Ballbuster in Training (Riley teaches Ellie to crush testicles)

These characters are from my story 'Girl Power!' which can be found here:

[https://www.reddit.com/user/notBBaccount/comments/ypmb9f/all\_my\_ballbusting\_stories/](https://www.reddit.com/user/notBBaccount/comments/ypmb9f/all_my_ballbusting_stories/)

Thanks to u/TumbleweedBulky9603 for suggesting this story!

The actual ballbusting starts in chapter 2 if you're not so into the setup.

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Back in my last year of high school, I was convinced my ball-crushing crusade had cost me my best friend. The day that Eleanor walked away from me, she made it clear that she would never abide my extreme form of vigilante justice - I was just a psychopath with heroic delusions. But however much she disapproved of my methods, I knew she was quietly appreciative of the results.


It’s true that we seldom spoke for the remainder of the year, but even from a distance her change in demeanor was clear. Like so many of the other girls, she no longer swerved hurriedly around boys in the hallway in anticipation of an intrusive hand on her waist or buttock - She strode past them without so much as a sideways glance. And whenever I caught her looking in my direction, what used to be a fearful stare had become a look of understanding.


I always hoped she’d come around. We’d been inseparable for years before I discovered my affinity for putting men in their place. It was devastating when we were torn apart by something that I really believed would bring us closer together. Which is why it was such a pleasant surprise when, a few months after graduation, I received a message out of the blue.


*Hi, Riley. I know we haven’t been talking for a while. And I think maybe that was for the best. I just needed some time to think. But I’d really like to see you, if that’s okay with you.*


I’d been hoping for this message for months, but I couldn’t let her know that. *That would be nice,* I replied. *This Friday maybe?*


We decided to meet for coffee on Friday morning. Eleanor was already there when I arrived, curled up in a booth in the back corner of the cafe, timidly nursing a mug. I slid casually into the seat across from her. For a second we sat in silence, unsure of who was meant to make the first move, but eventually she ventured a simple ‘Hey.’


‘Hey,’ I reciprocated. ‘So… how are you, uh…’


‘I think you were right,’ Ellie blurted out, stopping me mid-sentence. ‘It took me a long time to see it, and I don’t agree with everything you did, but I think you made the school a better place.’


I was stunned. ‘Jeez, Ellie, that’s... I thought I was a psycho to you.’


She nodded. ‘Well… maybe. But I didn’t realise how good we had it because of you. I’ve just started college, and the frat boys are *disgusting.* The things they’re willing to say to our faces… None of the boys at school even *thought* that stuff. And I keep finding myself wishing someone would teach them a lesson.’


‘I mean, don’t get me wrong, I don’t wanna *torture* them like you do,’ she hastily clarified. ‘I still think that’s pretty messed up. But maybe a good swift kick? Do you think you could… help me?’


I smiled. Nothing soured a girl’s opinion on men more than spending time with them. ‘I would *love* to -’


‘Oh, thank you so much.’ Ellie exhaled in relief, but I wasn’t finished.


‘- But here’s the thing. I can’t always be there to crotch-stomp every guy who comes near you. So how about I teach you to do it yourself?’


The meek girl gasped. ‘Riley, I couldn’t. I know that... hurting people… comes naturally to you, but that’s not normal. I can’t do that.’


‘I know. So how about we start off easy? I have a self-defense class tomorrow. You should come along.’


Ellie took a deep breath to calm herself, then slowly nodded. ‘Okay. If it’s what I have to do to get rid of those guys.’


And it was decided.


2.


The next morning, I slipped into my workout gear - White trainers, pale pink yoga pants and a matching crop top - and headed to the gym where the classes took place. I’d been going for a few months now, and I felt more powerful with each lesson. My already-solid strikes were becoming devastatingly accurate.


As I waited for the other participants - all of them women - to trickle in, I saw Ellie slink in the door. Her plain black workout clothes hugged her lithe figure - Not as muscular as my own, I noted, but slim and athletic. Her straw-blonde hair was pulled into a messy bun. I waved her over and she hurried to my side.


‘Hey, Riley. I still don’t know about this.’


I comforted her with a hand on her shoulder. ‘You’ll be fine. Just watch what everyone else does.’


Soon enough, we began training, taking turns punching, kneeing, kicking, palm-striking and otherwise assaulting the pads our male instructors held for us. I could tell that, although they knew they couldn’t be harmed, they were a little scared of me. I saw my partner flinch with each knee that slammed with a meaty *thud* into the target. On the last strike, I pulled myself in slightly closer to the shaken man, missing his crotch by a few inches. ‘Thanks!’ I grinned and skipped away, satisfied that his heart was pounding.


When it was Eleanor’s turn, I watched her timidly place her hands over the instructor’s and swing her leg up so softly that it would barely register as a blow. ‘No, put your weight into it,’ I heard him explain. ‘You want to drive your knee *through* the target. Imagine you’re crushing his, ah, well…’ I stifled a giggle as he trailed off. Even the toughest men were so fragile underneath.


Following his instruction, she scrunched up her pretty face in determination and delivered a much firmer knee. ‘Good, good,’ the instructor praised her. ‘Remember that, because we’re going to be trying it against attackers in padded suits in a moment.’


I squealed internally. This was a rare chance to whale on a man’s groin and have him actually *praise* you for it.


One by one the other women took their turns with the foam-covered man. He’d lumber at them, grab their shoulders and try to pull them to the ground, before inevitably receiving a fist to the head and a trainer between the legs, then flopping over lamely in mock defeat. It was reassuring to see how much the women enjoyed it, giggling as their assailant played up the injury. But I wished it was real. I was going to *make* it real.


When it was my turn, I stepped forward, squared up to the guy and raised my fists. Maybe if he’d cared enough to notice the mischievous glint in my eye it would have given him pause, but he sauntered forward, going through the motions. He’d not quite reached me when I tensed my entire lower body, sprang forward and slammed my instep into his padded crotch as hard as I could.


Even through the inch of foam, I’d clearly hurt him. This time, his groans were earnest as he held himself. I lifted my foot again and pressed the sole gently against his chest. He overbalanced, leaving him spreadeagled on the mat.


‘Hey, wait -’ He lifted his hands in protest as I wound up and punted him in the groin again. His body jolted with the impact. I spun and strode back to the edge of the room, where I watched with my hands on my hips as he struggled to stand up.


I nudged the awestruck Ellie with my elbow. ‘That’s how it’s done,’ I whispered.


When the man was standing again after a minute or so, he addressed the class. ‘What Riley did there was, ah, very smart. If your attacker is on the ground, you’ll want to make sure he won’t get up and chase you. A kick to the groin is a very efficient option for this. However, I’d ask you not to practice this with full force. The suits, well, they only cushion the blow a little.’ He gave an embarrassed smile.


I looked around. Most of the other women were giggling excitedly. I hoped I’d planted the idea in their heads.


Ellie’s turn came next. She stood her ground as the instructor came toward her, pushing his arms off her shoulders and landing a couple of soft but lightning-quick kicks to the crotch. She was a fast learner.


As we cooled down after the lesson, I asked Ellie what she thought of the experience.


‘Oh, God, it’s nerve-racking,’ she breathed. ‘And I feel bad about hitting them. But I gotta admit… when that kick connects, it makes you feel pretty strong.’


I smiled encouragingly. ‘That’s a great start! Now we just need to work through those inhibitions about hurting guys.’


She was apprehensive. ‘I’ve said it before, Riley. I’m not like you. I don’t *like* hurting them.’


‘Well, you don’t need to *like* it. You can just… stop caring. You said it makes you feel strong? Then focus on that part.’
I continued, ‘Are there any specific guys you think need an attitude adjustment?’


‘Well, yeah. His name’s Zac, and he won’t leave me alone. He keeps ‘accidentally’ touching my ass when he passes me, but it’s *so* *obvious* what he’s doing.’


‘So it would be pretty easy to convince him to go somewhere with you? For example, my apartment?’ I gave her a pointed look.


Eleanor snorted. ‘For a night with me and my hot friend? Ha, I wouldn’t even have to try.’


‘Perfect. Tell him next Friday at seven.’


She nodded. ‘Okay. But it stops when I say,’ she said firmly.


As I walked home, I started making plans. Soon, Ellie would be a fully-fledged ballbuster.


3.


Friday night couldn’t come soon enough. In the hours before my guests’ arrival, I made sure everything was perfect. I turned the lights down low and put on some smooth music to set the mood. If I wanted Zac to let his guard down I had to look the part of the seductress, so I slipped into my shortest plaid skirt and a cleavage-baring white halter top. On my feet I wore black Mary Janes and white knee socks. I hoped I was pulling off the schoolgirl look, but more importantly I just liked the extra weight the thick-soled shoes added.


There was a knock at the door. I swung it open, and there was Eleanor, all dolled up in black leather pants, knee-high boots and a tube top. She was striking, but as powerful as her body looked, her face told a different story. Her deep blue eyes were fixed nervously on the arm draped around her shoulder.


To her left stood a young man, about Ellie’s height, with a self-assured look on his face. His casual T-shirt-and-jeans combo told me he thought he had a lot to offer in other areas. He was certainly slim and handsome, but the rest remained to be seen.


I decided I should take the lead. ‘Well… you must be Zac,’ I cooed, swinging around the doorframe and pressing a finger to his chest. ‘I’m Riley. *So* nice to meet you.’ I beckoned the pair inside.


Zac reached out and took my hand. ‘Eleanor says you’ve got some… special skills. I can’t wait to see them in action.’


I raised an eyebrow. ‘You have no idea,’ I purred.


Zac and Ellie followed me to the living room. I motioned for Zac to sit down on the couch, then quickly pulled Ellie aside and took both her hands in mine. ‘Just follow my lead, OK?’ I whispered. ‘You’ll be fine.’


‘Hey, don’t worry, ladies, I’m enough man for both of you.’ Zac grinned at us, oblivious. ‘So, are we gonna get started?’


I rolled my eyes. The horny idiot couldn’t wait 30 seconds. ‘Ooh, ready to go, are we? Okay, big boy, let’s see what you’ve got.’ I climbed onto his lap, straddling him on my knees, pushing my chest out. He giggled giddily, leaning forward and pressing his face into my breasts. He was completely oblivious, lost in a world of pleasure as I unbuttoned his jeans and slipped my hand under the tough fabric. My fingers slid along the length of his already-solid, average-sized shaft, stroking it gently through his underwear. I felt him shiver as I reached the root and cupped his manhood in my palm, feeling the familiar weight of each individual testicle.


I pushed him away with my free hand and stared deep into his eyes. ‘Are you ready?’


‘Oh yeah.’ Zac nodded, staring back at me with bated breath.


I smiled sweetly. ‘I hope this fucking hurts.’ My skilled fingers constricted his nuts and he roared in pain.


He thrashed wildly as I tightened my grip. ‘Let - go - you - fucking - whore -’ he growled, prompting me to squeeze the life out of his genitals with all my might.


He swung at me and barely missed my face. I turned to Ellie, who was frozen in shock. ‘Ellie, grab his arms! Fast!’ I hissed. She hurriedly followed my instruction, grabbing him from behind and holding his arms over his head. Restrained, he gradually stopped struggling beneath me, and his shouts turned to whimpers as I sapped the energy from his body through his weakest point.


When I was satisfied Zac was in too much pain to retaliate, I relented and climbed off him. I yanked his jeans off and pushed his thighs apart, exposing the soft target. ‘Okay, I’ve softened him up. Let’s swap spots.’


‘Riley, I still don’t think I can do this -’


‘Sure you can. Here, let me help you.’ I walked around the back of the sofa and took Zac’s hands from Ellie. ‘Now you go do whatever you want to him. Start soft if you want.’


Ellie looked uncertain, but she steeled herself and walked around the sofa. She stared down the helpless boy in front of her. ‘Just so we’re clear, this is for all the times you grabbed my ass.’ She lifted her boot and took aim.


‘Ellie, no, wait, I’m sorry - ARGH!’ She buried her heel in Sam’s junk. Leaning forward, she crushed his orbs into the seat, looking up at me for approval.


I nodded breathlessly. This was a spectacle to behold. Reassured, she lifted his legs and used them as leverage to pull herself into him. She grit her teeth as he wailed, grinding her foot as far into his pelvis as it would go. Suddenly, the once-timid young woman was the image of dominance. She gave him one final vicious stomp and stepped back, panting and brushing her golden locks out of her eyes.


‘Holy shit, Riley, I just did that. I just stomped his balls, and, and… I don’t feel bad for him.’


I smiled. ‘See? I told you. You just have to remember he deserves it.’


Zac groaned. ‘I do… fucking… not…’


I gestured to Ellie, then to the battered gonads. ‘Wanna fix that attitude?’


She nodded and climbed on top of the reclining Zac, hands on his shoulders. He stared up at her pleadingly, but Eleanor cocked back her leg and rammed her leather-clad kneecap in between his thighs. He convulsed out of sheer agony. She pulled back again and threw her weight into him as she kneed him twice more.


As the boy went limp, I saw a change in Ellie’s face. ‘I’m gonna make sure he’s… intact.’ She pulled his briefs away, and the results of our teamwork were evident. His scrotum was clearly swollen and tender from the stomping, kneeing and squeezing. Ellie looked surprised at what she’d achieved.


‘Jeez, I think that’s gotta be about enough. Riley… Did you want to give him one more?’


‘Fuck yes.’ I dropped Zac’s arms and dragged him off the couch onto the floor. He didn’t even protest as the toe of my Mary Jane ever-so-softly nudged his sack, ensuring perfect aim. I took two steps back, and with a running start I punted his genitals as hard as I could. The smack of soft skin against hard leather was the most orgasmic sound I had ever heard, rivaled only by the sobbing of a defeated man.


I sat down on the sofa to catch my breath. Ellie was cross-legged on the floor next to the unconscious, thoroughly emasculated Zac, with her hand on his chest. Satisfied when she felt it rise and fall, she looked up at me, concerned.


‘Christ, Riley, I didn’t think you’d kick him *that* hard.’


I shrugged. ‘It sounded worse than it was. But that stomp of yours? That *really* fucked him up.’


‘Oh, God… You think so? It just felt really good to have an outlet for all that anger. But I hope I didn’t, like, permanently damage him.’


‘Whatever. It’s not like that would be a bad thing. Nothing teaches a guy to respect you like a little reminder that you can take his manhood away on a whim. And hey, now when you see him acting like a totally different man, you can think to yourself, *I did that*. And that’s the greatest fucking feeling.’


Ellie sighed. ‘You’re right. I’m glad I did it. So… what do we do with him now?’


‘Wait for him to come to and make sure he’ll keep his mouth shut. On pain of castration.’


‘...Alright. But you wouldn’t actually do that. Right?’ Ellie frowned at me.


I sometimes forgot no one knew I’d neutered Mr. Hayes. I hadn’t gone all the way on a guy since, but I ached to. The despair he exuded was like a drug. Still, Ellie didn’t have to know that. ‘Nah. Just gotta make sure I scare him.’


‘Good.’ Less on edge now, Ellie changed the subject. ‘So… There’s a couple more guys I could use your help with. If that’s okay.’


I grinned. ‘Just tell me whose balls we need to smash.’