Girl Power! part 8 and 9: Snitches get Stomped

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


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


Part 5: https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/vz6y9t/girl\_power\_part\_5\_riley\_crushes\_a\_pervert/?utm\_source=share&utm\_medium=web2x&context=3


Part 6: https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/vzr9mm/girl\_power\_part\_6\_the\_point\_of\_no\_return/?utm\_source=share&utm\_medium=web2x&context=3

Part 7: https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/w0hs8o/girl\_power\_part\_7\_ballbusting\_liberation/?utm\_source=share&utm\_medium=web2x&context=3

8.


I spent the next morning preparing - Both physically and mentally. Although the very thought of it made me quiver, there was still a part of me that was uneasy about the permanence of what I was about to do. Could I really follow through with it?


Yes. I’d promised myself. I deserved this, and so did Jason. He was already pretty much half a man - I was just making it official. He’d get over it.


As for the physical preparation, I decided to change up my outfit. Since the circumstances were under my complete control this time around, I didn’t need to worry about efficiency. I swapped my unassuming black t-shirt/leggings combo for a tight, low-cut midriff-baring top and pleated miniskirt that I never wore at school. I shuddered at the thought of the disgusting stares I would have gotten if I did. But God, it felt good to look in the mirror and see the perfect figure of feminine power that I knew I was. Jason could stare all he wanted - Something told me he wouldn’t be thinking about my tits when I was crushing him under my heel.


Time flew by as I triple checked I had everything exactly right. It was 2:55 when the doorbell rang. It took unrivalled amounts of restraint to not sprint to the door and fling it open. I made myself stroll over as casually as I could. There was Jason on the doorstep, pale and breathing quickly. Without the extra height from my boots he stood a full head above me, but to him I may as well have been six feet tall. He was terrified. I smiled. ‘You’re early! I didn’t expect you to be so… eager for this.’


‘I just - can we - please let’s just do it,’ he stammered. And yet, even in his terror, his eyes still drifted down my top. Absolutely hopeless.


I raised an eyebrow. ‘Straight to business? OK then. Follow me.’ I gently, but firmly, seized his scrotum and pulled him toward me. Of course his cock was hard. I rubbed it gently with the heel of my palm just to mess with him as I led him upstairs by his balls. I was surprised when it started to twitch. Twenty seconds of touching and he was already on the edge?


‘Jason, can I ask you something?’ We entered my room. I sat down on the bed, pulling him down beside me, not releasing him from my grip. ‘Has a girl ever… you know, touched you here before?’


He hesitated, then shamefully shook his head.


Although this wasn’t really surprising given his attitude toward women, I suddenly pitied him. I sighed. I was still too soft. ‘Alright, look. You really don’t deserve this, but…’ I rubbed the outline of his shaft a few more times, then felt warmth as he began to soak his underwear. I still didn’t let go.


Jason gasped with each spurt. He opened his mouth to speak, but he was stunned.


My face hardened. ‘There. Are you done staring at my tits?’


He didn’t respond, but looked guilty. I continued. ‘Perfect. Now, I’m going to keep touching you there, but this time you’re… not going to enjoy it. Sorry.’ I stood and pulled him up off the bed, then finally let him go. He instantly moved to sit back down.


‘Hey!’ I slapped his balls indignantly and he overbalanced, crashing to the floor. ‘You sit where I tell you to.’ I rested my hands on my hips. ‘Jason, look. Here’s what’s going to happen. Just do exactly as I say, and everything will be fine, OK?’


He reluctantly spoke. ‘Yeah. I understand. Just… Riley…’


‘Mmm?’


‘You’re not going to pop them, are you?’


I smiled warmly. ‘Oh, baby, no. Only one of them.’


Jason’s eyes bulged out of his skull. He stuttered in his panic. ‘Please. N-no. I c-can’t -’


I rolled my eyes again. ‘We’ve been over this. I told you to keep your mouth shut. So now I need to show you what happens when you don’t listen to me. Because we can’t have this happening again, can we?’


He started another barely coherent plea, but I interrupted by pressing my toe gently into his sack. ‘OK, that’s it. Next time you beg, I decide to take the other one too.’ That shut him up. Unfortunately.


I clapped twice. ‘OK, let’s get started for real. Hold still.’


Jason obeyed while I fastened his wrists to the legs of my bed - ‘Because it’s no fun if you block,’ I rationalised. With the boy now completely helpless, I unbuttoned his pants and slid them down his legs. I immediately regretted letting him finish. He must have been pretty pent-up, because he’d creamed like a fire hydrant. I grit my teeth as I peeled away his ruined briefs, revealing his package.


His dick had softened, but not before coating itself in his own glistening jizz. Jason was modestly endowed, but would have looked bigger if he was less chubby. He’d worked up quite a temperature from the orgasm, so his gonads hung low in their sack. That was good - All the loose skin gave me more options for how to ruin him.


I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. This was it. I wrapped my thumb and index finger around the base of his scrotum, cupping the testes in my soft, welcoming palm. Then, gazing deep into his terrified eyes, I balled up my left hand and smashed the back of my hand down on his trapped gonads. Jason’s body spasmed, tugging desperately at his restraints. With no way to roll aside, his cojones bore the full force of the blow, each orb slightly indented by my knuckles. I followed up with another gleeful back-knuckle blow, then clasped my hands around his scrotum. I rolled it between my palms. I realised that, however improbable, this was the first time I’d held a man’s bare genitals in my hand. I massaged the soft tissue of his organs, finally understanding what I was holding. Something so essential to a man’s identity. So delicate. So… malleable.


I clenched my hands together, and at the initial shock an ‘Unghh’ escaped Jason’s mouth. Slowly, as I worked him, his throaty groans built into a piercing wail. I was wringing the masculinity out of him, twisting and kneading until the tears flowed from his eyes as freely as the sperm had from his now-shriveling member. He twisted his pelvis, searching for any angle that might bring some relief, but found none. My slender fingers carefully crushed him from all sides.


‘S - Stop…’ Jason’s moan was faint. I grinned. He was already breaking.


‘I said no pleading! God, it’s almost like you *want* me to castrate you,’ I taunted. But I relented, and he finally lay still.


I let him recover for a few minutes. I hoped he appreciated how nice I was being. Jason was lucky my compulsion to damage his sexual potency didn’t completely deprive me of empathy.


But I couldn’t let him take advantage of my kindness. The second his hands left his groin, one of mine took their place while the other undid his bindings. ‘Up! I wanna use my legs for a bit.’ I yanked his nads upward, and he scrambled up like he thought I might rip them off.


I pressed his chest firmly and he stumbled backward. ‘Back against the wall. Good boy.’ When he was in place, I released him and leaned into his shoulders. ‘We’re doing knees now, OK?’


He could do nothing but nod numbly. I planted my bare feet on the floor, then with a ‘Hya!’ I sprang up and threw a knee to his increasingly bruised babymakers. Without my high heels, it was harder to reach crotch height - I left the ground with each blow. His limp dick slapped his stomach as my kneecap pummeled him over and over. He clearly wanted to double over, but I held him up straight. My hits grew more and more vicious as he groaned and strained, until finally I pulled back and, gathering all my strength, drove a knee straight into his nuts that smashed them into the wall behind him. Gripping his shoulders, I pulled his body into mine, even as I drilled my knee in further. His balls painfully splayed to either side, stretching the skin of his nutsack around my knee.


He broke down into sobs - God, that was so gratifying - collapsing forward on top of my raised leg. The weight caught me off guard and I fell back. The impact jarred my tailbone, sending a shock up my spine that I felt in my teeth. But even worse, Jason fell on top me. His disgustingly still-slick cock pressed into my bare stomach, rubbing his seed all over me. I felt sick. All thoughts of fairness suddenly fell by the wayside.


‘Get off me, you prick!’ Enraged, I found the strength to throw him aside. He was barely conscious, but that didn’t matter. He’d just added another item to the list of things he needed to pay for. I brushed myself off, stood and kicked Jason’s legs apart. ‘This is really gonna fucking hurt.’


‘Riley… Didn’t mean to… Sorry… *Please*.’


The voice was barely a whisper. I had to admit his desperation turned me on, but I pretended not to hear him. I took careful aim and powered the top of my bare foot into the middle of his scrotum with a splat. His legs snapped together in a too-late attempt to defend himself. I leaned forward and pushed his knees apart. ‘Stay. The fuck. Down.’


I watched him tense his legs, doing his very best to keep them straight as he trembled. As I tapped him with my toes, watching him flinch with each touch, the sensation of my skin gently brushing against his lit a fire beneath my skirt; I was barely touching him, and yet here he was on the floor, still obediently presenting his testicles for me to utterly annihilate. The prospect of living out my deepest fantasies almost overwhelmed me, but I had to keep control. I had to wait for *just* the right moment.


I stepped forward and planted my heel in Jason’s naked groin. I twisted it, and felt the resistance of each individual gonad, pushing back harder the more weight I applied. After all the punishment, they were beaten and swollen, but still perfectly elliptical. It felt like a challenge.


*You’re not strong enough to go all the way.* The voice in my head willed me to prove it wrong. Without moving my foot, I bent down and picked up Jason’s legs by the ankles. Then I pulled hard, transferring all my weight onto the foot that was flattening his manhood. He tried to yell out in pain again, but it came out as a quiet groan.


I used the extra leverage to crush him harder than ever before. Energy rippled through me as I pumped my leg up and down, working pulses of torment out of his testicles. I tenderised his meat like this for a few more minutes before my own urges told me he’d had about enough. It was time.


I released Jason’s legs and patted his head gently. ‘Okay, it’s about to be all over. Time to be a big boy. And don’t make this harder than it has to be, okay?’


‘Y - you’re only doing one. Right?’ His words were barely audible.


‘Yeah. For now. Your cock’s still gonna work fine, so no whining.’


I grabbed a nice thick book off my shelf and slid it under his package, creating a hard surface to flatten it against. I pulled my boots on and swung my foot in the air. The boot felt like an extension of myself; like me, specifically designed for domination. I stepped forward, and with the soft toe flicked his flaccid shaft onto his stomach. ‘Hold that out of the way or it’s gonna get fucked up too.’


He immediately clutched his knob tightly. As I stepped onto the book, the tingles all over my body became concentrated in my crotch. This was it - The ultimate high. I eased my hand beneath my waistband. Despite everything, Jason was stiff again - He was clearly enjoying his direct view up my skirt, but it didn’t matter. This was about *me*. I began to touch myself, my fingers finding their way instinctively to the root of my arousal. I let out an involuntary moan of my own as I brought myself to the edge, then stopped. I looked down, meeting the boy’s awestruck, petrified gaze.


‘Say goodbye to your nut.’ I turned, raised my right knee to my chest and stomped. There was a sickening squelch under my thick wooden heel, and an agonised wail escaped from Jason’s throat. I barely noticed either sound - I was in Heaven. I stomped again, this time feeling less distance between my boot and the platform my target rested on. A third almighty stomp, and at long last, the brutalised organ caved in. The manly goo erupted from its crippled container. I nearly collapsed from the force of my orgasm.


9.


Jason was limp as I finished the testicle off, carefully squashing any remaining chunks under my dainty toe. He had held his dick while I was stomping, but his arms had fallen by his side and its 3 or so inches now flopped lamely onto my foot. I groaned. At that moment, part of me felt like finishing the job. He was right there, barely conscious. His last ball was clearly outlined, floating alone in the mashed leftovers of its twin. It would be so easy…


But no. Why make him a eunuch right now when I could keep him underfoot as long as I wanted? As long as he remained even half a man, he was my plaything. He’d never have the gall to ignore my threats now that he knew the consequences. Besides, his were hardly the only genitals that warranted destruction.


The pitiful creature laid broken at the foot of my bed, while I laid on top of it, panting, reliving every gloriously perverted second of my first testicular rupture. The muffled ‘thud’ of my heel hitting the hard platform through his now-flat scrotum as he got what he deserved. The overwhelming, sublime finality of what I’d just done. And the visceral certainty that my first would not be my last.


After a brief period of recovery, a moan from the floor told me the boy had regained consciousness. I watched curiously as he struggled to pull himself upright with one hand, cradling his maimed crotch with the other. His legs shook violently, but he managed to stand up just enough to lift himself onto the bed next to me. I sat up.


‘You can put your pants back on now.’ I grabbed his clothing from the floor and lobbed it in his direction. He didn’t need to be asked twice, suddenly moving with more purpose than I’d seen since he’d arrived. As soon as he was modest again, though, he winced and clutched himself again.


‘Urgh - Riley…’ He started, uneasily. He rolled over to face me. For the first time, it was him that stared deep into my eyes. He was searching for something. Remorse? Sympathy?


I raised an eyebrow. ‘What?’


‘Please. Just tell me… Why?’


I’m not sure why the question hit me so hard. It wasn’t as if I owed him an answer. Maybe it just finally forced me to admit the answer to myself. I hesitated for just a second before I spoke. ‘Because… I needed to.’


It was true. As much as he’d earned his extreme punishment, I couldn’t deny that I administered it purely for my own joy.


I watched his eyes well up again with despair and confusion. He’d never really understand why I did it. I don’t think anyone could. But he knew now that I would never regret it.