Girl Power! part 4: Boys are a Handful

Part 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/vwit84/girl\_power\_part\_1\_rileys\_ballbusting\_awakening/?utm\_source=share&utm\_medium=web2x&context=3

Part 2 and 3: https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/vxm16f/girl\_power\_part\_2\_and\_3\_vigilante\_justice/?utm\_source=share&utm\_medium=web2x&context=3

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4.

For the next few days, I kept tabs on the two boys I’d kicked. It wasn’t easy since neither of them would look me in the eyes, but I wasn’t hearing Owen yell something degrading at any girl within earshot every few minutes. It was amazing how a light hit to his manhood translated to a massive hit to his masculinity.


Unfortunately, his gang of football bros were picking up his slack. They figured that being buff was enough for every girl to fall over each other for them, and therefore they could just take whoever they wanted as a mate like the neanderthals they were. Since their tiny minds weren’t developed enough to reason with, no one had ever had lasting success with denying their advances. Someone needed to speak to them in a language they’d understand. And I knew they understood physical contact.


As exciting as the idea was, working my way through all of these boys was a daunting task. I didn’t even know who to start with when I walked into school the next day. But as fate would have it, the decision was made for me. As I stepped into the hallway, one of the jocks, Lucas, was deep in a very one-sided conversation with a shy-looking girl from my class - One of the other girls Owen had been chasing. Amy was her name.


I couldn’t hear what was said, but something was clearly wrong. Whenever Lucas moved closer to the girl, she backed away, until her back was against the row of lockers. He reached out to stroke her wavy blonde hair, and even at a distance I could see every muscle in her body tense up as she tried to shrink away from him. I was weighing up whether to intervene when the bell rang. Lucas stomped off and Amy was left distraught in the hallway. I knew I needed to help her.


‘Hey, Amy?’ I jogged to catch up with her as we walked toward our classroom. ‘Are you okay? I just saw you with Lucas back there…’


Amy stopped in her tracks, her eyes darting around until she was satisfied no one else was listening. ’No. I keep telling him to stop,’ she whispered. ‘Since you… did that to Owen, Lucas thinks I’m free now. He won’t leave me alone.’


I felt a pang of guilt. ‘Shit, I’m sorry. I was just trying to take Owen down a notch, I didn’t think all this would happen.’


‘No! Don’t apologise. What you did was right. There’s just so many assholes in here.’ She sighed.


‘Yeah. But if you want me to, I could… talk to Lucas like I did with Owen. I can be pretty convincing.’


Amy suddenly looked brighter. ‘Oh my God, you’d do that? That would be amazing. Thank you so much!’


‘Don’t mention it.’ I was surprised at how quickly she’d agreed. I guess I’d underestimated how eager the other girls were to have their boy problems dealt with. Still, I wanted to make sure we were on the same page.


‘Do you mind how… ah… how *hard* I make my point?’


As we neared the classroom, Amy’s voice returned to a whisper, but her expression had hardened. ‘Whatever it takes.’ I nodded, and my target was set.


Getting Lucas alone was easy. After school, I waited outside the gates. When he walked out, I grabbed his hand. ‘Hey’.


He was startled, but he composed himself quickly. He spoke in a tone he must have thought was suave. ‘Hey. What can I do for you?’ He looked me up and down before his eyes predictably settled on my chest.


I’d rarely spoken to Lucas before, so I was hoping he was too horny to think about how odd this was. Luckily, no one ever lost money betting on the horniness of a teenage boy. ‘So I’ve seen you around. Thought we could get to know each other better.’ I bit my lower lip and put on my best doe eyes. His eyes almost bulged out of his skull.


‘Well… allllright then. What did you have in mind?’


‘Come with me.’


He was eating out of the palm of my hand. There was a park a block away from the school, which had several quiet areas surrounded by trees. Everyone knew what usually went on there. I led Lucas along the footpath until we were alone, then turned to face him. His face told me he couldn’t believe his luck as I put my hand to his denim-clad crotch. As my fingers fumbled for the outline of his jewels, my thumb brushed his cock. Of course it was already rock solid. Nicely sized, too. Shame it was attached to such a loser.


There was no way I was going to be able to hurt him through the thick fabric of his jeans. I correctly assumed he wouldn’t object as I undid the button and unzipped his fly. He shivered with anticipation as I wrapped my fingers around his heavy scrotum and gently tickled it through his briefs. I smiled up at him. ‘I’m going to enjoy this.’ Then his excitement turned to horror. I squeezed.


He yelled out, but I covered his mouth with my free hand. ‘Shh,’ I comforted as he bucked and writhed. He tried in vain to break my hold but only succeeded in stretching his sack further. ‘I’ll stop whenever you want me to. All you have to do is promise to leave Amy alone.’


‘Amy? Yeah! Jesus fucking Christ, I’ll never touch the bitch again, just let me go!’


I frowned and strengthened my grip. ‘You know, you could speak a bit more respectfully.’ Lucas’s knees buckled and he fell to the ground, but I kept a tight hold on him. He looked pathetic on his knees in front of me. A symbol of male fragility, both physical and mental. ‘Actually, how about this? I’ll let go when you swear to treat *all* girls with the proper respect.’


That thought made him squirm almost as much as the searing pain in his genitals. Even as his breathing grew heavy and he stopped struggling against my grip, he could barely force himself to say the words. ‘…OK. I promise. I’ll never do it again. I’ll be respectful.’


I grinned and dug my fingernails in. ‘Good. Now say sorry for being a total dick.’


‘Okay! I’m sorry, Riley. I’m sorry for being a total dick - Ohfuckmyballs - Please!’


I relented and watched him topple over. ‘See? Was that so hard?’ His chest heaved as he recovered on the grass. But I wasn’t quite done playing with him. ‘Just one more thing.’


‘Riley, no, please, I - AAAARGH!’ I pressed my toe down gently on his tender nutsack. He whined incomprehensibly.


‘Just so we’re clear, this never happened. And if anyone were to hear about it… I’m not gonna go easy on you again.’


He nodded desperately. I dislodged my foot and left him whimpering on the ground.


Another sexist asshole dealt with, and I barely even broke a sweat. As I walked home, I realised I was actually almost hoping one of them would tattle so I’d have an excuse to stop holding back. Was that wrong? Surely I shouldn’t be enjoying torturing them so much… but no. They deserved it. And I had to keep doing this. It was for the greater good. Right?