Girl Power! part 5: Riley Crushes a Pervert

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

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Part 4: https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/vy2j8h/girl\_power\_part\_4\_boys\_are\_a\_handful/?utm\_source=share&utm\_medium=web2x&context=3

5.

‘Hey! Nice ass!’ The call came across the hallway. I sighed. Wearing leggings constantly did have its drawbacks. It had been a week since the incident with Lucas. In that time, two more guys had chosen to advertise their inability to interact with the opposite sex, and shortly after received a swift kick between the legs. Both of them appeared to have gotten the message, and it seemed that emasculating a few boys even had an effect on the ones I hadn’t touched. The ones who used to egg them on had suddenly stopped seeing the fun in their harassment, so in time, they stopped too. It had been so long since the last time I’d heard a degrading comment that I was starting to hope I’d eradicated toxic masculinity. No such luck.

I turned to see who had yelled. It was a guy I didn’t know. Medium build, light brown hair, no obvious distinguishing features. No wonder he hadn’t stood out. I rested my hands on my hips and glared at him. ‘I know my ass is perfect. I don’t need you to tell me.’

‘Wow, sorry.’ His smirk and tone dripped with sarcasm. ‘It’s a compliment. Why are the hot ones always so bitchy?’

He appeared to be attempting what asshole pick-up artists refer to as ‘negging’. Well, if he was going to try to ruin my self-confidence… Two could play at that game. And I could use this to set up my backup plan too.

‘Damn, dude, sorry about your dick.’ I waited for a response, but his blank look told me to keep going. ‘I mean, if you have to resort to insults to get pussy, your dick must be either minuscule or seriously mutilated. So, sorry about that.’

‘Ha, fuck off. The chicks can’t even handle how big it is.’

‘Aww, it’s so sweet of them to protect your ego like that!’

‘Wow, you just really wanna see it, don’t you?’ He smirked. ‘Well, that’s never gonna happen now.’

‘Cool. Guess I’ll just tell everyone I know you have a micropenis.’ I spun on my heel and started to walk away.

‘Hey!… Wait!… Fine! I’ll prove it!’

Now it was my turn to smirk. He was desperate. And he just agreed to expose his genitals to me. It was almost too easy. ‘Cool. Meet me after school if you’re not a bitch.’ I strode off, my mind suddenly racing with ideas of all the things I could do to him.

To my surprise, the boy was already at the gate waiting as I left school that afternoon. Maybe he thought he was going to score? I didn’t dwell on it. ‘Well, let’s go somewhere quiet. Unless you’re cool with indecent exposure charges.’

That threw him off balance for a moment, until his tiny brain eventually figured out it was a joke. ‘Heh. Whatever. We can go back to my place. There won’t be anyone there.’

‘Works for me.’ We didn’t talk much as he led me to his house. I guessed he just didn’t want to screw up whatever chance he thought he had. I followed him in and upstairs to his bedroom, then shut the door behind me.

‘I’m Ethan, by the way.’

‘Riley. Sorry. I should have asked, but I’m not really here to chat.’

He got the message, and hesitantly unzipped. He carefully took hold of his underwear’s waistband and pulled it down, revealing -

Not much. It was maybe three and a half inches, fully erect. I had to stifle a giggle. Time to fuck with his head before I fucked up his equally unimpressive testicles. ‘Well, there we are. So you’re a liar. You’re lucky I’m kinda into it.’

He clearly had no idea what to expect. I exaggerated the sway of my hips as I strode over to him and placed my hands on his chest, which began to heave. I slid one hand up to his shoulder. The other traced a path down toward his pelvis, but stopped at his abdomen. He breathed in sharply. I stared up into his eyes, and he returned my gaze. He was so mesmerised he didn’t notice my leg cocking back, or my hand gripping his shoulder as I pulled him in, or my knee flying up between his thighs.

Hitting a completely unprotected pair turned out to be every bit as exhilarating as I was hoping. I made contact with a satisfying *thwack*, jerking Ethan’s shocked body off the ground. His cock slapped against my thigh, and his balls were forced apart by my hard kneecap before being crushed into his pubic bone. He groaned, but didn’t resist. I pushed him back against the wall and rammed my knee in again, hard enough that I felt his delicate organs flatten slightly. Knowing that my thighs had the power to do that… the rush it gave me was indescribably intense. I kneed Ethan one more time before letting him slide down the wall onto his ass.

I stepped back to catch my breath. ‘So, you feeling any less inclined to harass random women now?’

‘More inclined to - argh - beat the shit out of you,’ Ethan sneered up at me.

That was new. Usually boys were begging me to spare their manhood by this point. ‘Big words from the guy on the floor. You need another lesson?’

‘Just fucking try it.’

I shrugged. ‘Okay.’ He tried to push himself up the wall as I walked toward him, but only got halfway up before my boot smacked into his junk, sapping all his strength.

‘You bitc - URGH!’ I interrupted his insult with a light toe-tap that still managed to double him over.

‘You don’t get it, do you? I don’t stop kicking until you stop being a sexist prick.’ He was really starting to piss me off. I lifted my foot, hovering it over his package. He didn’t budge. I brought it down hard, the ball of my foot crushing his shaft while the back of my heel mashed his swelling gonads into the hard floor. I pressed down and twisted. Surely this had to be too much for him, I thought. But then his sad, tiny dick twitched. How was it still hard? I bent down to get a better look - Then gasped in shock. Bursts of precum slicked the sole of my boot.

This *fucking degenerate* actually liked it.

I grit my teeth. ‘You enjoying yourself?’ I nudged his leaking member from side to side, disgusted. ‘I going hard enough for you?’

He knew the game was up. He tried unsuccessfully to look triumphant while I was pulverising his manhood underfoot. ‘You totally fell for it. You’re such a psycho bitch, I knew it was gonna be easy.’

I smiled. ‘Well played. But I wonder… Do you have a limit?’

‘A limit? I - Uh - No… I mean…’ He trailed off with the realisation that no matter how he answered, his balls were forfeit.

‘Whatever. Don’t tell me. I’m gonna have more fun finding it myself.’ I allowed myself a malicious smile. He’d manipulated me into getting him off. The pervert deserved everything I was about to give him.

Ethan’s head hit the floor with a painful-sounding *thunk* as I grabbed his ankle and dragged him into the centre of the room, then stopped him dead with a heel in his junk. I dropped his foot and he squirmed and groaned again, but didn’t bother trying to escape. He’d accepted his fate.

‘I hope you don’t mind if I try a few new things.’ I tapped his spunk factories lightly with my toe again. Then again, slightly harder. Then with real force. With each kick, I watched his puny dick soften and shrink. ‘Hey! You’re supposed to be be enjoying this!’

He responded by grasping for his loins. He began to pleasure himself, but I kicked his hand away. ‘Nuh-uh. You wanted this. So you’re either gonna cum from the kicking… Or never cum again.’

His cock sprang back up comically fast. Nothing like a little castration threat to get his blood pumping. I was never going to do it; that was too far, even for a piece of shit like Ethan. But we both knew I could do it, and that was enough.

‘Good. Now. Where were we?’ I pretended to think for a second, then flicked my foot out, meeting his genitals with an incredibly gratifying squelch. Then, with each following kick, I drew my leg back just a little further. I started by holding my thigh up and hitting him with a flutter of little kicks, as fast as I could manage. Then a few punts from a standing position. And suddenly, I was in a fighting stance, throwing my full weight into every devastating blow to Ethan’s battered eggs. *Thud. Thud. Thud.* Every strike was ecstasy. I wasn’t even sure he was still conscious. All I could think about was how right this felt. Slowly, subconciously, my fingers drifted toward my own crotch. They brushed the moist fabric - and jerked away guiltily. Focus, *Riley.*

I worked him over systematically, letting kick after kick fly into him. I can’t be sure how long the beating lasted before a hoarse, strained plea brought me down from my euphoric trance. ‘Stop… please…’ I paused mid-swing and looked down at the sorry sight on the floor in front of me. He was crying and shivering. His scrotum was completely purple with bruises. He’d splooged all over his chest, and the semen and cold sweat dripped to the floor. I’d done this to him. I should have been horrified. So why was I proud?

‘Give me a reason.’

‘Please. I’ll do anything. I have… something to tell you. That you’ll want to know.’

I stepped back and raised an eyebrow. ‘This better be good.’

‘One of the guys… told me that you were kicking all the guys in the balls. That’s how I knew you’d -’

‘Who?’ I demanded. Suddenly my right heel was grinding his left gonad into the floor.

‘Mikey, it was Mikey, but I don’t know how he knew, I swear. Oh God, Riley, please -’

‘Lucky you.’ My heart was still pumping with adrenaline and fury, but I left the broken boy to lick his wounds and stormed out of the building. I couldn’t believe one of the assholes I’d stomped had ratted me out. A thought started to grow at the back of my mind. It was an uneasy feeling at first, but the second it was fully formed I knew I meant it with all my heart.

Someone was gonna lose a nut for this.