Birthday Spankings [ballbusting][wrestling][FFm][Femdom][Non-Fiction]

This story is 100% true, the only thing that has been changed are the names to protect their identities.
This story depicts consensual non consent acts of ball busting and domination.

I went to university in a college town. Attendance for the school was around 15,000 people. Also, the top programs at the school were teaching and nursing, so over 60% of the student body were women. For all these reasons, I seemed to have a lot of female friends. The dynamic between me and my female friends ranged from close friends whom I saw a lot to those I only saw at parties. In fact, the majority of my friends were women.


By the end of my tenure at school it had become very well known amongst my female friends (and inadvertently many of the guys friends as well) that I had a ball busting fetish. Sometimes they knew about it because I got drunk and voluntarily told them all about it, sometimes it was from word of mouth, sometimes it was from drinking games involving truth or dare kind of situations. Regardless, they all knew about it and my balls often became a target.


A lot of them never hit my balls because they thought it was mean, even though I assured them that even though it hurt I still enjoyed it. Some of my female friends were ruthless, taking any opportunity they could to catch me off guard and smack me in the balls. The majority of them, however, just did it every now and then, when the mood struck. This quick little story is about that third group, the ones that did it when the mood struck.


Every once in a while when I was drinking I would send out horny text messages to some of the female friends in my phone, many of which either fell in that second or third category of ball busters, the ruthless and the opportunistic. I would send something along the lines of “sit on my face,” or “suck me beautiful.” For some reason, during the beginning of my Birthday week, I got extra daring and sent out, “It’s my birthday tomorrow, next time you see me, don’t forget to give me my birthday (ball) spankings.” Many would reply with (if they replied at all that is), “you better watch out,” or “mmmhmmm yeah, sure,” or they would just send back emojis involving balls and hands making gestures. Either way, no strong leads.


A couple days go by and it’s Friday night, the day after my birthday. A close friend of mine is throwing a party and I am over there drinking beer and chatting with friends. There is a keg of beer and about 30 people at the party, most of them I know quite well. Since my birthday was yesterday, I completely forgot all about that and the text messages I sent. I just relax and have some fun.


A couple hours go by and my friend Allison comes up to me and gives me a big hug. Allison is super cute and a few years younger than me. She is around 5’5” tall, shoulder length dirty blonde hair, green eyes, and a fair complexion. She is fairly fit with very perky B cup breasts. Allison is great, she is kind of a new age hippy. She is really into EDM concerts, raves, and good vibes. She’s only teased me about ball busting in the past but generally, she had never busted me before. “How are you doing tonight?” she asked.


“Oh, I am just peachy,” I reply, quite buzzed.


“That’s good! You having fun?”


“Yeah, yeah. Just getting my drink on. Probably going to play some beer pong later.”


“Fun! Beer Pong sounds super fun!” She pauses a moment and continues on, “I was wondering if you wanted to see something quick?” she asked with a little smirk in her eyes.


“Umm, what kind of thing?” I asked hesitantly but really I was only filling the time. I knew I would check out anything she wanted to show me. She was super cute and I had no reason not to.


“Oooh it’s nothing,” she flirtatiously responded. “Just something kinda fun.”


“HA, ok. I’m sold. Lead the way,” I playfully fired back.


She smiled at me and took my free hand leading me across the livingroom floor and into the hallway. She stopped in front of one of the closed bedroom doors and knocked twice before opening the door. She stepped inside the lit up bedroom and pulled me in behind her. Once inside I see another friend of mine, Tabitha, sitting on the bed, drinking a mixed drink and playing on her phone.


Tabitha is an interesting character. She is roughly the same age as me (most of the other women in my friend group were younger because I got a slow start in college). She is not fat or even thick really but she is built sturdy. If she fell down a flight of stairs she would probably pop back up unphased. She was 5’8”, shoulder length dark colored hair with light highlights, brown eyes and very tanned (and somewhat wrinkly) skin. Her tanned skin didn’t come from tanning booths, it came from riding on Harleys. She was a biker, a metal-head, and very rough around the edges. “Hey Mike, how they hangin’!?” Tabitha asked playfully.


“Oh, I am just fine and dandy, how are you?” I responded.


“Oh, fine. Fine,” she tried to speed the conversation along.


“I forgot you lived here,” I slowly remembered that she moved in with my friend a couple months ago.


“Yeah, it’s pretty nice here.”


“Yeah, Gary is a cool dude,” I agreed.


While Tabitha and I are chatting Allison closes the bedroom door behind me then grabs my beer from my other hand and takes a sip. No big deal, I think to myself, it’s a kegger and everybody shares cups anyways. After drinking from my cup Allison sets my cup down on top of a large dresser next to the door instead of handing it back to me. That’s a little weird, why not just give it back to me?


“Yeah he is,” Tabitha agrees, “Say….Allison tells me that it’s your birthday?” Tabitha says with a great smile forming on her face.


“Um, well it was yesterday actually,” I replied nervously. For a bit of background, yes, I have a ball busting fetish. And yes, I like getting some pain in the balls. But generally, it is only sexy to look back at the pain, not to experience it. I ALWAYS thwart or block any ballbusting attempts in the moment if I can help it, it’s just instinct.


Tabitha continued on, “Allison informed me that you sent her a dirty text message a few days back? Something about wanting some birthday spankings to your balls?”


Tabitha wasn’t shy about it in the slightest. I however flushed with embarrassment immediately. I felt the blood rush to my face as it reddened and rushed to my cock as well with excitement. Hearing her say spankings to my balls, got me all sorts of excited. “Ummm, well. It was mostly a joke,” I sheepishly squeaked out.


“It didn’t sound much like a joke…” Tabitha responded in a playful yet serious tone.


I’m doomed. My mouth wrote a check and now Tabitha is here to cash it. Before I could respond Allison pounced on my back like a spider monkey, “yeeeee…hawwww,” Allison let out.


I spun around with Allison on my back and while I did Tabitha quickly set down her phone and drink on the nightstand and joined the fray. Matched with just Allison I had no problem fending her off, but Tabitha was a whole other ballgame. She wasn’t much smaller than me, and she was tough as nails.


Once I got Allison off my back, Tabitha and I grappled and eventually ended up on the floor. There we rolled around for a bit, each of us struggling to get the upper hand. I’m not going to lie, I am 6’1” and a little over 200lbs, I have never been outmatched by a woman but Tabitha was giving me a run for my money.


She was freakishly strong, or maybe I was just off my game or buzzed. Whatever it was, we didn’t wrestle for long. Before I knew what was happening Tabitha had me on my back and she was sitting on my chest facing away from me. My arms had their range of motion limited and were pinned to the floor under Tabitha’s shins. She was very good at leveraging what weight she had to keep me pinned. Like I said before, she was built sturdy but not overweight. Feeling quite vulnerable I began to try to use my legs to kick out of this position. Hoping that I could contort my body enough to free one of my arms.


This is when Allison got back into the mix. She grabbed at my ankles and lifted my legs in a V shape. Suspecting a stomp to the balls in my future I twisted as much as I could and my ankles became too much for Allison to control, they were slipping from her grasp.


“Give me his legs,” Tabitha ordered.


Allison pushed and pulled my legs up into the air and folded me up towards Tabitha. Tabitha took each ankle and locked them under each one of her corresponding armpits and clasped her hands together in the front securing my ankles in place.


Now I really was stuck, this had to be some sort of pro wrestling move or something. I couldn’t move a thing. This 5’8” biker chick had me pinned on my back with my arms stuck under her legs, my ankles secured firmly under her armpits, my ass up in the air with my legs semi- spread, and I couldn’t do a damn thing about it. Pleased with the turn of events they paused for a moment and shared a laugh at my predicament. I tried to twist and contort but I didn’t budge. Tabitha laughed some more and I just laid there, out of breath. This position could be easily maintained by Tabitha requiring little to no effort so she held tight as she caught her breath.


A minute or so goes by and all of us have caught our breath. “Ready for those birthday spankings Mike?” Tabitha teased.


“Um no, not really,” I strained. It was tough to talk with her weight on my chest.


“Haha too bad. You asked for this! Go ahead Allison.”


Allison hunched over my ass and smacked down lightly on the middle of my ass towards my parted legs, making direct contact with that tight area between my ass hole and balls, the taint I think it’s called. It stung but hurt nowhere near what a ball smack would. “Uhhh” I let out a small groan.


“One!” Allison counts out excitedly.


Four more smacks, all on my taint once again but slowly making their way to my balls.


“Two, Three, Four, Five.” I let out more low groans but nothing noteworthy.


Tabitha seems a little dismayed, “Allison, smack more towards the front of him. His balls are probably drooping down the other way.”


“Ahhh, Ok,” Allison replied. She put her hand between my knees and lightly smacked downward into my crotch.


“Oooooooh,” I groaned. Direct hit. It wasn’t very hard but she got both balls squarely. The pain was sharp and quick, it seemed to travel almost instantly into my stomach.


“Six,” Allison counted out proudly. She looked up at Tabitha and smiled. “That one felt like a good one.”


“I think so too. He is groaning pretty good,” Tabitha agreed.


Before I could say or do anything besides groan came four more light smacks of similar force. “Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten.”


I continued to groan, getting louder and more labored as time went on. I was sick to my stomach and my balls were alive with shooting pain. I tried to kick out my legs but I was already weakening due to the impacts on my balls. Tabitha clenched her hands together tighter, further tightening the grip her arms had around my ankles.


Now that Allison could see that I could handle the impacts rather well, she began to hit them faster and with increasing force, counting along louder to match the intensity.


“11……….12…...13….14...15,” Allison counted out looking up at Tabitha between hits for reassurance. The two womens’ energy seemed to feed off of one another. Tabitha began excitedly counting along with her.


Together they counted, “16, 17.” The pain was growing greatly. I twisted and contorted, but I barely moved at all. All that resulted was that my butt wiggled side to side a little bit, but Allison had no trouble tracking the (barely) moving targets.


“18, 19, 20!!!” Allison stopped for a moment. “How old are you again Mike?”


I was breathing very heavily but between the labored breaths I was able to squeak out, “18.”


“Ha ha,” Allison laughed sarcastically.


“Mike, you are an old fuck aren’t you? Aren’t you like 30?” Tabitha barked.


More heavy breathing…”Ha, no…..I am actually 27,” I relented, kind of ashamed.


“Ahh,” they both acknowledged in unison.


“21!!....22!!!,” Allison smacked and continued on, counting out on her own, this time with great force.


Her hits were getting a little sloppy at this point. The first one came down mostly on my left nut and the second mostly on the right. The pain however was still very intense. The pain in my stomach seemed amplified in this position with me crunched up, like the path from the nerves in my stomach to my brain was somehow shorter now.


“23!!....24!!!,” Allison pushed ahead. She seemed to really be enjoying herself, each smack getting harder and harder still. My balls were throbbing, pinned between my body and my pants pulled tight by this precarious position. All I could do was moan and groan. Tabitha’s weight on my chest seemed to be ever increasing. I had never felt so pinned, so helpless at the hands of a woman (at least not without any bondage gear being used that is).


Tabitha halted Allison for a moment. “Allison, make these last couple count! We want him to feel them until next year!”


Too weak to voice any protest I simply clenched what I could and prepared for the worst.


Allison responded with a resounding, “Ok!” She paused for a moment to take it all in. Something had been awoken within her. “Here we go, Mike. Hope you are ready,” she taunted.


It didn’t really sound like her anymore. The voice went from the cute and bubbly girl that I used to know, to a business-like tone, assertive with little emotion behind it. I was very worried. Allison balled up her hand into a fist and brought it down hard into my crotch. The crushing hammer fist strike was devastating. For a brief moment it felt like my nuts had been crushed flat. Thankfully they bounced back into form. “25!!,” she belted out.


Before the pain of the strike could be fully realized, she brought her powerful fist down into my crotch with a crash once more. “26!!!” they both exclaimed in unison.


“Last one!” Tabitha reminded enthusiastically.


I was gasping for air like a fish out of water even though the pain still hadn’t fully hit yet from the previous two hits. Early on the pain seemed to come in faster being scrunched up in this position, but now the pain seemed to be temporarily held back, like a small dam was holding back the raging waters of insurmountable pain.


“And……………27!!!”


The hardest strike yet. The force from her fist sent shockwaves throughout my body. I hadn’t felt it immediately but I knew the devastating hit would be accompanied by tremendous pain. What felt like a dam now felt like a dormant volcano, powerfully rumbling under the cool, calm surface, about to blow.


Allison stood up and backed away from me with caution, like someone would flee a ticking time bomb.


Tabitha slowly unclenched her hands, releasing the pressure on my ankles and finally let them go. They fell to the floor with a thump as I uncurled my body. The true pain began to surface. Tabitha leaned forward and rose to her feet. As she did it seemed like all pain channels were now open. Pain could move freely about my body. All messages delivered. The volcano of pain had begun to erupt and I was powerless to stop it.


I quickly rolled over to my side and curled up in a fetal position. I let out a noise I hadn’t really heard before. Something between a whimper and a low groan, as I tried to catch my breath. I cradled my balls but it did nothing to stop the waves of pain washing over me. I laid there rocking for what seemed like an eternity but was probably only 30 seconds or so while both women stood back and enjoyed their handiwork. They were chatting and giggling amongst themselves but I couldn’t really focus on anything they said, pain was all I knew.


They either got bored of watching me or anxious to rejoin the party so they began to make their way towards the door. Allison grabbed my beer off the dresser and walked back over to me, setting the beer down on the ground inches from my face. “I hope you had fun Birthday Boy.”


Tabitha chimed in, “Yeah, hope you had fun. Happy Birthday!”


“Mmmmhmmmmfff,” was all I could respond.


“You can hang out in my room as long as you need,” Tabitha said with a wink and blew me a kiss. The two women then left the bedroom and closed the door behind them giggling as they made their way.


Me, I just continued to lay there for another 10-15 minutes as the pain slowly began to fade. Did that really just happen? Holy crap, that was wild. I am going to feel this for weeks (I did). I slowly sat up and drank from my beer. Once I was sure I could stand upright again I got up and rejoined the party. I had a slight limp for the remainder of the party and throughout the night I would occasionally catch one of the two girls looking at me and they give me a wink or a smile.