house by Jeff and Hank, both seniors glowing from their vigorous orgies with horny sorority girls the night before. “Don’t worry little bro, we went through it too. And look at us now!”



So that’s just one memory of my Ball State days. Us Kappa girls were really something else and I look forward to sharing more of our adventures with your kinky community, because more than a few of them involve “ballbusting" silly boys. I can’t imagine a better world for this fetish than Greek life at Ball State. The existence of a ball busting femme-first hot girl sorority like Kappa Kappa Kappa, combined with the code-of-silence hierarchical culture of cruelty at fraternities? Just wait until I post about some of our other zapsack games, our annual Bacchanalia party, the private adventures of some of my friends including Marie and Carmen, the 6-inch game…. But that’s all for now! xoxo

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