Saturday, August 17, 2019
BallsBounty downloads
BallsBounty is definitely the longest work I've every completed. It's even long enough that it's not really a short story, but, in fact, a novella. So I thought I'd share it in epub and pdf (formatted for roughly paperback size). Enjoy!
BallsBounty Epilogue
Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
It was about ten months later, and everything had been going well. Our personalities had really clicked, and I was loving having her as my girlfriend. In addition to just the normal couple things, the ballbusting was amazing. Kicking, kneeing, squeezing, slapping, pulling, and punching had all become a regular part of our foreplay. Normally she’d take her top off and we’d spend about a half an hour with some mix of me worshipping her tits and her beating the crap out of my balls before we even got anywhere close to actual sex.
And when we did get to the sex that was amazing, too. She would always ride on top of me and once I was inside, she liked making these tiny little motions where she leaned just a little forward or back in order to just barely move the tip of my cock against her g-spot. It would make her cum so hard, but I barely got any stimulation. So usually, I would be there rock hard inside her while she got off over and over again for a half hour or so. And then sometimes she would move more and let me cum inside her, but more than half the time, she would just slide me out and tell me that she was done with me. Let me tell you, nothing brings on the blue balls quicker than that.
I often had to wait two or three days between orgasms, so I was pretty horny most of the time. One time she had teased me for a week straight until I was a mess.
On this particular day, we’d had sex in the afternoon, after what was actually a much more gentle ball busting than usual, and it had ended, like it often did, with her just climbing off and leaving my hard cock waving in the air. Afterwards, she’d changed into an outfit which seemed familiar for some reason, but I couldn’t quite place it. The outfit was a very tight and short mini skirt which showed off her lovely legs and a very tight sweater which hugged her pointy tits. Also, she very clearly wasn’t wearing a bra, which I thought was pretty damned sexy.
I had trouble keeping my hands off her, but she didn’t mind. It helped that Emma had gone home for the weekend, so we had the place to ourselves. Zepz wasn’t letting things go any further than the occasional grope, however. And then, that evening, after dinner, while we were cuddling on the couch watching some television (and occasionally groping each other), there was a knock on her door.
“You should get that,” she told me. So I did.
When I opened the door, I was very surprised to see Whitney. “Oh, uh, hi!” I said.
“Hi!” she said with a big grin like she was excited about something, although I wasn’t sure what. As she came in I realized that she was wearing the same outfit that Zepz was and that’s when it clicked why it was familiar: it was the exact same outfit that Whitney had worn when she’d kneed my balls at the start of the whole BallsBounty adventure.
“So, um, what’s up?” I asked.
But rather than let Whitney answer, that’s when Zepz intervened. “Surprise!” she said. “I’ve planned something special for you.” When I turned to look, she was smiling as she got out a tripod and started to attach her phone to it. She continued, “It occurred to me that when you were rescuing me, you didn’t really get to enjoy the ballbusting because you were worried about me and about what was going on. And because it all happened so quickly. So we’re doing it all over again. I used BallsBounty to contact all the different girls who kicked or kneed you and explained the whole story, about how I got kidnapped and how you took all those kicks in order to save me, but also how you do have a fetish for it but hadn’t really gotten to enjoy it. And they all agreed that you deserve a reward kicking, although some of them wanted another fifty dollars and Devya insisted that she get to wear the boots this time.”
I swallowed nervously at that news, but otherwise, my cock was now stiffening in my pants.
She continued, “So this time, we’re going to do things a little more slowly, one girl or group of girls per night. And we’ll get video of all of them, and I’m going to participate too. I even went tiny bikini shopping with Alyssa.” Just thinking about that made my mouth dry and my cock hard. “Oh, and some of them like Whitney here asked if they could do more than one kick, oh, knee in her case, and I told them that of course they could.”
“I need the practice,” Whitney said, smiling at me with a distinctly predatory grin. I swallowed hard, remembering how hard the knee had been.
“And, of course,” Zepz continued with a grin, “like last time, no cumming until you rescue me. How does that all sound?”
“It sounds amazingly hot,” I said, as I shut the door. I turn towards them and spread my legs apart. Zepz turned on the camera and Whitney began my first reward busting.
The End
It was about ten months later, and everything had been going well. Our personalities had really clicked, and I was loving having her as my girlfriend. In addition to just the normal couple things, the ballbusting was amazing. Kicking, kneeing, squeezing, slapping, pulling, and punching had all become a regular part of our foreplay. Normally she’d take her top off and we’d spend about a half an hour with some mix of me worshipping her tits and her beating the crap out of my balls before we even got anywhere close to actual sex.
And when we did get to the sex that was amazing, too. She would always ride on top of me and once I was inside, she liked making these tiny little motions where she leaned just a little forward or back in order to just barely move the tip of my cock against her g-spot. It would make her cum so hard, but I barely got any stimulation. So usually, I would be there rock hard inside her while she got off over and over again for a half hour or so. And then sometimes she would move more and let me cum inside her, but more than half the time, she would just slide me out and tell me that she was done with me. Let me tell you, nothing brings on the blue balls quicker than that.
I often had to wait two or three days between orgasms, so I was pretty horny most of the time. One time she had teased me for a week straight until I was a mess.
On this particular day, we’d had sex in the afternoon, after what was actually a much more gentle ball busting than usual, and it had ended, like it often did, with her just climbing off and leaving my hard cock waving in the air. Afterwards, she’d changed into an outfit which seemed familiar for some reason, but I couldn’t quite place it. The outfit was a very tight and short mini skirt which showed off her lovely legs and a very tight sweater which hugged her pointy tits. Also, she very clearly wasn’t wearing a bra, which I thought was pretty damned sexy.
I had trouble keeping my hands off her, but she didn’t mind. It helped that Emma had gone home for the weekend, so we had the place to ourselves. Zepz wasn’t letting things go any further than the occasional grope, however. And then, that evening, after dinner, while we were cuddling on the couch watching some television (and occasionally groping each other), there was a knock on her door.
“You should get that,” she told me. So I did.
When I opened the door, I was very surprised to see Whitney. “Oh, uh, hi!” I said.
“Hi!” she said with a big grin like she was excited about something, although I wasn’t sure what. As she came in I realized that she was wearing the same outfit that Zepz was and that’s when it clicked why it was familiar: it was the exact same outfit that Whitney had worn when she’d kneed my balls at the start of the whole BallsBounty adventure.
“So, um, what’s up?” I asked.
But rather than let Whitney answer, that’s when Zepz intervened. “Surprise!” she said. “I’ve planned something special for you.” When I turned to look, she was smiling as she got out a tripod and started to attach her phone to it. She continued, “It occurred to me that when you were rescuing me, you didn’t really get to enjoy the ballbusting because you were worried about me and about what was going on. And because it all happened so quickly. So we’re doing it all over again. I used BallsBounty to contact all the different girls who kicked or kneed you and explained the whole story, about how I got kidnapped and how you took all those kicks in order to save me, but also how you do have a fetish for it but hadn’t really gotten to enjoy it. And they all agreed that you deserve a reward kicking, although some of them wanted another fifty dollars and Devya insisted that she get to wear the boots this time.”
I swallowed nervously at that news, but otherwise, my cock was now stiffening in my pants.
She continued, “So this time, we’re going to do things a little more slowly, one girl or group of girls per night. And we’ll get video of all of them, and I’m going to participate too. I even went tiny bikini shopping with Alyssa.” Just thinking about that made my mouth dry and my cock hard. “Oh, and some of them like Whitney here asked if they could do more than one kick, oh, knee in her case, and I told them that of course they could.”
“I need the practice,” Whitney said, smiling at me with a distinctly predatory grin. I swallowed hard, remembering how hard the knee had been.
“And, of course,” Zepz continued with a grin, “like last time, no cumming until you rescue me. How does that all sound?”
“It sounds amazingly hot,” I said, as I shut the door. I turn towards them and spread my legs apart. Zepz turned on the camera and Whitney began my first reward busting.
The End
Thursday, August 15, 2019
BallsBounty Chapter 8: Rewards?
Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
I felt so much weight off of my mind. Zepz was safe. The mystery was solved. At around ten, my friend headed back to his room, and I checked my email. I noticed that Alyssa had emailed me the videos of her kicking me in her bikinis and her roommate kicking me in that low cut top. As I said way back at the start of this tale, I had been studying hard for an exam before all of this happened and hadn’t masturbated, and then I’d held off that morning for fear that I wouldn’t be able to take the busting if I wasn’t horny. So by this point, I was really, really horny. With the privacy and the very sexy clip of a tremendously busty girl kicking my balls and having her nipple slip out in the process, I found myself raring to go.
But once I’d gotten it out and was wanking my way quickly towards climax, my phone rang. The caller ID said it was Emma. I considered just letting it go to voicemail, but I figured I should talk to her and then wank afterwards. It wasn’t, however, Emma. It was Zepz.
“Hey,” she said, “it’s Zepz. The police still have my phone. The fact that they found it in his house is being logged into evidence and stuff. They say I can have it back in a day or two. So that’s why I borrowed Emma’s phone.”
“That’s cool.”
“Um, so, I’m back home in my apartment. I thought that just being back here would be enough to calm me down, but, well, I still feel vulnerable and sort of scared. And I thought that maybe having my hero come over would make me feel better. So, do you want to come over?”
“Sure,” I said. “I’ll be right over.” I said it because I guessed that a late evening call inviting me over to her place was basically a booty call or something like it. But I did wonder if maybe I should have said I’d be there in a bit and finished wanking before I went. As it was, I wound up just tucking my hard-on in my waistband and heading towards her apartment. When I got there, I called Emma’s phone, and she answered and buzzed me in.
I entered the building and on the first floor hallway, as I was heading towards the stairs, a door opened along the hallway. The redhead who had busted my balls in this building before walked out of it dressed up in a tight green dress and carrying a small purse like she was going out clubbing. I panicked for a moment and then I realized that she couldn’t collect the same bounty twice, plus it was silly of me to assume that she’d want to. Reassured, I calmed down. Well, I calmed down until she called back into the room saying “Hey, the guy’s back! You should kick him, too!”
A blonde head peeked out of the doorway and said, “Ooh!” She strode out into the hallway. She was about average height but was wearing black high heeled shoes which made her look a little taller. She was wearing a tight, short red dress which hugged her figure showing off both her legs and her cleavage. She was about a C-cup, I’d guess, so enough up top to show off some, but not huge. She was between me and the stairs. I could have run back to the front door to attempt an escape, but then how would I get up to see Zepz? Plus I was still horny, so one more hot girl kicking my balls didn’t sound bad.
I stood in place, and she came striding up to me and, when she was close, kicked me right in the crotch. The toe of her pointy high heeled shoe got me smack in the middle of my already tender and swollen left ball. I screamed and collapsed to the floor, thrashing in agony. I didn’t think she’d ruptured it, but god did it hurt. I rolled around on the ground holding my ball for what seemed like forever. Finally, I lay still, just moaning there.
After a bit, I felt arms on mine. The two girls, the redhead and the blonde, were pulling me to my feet. I wasn’t sure why they were doing it, but as I rose a little, the angle let me see right down their tops, so I was inclined to let them. Once I was on my feet, they were each still holding onto one of my arms. When I looked up, I realized why. There was a third girl, a short brunette with big tits. She was also dressed to go clubbing, a tight white tube dress which showed off her big tits and small waist and revealed her legs. Instead of normal high heels like the other two girls wore, she was wearing high-heeled wedge sandals.
And no sooner had I noticed that than one of those wedge sandals was swinging up towards my crotch. She got me with the top of her foot, not her toe, thank goodness, but the added weight of those wedges packs quite a wallop. The kick got me in both balls, but I felt it way worse in the left one and I collapsed to the floor again in agony. I just rolled up in the fetal position and held my crotch. I squeezed my eyes closed and waited for the pain to recede.
I have no idea how much later it was when Emma and Zepz found me there. When I hadn’t shown up after they buzzed me in, they worried and came looking for me. They helped me up to the apartment and laid me down in Zepz’s bed. Emma left, and Zepz closed the door. She had changed out of her party outfit that she’d been wearing for the last several days and was just wearing jeans and a hoodie.It wasn’t a particularly revealing outfit, but there was no hiding the swell of her chest, so I still gave her an appreciative look over. I think she had probably showered because her hair still looked a little wet and there was a little bit of a smell of a floral shampoo or bodywash about her.
“Sorry about that. I should have already turned the bounty off. My fault.”
“That’s okay,” I managed to say without groaning too much.
“I’ll go do it now.” I watched as she used her laptop to log on to the BallsBounty website. I could see that it was showing her a ton of notifications.
Something occurred to me. “When you post a bounty, is there not, like, a message you get to attach to it saying why you want him busted?”
“Nope. They figured it was better for the girls on the site to just trust each other.”
“Wow, so telling them to bust me really was the only available communication.”
“Yeah. I really tried to find some other way. I thought of taking a picture of a sign asking for help and uploading it as a proof of ballbusting for some random guy, but the camera on the phone was busted. You could tell it to take pictures, but it always just came back as all black.”
“Well, I’m glad we managed.”
“I’m glad you managed to find me. The detective said that you did most of the leg work. And according to this website, you got kicked in the balls by, umm, 21 different girls in the process, including whoever got you in the hallway downstairs. Are your balls okay by the way? You looked pretty wrecked.”
“I think I’ll be okay. My left ball has taken a lot of abuse today. It was pretty badly swollen and bruised earlier and I’m pretty sure it still is.”
“Oh, can I see?”
“Sure, I guess.” I stood up from the bed and pulled down my pants and underwear enough to flop my balls out.
“Wow!” she said, looking at them. “That one is pretty swollen and that’s a nice big bruise. That’s hot. How tender is it?” As she asked, she reached out, grabbed it, and gave it a sudden squeeze.
I gasped: the pain from just the little squeeze was still very intense. “Oh, please,” I managed to squeak.
“Wow! That is tender! How’s the other one doing?” She gave it a squeeze as well. I sucked a little air in when she grabbed it, but I otherwise could endure that pain fairly easily, she hadn’t squeezed all that hard and it wasn’t tender like the swollen one. “Not so bad, and his friend is getting interested,” she said gesturing towards my penis which was starting to get erect. “So, tell me, was it hot getting busted by all those girls?”
“It was definitely sexy and when I think about it now, I feel turned on. But at the time, some of it was sexy, but a lot of it was pretty overwhelming.”
“Have you seen the proof photos?”
“No. I don’t have a BallsBounty account.”
“Oh, of course. We should look, then. I bet it would be sexy to see. Do you think you could get hard if you played with yourself while looking at them?”
“Yeah, I’m sure I could,” I was starting to get hard just from the idea of doing that here in front of Zepz.
“Okay. Let’s do that, then. I’d like it if you went ahead and got naked.” She was being pretty forward with me, but honestly, I was okay with that. After some guy had kidnapped her and tried to bend her to his will, if she wanted to be in charge for a bit, I was completely okay with that.
I already had my cock and balls out since she’d been checking on my balls, but I went ahead and striped all of my clothes off. As I was removing my shoes and socks, I looked over and realized that she was taking off her shoes, too. And then she pulled her pants off. When she had said, “Let’s do that, then”, I assumed she had just meant that I would be playing with myself while looking at the proof photos on BallsBounty, but it was dawning on me then that she had probably meant that she’d be playing with herself, too.
She sat back down in the chair at her desk where the laptop was sitting and pulled up the first picture. I went and stood by her where I had a good view. It was Whitney’s selfie she had taken with me curled up on the floor behind her. She was smiling very broadly, looking both very pretty and very pleased with herself. I was on the floor behind her holding my aching nuts.
"Looks like she got you pretty good."
"Yeah. It was a solid and completely unexpected knee. It hurt my nuts pretty bad." I noticed that Zepz had started to gently touch her mound through her yellow cotton panties. It was a pretty sexy photo. I started to gently stroke my cock which was steadily stiffening both from the photo and from seeing Zepz enjoying herself.
She switched to the next photo. There the Asian girl in the elevator also smiling with me on the floor behind her. Her smile was more smug-looking than delighted. She looked pretty sexy in her workout gear. "She looks all set to workout," Zepz commented. "Did she kick you more than once?"
"Nope, just one good kick. I think she was on her way back into the building after jogging when she spotted me."
Things continued that way for the next couple of pictures, her asking me questions, me telling her about how it had happened. And all the while, she gently rubbed her snatch through her panties while I slowly stroked my hard cock.
When we got to the first round of videos, though, the ones with Cynthia kicking me in her sexy outfit like she might go clubbing in and Alyssa in the second bikini, she said, “Ooh! Videos!” She played them and when she actually saw Cynthia kick me in the balls and watched me collapse to the floor, she laughed out loud. “She got you pretty good!”
When she started the one with Alyssa, she said, “Wow! Look at her tits! They’re about as big as mine!” And then when she watched Alyssa kick my balls so forcefully and me collapse so quickly, she added “A kicker after my own heart. She really didn’t hold back!”
“Yeah, it was really painful.”
“Those last two videos looked like they were in the same apartment. Did you make some sort of deal? You had to know that something was up before the second one.”
“I knew before the first one. Alyssa, that’s the second girl, she’s been a project partner of mine in the past. She has a boyfriend at home, but she sent me a text saying that she needed a guy’s opinion about which bikini was sexier and asking me to come over. Thinking of her showing off big boobs in a sexy bikini temporarily made me an idiot, and I started for her place before I realized it was a trap to bust me. But I texted her back and we made a deal. She could bust me so long as she also told me why I kept getting kicked. Well, that and she really did have to wear a sexy bikini when she kicked me.”
“So, you’re into big boobs?”
“Uh, yeah,” I said, realizing that I’d let that slip.
“I didn’t realize. When you were with Libby I don’t remember you sneaking a lot of glances my way.”
“Well, I mean, she was pretty hot, too. But yeah, I thought your figure was nicer than hers, but I always tried not to show it. I didn’t want her to feel bad or anything. So I never looked unless I was pretty sure that neither of you would catch me looking.”
“Wow. So, if you didn’t want to upset her, why’d you end up dumping her?”
“Because she always talked to me like I was an idiot. I mean, it was more when we were alone than in public, so I don’t know how much of it you heard, but she wasn’t nice. And I kept asking her to stop it, and she wouldn’t. I mean, I’m no dummy. I’ve got like a 3.6 GPA. She was just always more organized and any time I was disorganized she’d do everything short of calling me a moron. I couldn’t take it anymore.”
“Yeah, I don’t remember her talking to you like that in front of me, but some of the things she said to me about you weren’t very kind. She always seemed to think you were sort of incompetent which didn’t really match my impression. It makes sense that you didn't want to have to put up with a girlfriend who had a low opinion of you. From her perspective, it seemed like the break up was all out of the blue, that you two were perfectly happy and then you just dumped her for no reason."
"I really did try talking to her about it before the break up, but she never really wanted to acknowledge that she was doing anything wrong and although she promised to be nicer sometimes, she didn’t really change anything. In the end, I knew that if she didn't treat me with respect, I couldn't be with her in the long term. And I did plan to tell her why I was breaking up with her, but as soon as I got to the breaking up part, she called me an asshole, kicked me in the balls, and shut the door."
“I hadn’t realized that she’d kicked you in the balls. Did you, like, find that hot at the time?”
“Yeah, I did. I didn’t like that she wouldn’t kick me as like foreplay but she would kick me in anger, but, really, it was still extremely sexy having her kick my balls.”
"So, like, putting this all together, does all this mean that what you would like most is a girl who talks to you respectfully, but then kicks you in the balls?”
“Yeah, kinda. I mean it’s hot having a girl exert sexual power over me. Like kicking me in my weak spot or getting me worked up and then giving me blue balls. But I don’t like when the girl doing it actually looks down on me as an individual. Like, I want a girl who thinks I’m pretty great, but wants to then wrap me around their finger and do mean things to me sexually, not conversationally.” I had stopped stroking my cock when we’d started talking about Libby, but I realized that I had started stroking again without meaning to as I fantasized about how I’d like to be treated.
“That does sound like it could be a fun relationship dynamic.” When she said that, I realized that she had started rubbing herself again, too.
We rewatched the videos a couple of times before moving on. I loved seeing Alyssa punt my plums on video and had trouble not going ahead and just ejaculating. But after that we moved on to the other pictures: Brooklyn and Tammi (or vice versa), Juanita, Deyva, and the redhead in the stairs on the way up to talk to Emma. We talked a little about each of them. Zepz was definitely enjoying seeing me curled up on the floor in pain again and again, and honestly, so was I.
When she got to the videos from the Wal-Mart, she asked “Where were these taken?”
“The security room of a Wal-Mart. I tried to buy a cup, you know a protective cup for my balls, but the cashier recognized me and called security on me.”
“You tried to buy a cup? I thought you were enjoying things?”
“Well, I mean, things were sexy, but it was getting too much. All those hard kicks we saw so far, that’s all in one day. I was worried that I was gonna really get seriously injured.”
“I didn’t even think of that when I set the bounty. I figured your nuts could probably take a licking.”
“Well, I mean, clearly they did okay. They’re still intact and everything. But I didn’t know for sure at that point. I mean, especially if all hundred possible girls had cashed in. I might have wound up a eunuch by the end of it all.”
“Aww, I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. You were just trying to escape a very dangerous situation. I mean, that guy might have killed you, and I’m sure he would have tried to rape you at some point. I don’t mind taking kicks to the nuts in order to save you. Even if I’d lost my balls, if it saved your life, it would totally have been worth it.”
She blushed just a little. “You’re sweet.”
“Thanks.”
“But I still like watching you get kicked in your balls.”
“Honestly, so do I. Now that I’m able to look back on it, the whole thing was sexy.”
“I’m glad. Let’s see what’s next. More girls in bikinis?”
“Yeah, by that point, I knew that you were missing, and I was trying to follow your trail after the party. Those girls were sunning themselves in front of a sorority which had security cameras. I let them collect the bounty, and they let me watch their security camera footage.”
“How many? Oh, wow, there are seven. That’s a lot.”
“Yeah, it was pretty painful, but worth it. They had footage of you walking by so I knew which way you were going.”
She then played the videos with her own running commentary saying things like “She got you good!” and “Oh, another busty one!” It was very sexy getting to watch those videos. I remembered the ballbusting, of course, but the videos gave me a completely different view of what was happening, The girls all looked sexy, and it was hot seeing them kick me so enthusiastically. By the end, I was getting close to the edge again. I felt like it would be rude to just start cumming all over Zepz’s desk, so I held back.
She happened to notice how hard I was and how slowly and gently I was stroking myself at that point. “Are you close?”
“Very close,” I answered, honestly.
“Well, don’t do it yet. You’ll hold out for me, won’t you?”
“I guess so,” I said somewhat reluctantly.
“You said you like girls getting you all worked up, right?”
“Yeah, I did say that.”
“So, then I’m in charge of getting you all worked up. So you’re not allowed to cum yet. Not until I say so, okay?” There was an edge in her voice now, enough to say that she really meant it. But it still felt like a playful bossiness, not something where she would have been genuinely angry with me. Still, it was enough to engage me.
“Yes, Ma’am,” I said, trying to indicate that I was going to follow her orders.
“I’m not that old. How about ‘Yes, Miss’?”
“Yes, Miss.”
“That’s better. No cumming, okay?”
“Yes, Miss.”
“Good. Now let’s watch these bikini ones a few more times.”
I groaned a little, worried about my ability to hang on. I was especially concerned when, as we were rewatching the series of them again, she slipped her hand under her panties and appeared to put a finger inside of herself. As she showed them again and then once more, I stroked my twitching cock very gently and slowly managing to not push myself over even as she started making soft moans. Then she replayed the one with the busty sorority girl a couple more times by itself. I could see the girl’s big soft breasts jiggling as she kicked me in the crotch while I heard Zepz fingering herself and moaning. It was difficult to not cum, but I managed. Then she played the whole sorority series again.
Finally we moved on to the last set of proof pictures, the clerk from the convenience store and the two girls from the hallway downstairs from just before. And then when I thought we were all done, she replayed the busty girl from the sorority and then Alyssa’s videos twice apiece. Then she asked me, “Do you know why I like those two the best?”
“No, Miss,” I answered, still playing my role.
“Because, as a chesty girl myself, I find it easiest to imagine myself as them. But, you know, I don’t think imagining is enough. I think I need to hurt your balls, too. I mean, honestly, watching all of this, I feel a little left out. You took all this ball pain for my sake, but I didn’t get to inflict any of it myself. I know you’ve been through a lot today. I mean, that sorority stuff, that was all this morning. So you’ve been busted what, seven plus one plus two, ten times today?”
“Eleven, actually, Miss. The police detective busted my balls, too. She just didn’t submit to BallsBounty.”
Zepz chuckled but then slipped into a sort of a sultry tone. “And, also, you’re my hero who saved me. So you don’t have to let me play rough with your balls, but boy do I want to. And, well, I have a bonus to offer. You still haven’t actually ever really seen my zeppelins when they’re free. You might call me Zepz like my girlfriends, but you’ve never seen them.”
“Wait, is Zepz a nickname? Like because you have big boobs?” I wound up breaking the sort of seductive mood she seemed to be working on with her tone of voice because it had just occurred to me and I couldn’t help but blurt out the question.
“Yup.”
“Really? Now I feel a little bad about calling you Zepz.”
“No, don’t. This is what my friends call me. You call me that because it’s how Libby introduced me. No one calls me Jennifer but my teachers and my parents. I got the nickname from the girls on my high school swim team, and it suits me.”
“Still, that feels weird to call you Zepz just because you have big tits. It feels like calling you Tits McGee.”
“It’s not just because they’re big. It’s because of how pointy they are and how much they stick out rather than hang down.”
I swallowed. That had taken me a little by surprise and now I was trying to visualize. I was still stroking my cock, and I definitely could imagine what she might look like if her big breasts were as pointy as it sounded. It made me extremely eager to see them. And honestly, at this point, I probably would have let her kick me in the balls just because she wanted to. I was terribly hard and for the last while had been watching nothing but ballbusting videos and pictures starring myself getting busted repeatedly. And while I watched this, I was listening to a sexy girl masturbate and moan softly watching it with me. I was so horny, I doubted I could say no to most anything she asked. Any promise of getting to see her big boobs naked was just icing on the cake.
“So,” she continued, “would you like to see them? Or, more importantly, would you like to see them enough that you’re willing to offer up your poor aching nuts for more abuse?”
“Yes, Miss,” I said. “Please abuse my nuts, but not the left one too much. I don’t want to lose it.”
“Oh, that’s true. Well, how about I see if I can make the right one match the left?”
“Yes, Miss” I said, swallowing. I was starting to feel a little nervous, but my throbbing cock urged me on.
“Okay, so first, time for the zeppelins to come out.” First she pulled off her hoodie and her shirt together in one motion and discarded them on the floor. Her bra was quite large, but definitely more round in shape than pointy. Next she reached behind her back and undid it. Then she removed it to reveal some absolutely magnificent tits. They were just as she described, as big as I knew they were, very pointy once no longer confined, and extremely pert.
They really did almost float there sticking out from her rib cage like two zeppelins. The breasts came to a point at the nipples but each nipple was also pointy with a long nub. Once they were naked, she gave them a little shake, for effect. They bounced and shook in front of her, her pointy nipples even sort of shaking separately in front of the main part of her breasts, and I had to stop stroking since I wasn’t allowed to cum yet.
"Okay," she said with a smile. "Time to pay for it. Here, get on my bed."
I laid down on my back on her bed.
"Hands behind your head," she instructed. "And keep them there: you haven't earned touching privileges yet."
I put behind my head, as instructed, and she climbed on top of me, straddling my thighs so that my crotch was in front of her. She was still wearing only panties so I enjoyed watching her lovely form as she climbed on. Just having her there atop me was terribly arousing and my erect cock twitched in anticipation of whatever was to come. My thighs were together, but my balls were on top of them, so I still felt quite vulnerable.
Using her left hand, she encircled the base of my right ball, pushing it up so that it was trapped above her finger and thumb. Then using her right hand, she punched it hard. I had been expecting the blow by the time it came, but still, it took my breath away. I managed, however to not react too much until the second punch landed just a couple of seconds later. That one was enough to make me grunt and squirm in response.
The third blow which quickly followed that one made me involuntarily try to move my thighs, but with her sitting on them, they weren't going anywhere. And when the fourth one came just a couple of seconds later, I was gasping for breath, the relentless assault just overwhelming even my normal breathing process. I felt like I should be moaning or gasping in pain, but I just couldn't find the breath to do it.
She smiled at my reaction to ask this, enjoying the squirming and how much trouble I was having breathing. She gave me a little break to catch my breath.
After a moment I said, "Wow! You hit hard and fast!"
She smiled and said, "And a lot of times!" and punched my trapped right ball again, just as hard. The pain was building with each hit. This one made me shut my eyes for a moment. That mostly just meant that I didn't see the next punch coming. That was the one which finally overwhelmed me. It seemed much harder than the others and when it landed, I could feel my nut distending and an immense pain ran up me. I let out a little “ah” sort of sound and, before I had even thought about it, my hands were off of my head and covering my testicle. It was a slightly odd position to be in because her left hand was still holding my nut from underneath, but now both of my hands were on top so she couldn’t punch it.
“Oh, please,” I said, begging for mercy.
“Do you like the titties?” she asked teasingly.
I wasn’t sure why she was asking, but the unexpected question cut through the pain enough that I just blurted out an answer without thinking at all. “Yes! They’re fantastic!”
“Well, then you’ve got to pay for being allowed to see them,” she said with a sparkle in her eye. “Two more punches should be enough. Move your hands.”
I didn’t really want to, but then I did want to please her, so, slowly, I put them back up towards my head. She still had hold of my ball with her left hand. The moment my hands were on my head, her fist came down hard and fast and smashed my poor trapped nut against her left hand again.
I shuddered in agony. I felt like my ball was about to break the pain was so overwhelming. I was mostly out of it at this point, not even enjoying the view of her magnificent tits or the sexiness of the situation.
I heard her say “Move your hands,” in a sweet voice and only then did I realize that I had instinctively covered myself once more. I did not want to move my hands. My nut was so tender now that I knew that even one more punch was going to be completely overwhelming. I looked up at her plaintively, but when I did, I realized that her right hand wasn’t balled up in a fist ready to strike: it was in her panties, frigging herself silly. “Please,” she said sweetly again, her voice cracking just a little, “just one more.” And I realized that I could see it in her face and in the way her body was quivering, if I let her punch my poor pummeled testical one more time, she was going to orgasm right there on top of me.
I weighed them against each other briefly, her ecstasy, my agony, but really there was no choice. My cock was already getting hard again at the thought as I looked up at her, her pretty face getting flush, her huge pointy tits quivering above me. I knew what I had to do. I moved my hands.
As soon as they were out of the way, her right hand was off of her snatch and balled into a fist. And as I watched, it smashed every so hard into my poor trapped testicle, knuckle first. The world moved in slow motion as it compressed first in the middle distending painfully and then flattened generally and waves of pain and nausea began to flow over me. It was so strong that I found myself instinctively suddenly turning sideways with a jerk, trying to curl up into a ball, but her left hand was still holding my nut in place, so I wound up just adding the pain of a pulled cord to my agony and not moving very far.
I could feel myself being engulfed in the pain and drifting away from the world into just agony but one thing tethered me back to reality and that was the sound of Zepz cumming. Her hand was back at work on her quim, and she was working it vigorously. And soon she was gasping and bucking and her huge tits were quivering and shaking violently as she did. Her orgasm was a sight to behold and even in my battered state, my cock soon found itself erect and twitching, hoping desperately that it would get a chance to please her next.
Instead, though, when the waves of her orgasm had subsided, she leaned down towards me and kissed me. “You’re perfect,” she said, and kissed me again. “You saved me and now you’re letting me torment your balls just so I can get off.” She kissed me again, and I eagerly kissed her back. “You’re so great,” she said and kissed me again.
“You’re worth it,” I said, between kisses. She pressed her chest down against mine, and we made out vigorously, kissing and touching each other, her hands on my face and shoulders, mine on her back and her round pert ass. Soon she was worked up again and rubbing her snatch against my erect cock through her cotton panties. We continued this for a good while, lost in the passion of each other’s bodies.
Eventually, we rolled onto to one side, me on my right side and her in front of me on her left side, and then she pulled back for a little break. “Can I do a little squeezing?” she asked.
“I guess so,” I replied, trying to sound like I still had some control, when in truth my throbbing erection meant that I would have consented to pretty well anything she could have asked.
She was to my right, and this time her left hand went into her panties and her right hand seized my right nut. Instead of cradling it for punching, this time she grabbed it and squeezed it, holding it with her fingers and pressing into the middle with her thumb. Abusing my poor tender nut like that got an immediate reaction from me. I was twitching and moaning and squirming a little back and forth. And she seemed to love that, masturbating herself intensely and doing her own moaning in return.
My cock stayed rock hard despite the abuse to its friend. The whole scenario was painful, but very hot. I was handling it well until she suddenly let go of my right ball and grabbed my swollen left one. As her thumb pressed into my tender brutalized testicle I let out a shriek of pain. This seemed to make her squeeze even harder, and I started to thrash in her grip, trying to get away, but to no avail. Just a few seconds of this, though, was enough to start her on another wave of orgasms.
And as she came she squeezed alternately tighter and looser as the waves of orgasm engulfed her, and I alternately shrieked in pain and collapsed in relief. When her orgasm finally subsided, my erection was long gone.
“Oops,” she said. “I may have overdone that. Is he still all in one piece?” She probed my big tender left ball. It was still intact, although more tender than before. Even her little probes set off shudders of pain. “Sorry. Okay, no more ballbusting. I’ll make it all better.”
She climbed up onto all fours and starting towards me. “How about some boobs in your face? Would you like that?”
“Oh yes,” I replied despite how sapped of energy I was.
“No touching. No sucking or licking the nipples yet. And you can play with yourself, but no cumming.” She came forward so that her big tits, now especially zeppelin-shaped with the weight of them hanging below her chest emphasizing the points of her nipples, which were now at the bottom, were right in my face. She dangled them there, moving them around so that her pointy nipples were in front of my lips and then up just before my eyes, so close that I couldn’t even focus on them, and then back down, tantalizing me with them, almost daring me to touch them or lick them. I stroked my cock extremely gently, mesmerized by her lovely breasts, but I was hard and twitching in no time.
And then she arched her back just a little more, lowering her tits so that her right nipple just brushed my nose. And then she rotated and her left nipple glanced across my forehead. I had to stop touching my cock altogether if I didn’t want to disobey her by ejaculating in enormous spurts right then and there. And then she pressed her right nipple against my cheek and then leaned in, pushing it in. Her breast yielded as she leaned further and further in, spreading the flesh of her big soft tit against the whole side of my face as she leaned further and further in, overwhelming me with it. Soon she leaned so far in that the edge of her breast was even pushing my nose somewhat sideways painfully, but I didn’t complain.
And then she pulled back up. “All better?” she asked.
“Yes, um, everything’s good,” I said, actually meaning that I was as horny as I had ever been in my life.
“Great!” she said. “You’ve been my hero and now taken all this ball abuse to please me. You’re so terrific! So as a reward, I think you should get to cum …” she said, pausing. And in the pause my heart leapt. I was so eager. And then she continued, “... tomorrow.”
My jaw dropped open. Was she serious? She looked at my expression and smiled. “Hey, you told me you like girls who get you all worked up and then blue ball you.”
I sighed, disappointed, but honestly, my cock just got harder at the idea of being teased for a whole additional day.
“Let’s spoon for a while, okay? I feel like being the big spoon,” she said smiling.
That sounded okay, so she rolled over so that she was lying on her bed in a crescent position and invited me to move over there against her. I did. She pulled in tight, positioning herself so that her big tits were squished right against the middle of my back and so that her right hand had access to my groin. She started out giving each of my balls a quick fondle.
“Well,” she said, “I don’t think we quite reached our goal. The right one isn’t as swollen as the left, but I think it’s definitely bigger than when we started.”
“Seems like,” I said. “I don’t think it really would have been great to get it that big. That feels kind of dangerous.”
“True, but dangerous can be kind of hot,” she said, and with that she moved her hand to my cock. She first gave it a squeeze and then started to stroke it gently. I knew I couldn’t take too much without cumming, but honestly, I was so eager to cum, I didn’t say anything, hoping that she would overdo it.
But after the first few light strokes, which were just enough to get me near the edge, there was a pause where she just held my cock in her hand but didn’t move it at all. I could tell she was playing me expertly letting me calm down and I was just starting to feel in control when she applied a few more strokes to my twitching cock and then gave me a slightly longer pause.
Then there were a few more light strokes, a short pause, a few more strokes, and then just as I was about to go over the edge, a pause. And that pause lasted and lasted as my hard cock sat there twitching over and over again. And then I felt her hand relax against my cock a little, and I heard the distinct sound of her starting to snore. For a moment, I thought that maybe this was some sort of mind game or something, but after a bit I faced the simple truth. She’d had an awfully long stressful day beginning while she was still in captivity, and now she was exhausted and had fallen asleep right there.
After a couple more minutes, I was certain that this girl who was all snuggled up against me was now definitely asleep. A certain twitching part of me wanted to try to rouse her, but a combination of the more chivalrous part of me which felt that after the day she’d had she deserved some rest and the more sensible part of me which remembered that she’d said I wasn’t going to get to cum until tomorrow anyway combined to decide instead that I should let her sleep.
It wasn’t all that easy because she was so pressed up against me that I couldn’t move at all without risking disturbing her. Well, except, of course, clearly my cock could twitch in her hand without waking her because it was still doing that. A combination of the sensation of her body against mine, including those incredible breasts of hers still pressed against my back, and the tease of the whole thing left me still completely rock hard.
Honestly, I thought that now that my cock wasn’t getting stroked any more, I would quickly lose my erection, but that wasn’t what happened at all. Intellectually I knew that nothing further was happening, but apparently my reptile brain interpreted having this lovely girl curled around me with her hand on my cock and all the attention from earlier as solid evidence that it should keep my cock rock hard because sex could happen at any moment.
As I lay there watching the clock (it was just after midnight), I was sure that soon my erection would subside as soon as my mind wandered to other things. But, I really couldn’t think about anything other than her and how much my balls had been abused. Half an hour after she’d fallen asleep I was still hard and twitching, and I thought I could feel the blue balls setting in which was then something else sexy to bump around in my mind.
A half an hour later, I was still rigid and my balls were definitely blue. I felt like I was at a point of no return where the tease was just sustaining itself because I couldn’t think of anything else other than how hard my cock was. Another half hour later, now an entire hour and a half since she’d fallen asleep, I couldn’t believe that I was still lying there with her limp hand on my erect cock.
After a full two hours of lying there the cramps I was getting from not moving were finally hurting more than my blue balls, but it seemed like my cock muscles had cramped into position in a way that left me hard rather than soft. I was starting to worry a little about if this was dangerous, but honestly, that was hot, too. And the other bit which was starting to really nag at me was my bladder.
So, finally, I got up, unentangling myself from her. She didn’t appear to stir much, and I felt relieved. She did deserve to have a good sleep after her ordeal. I headed to the bathroom. I stood in front of the toilet squeezing under the head of my cock, pushing it down in the direction of the toilet bowl, and visualizing waterfalls in the hopes that I could actually pee without spraying the walls. Finally, I got it just bendy enough that I was able to aim for the bowl. Once the stream of urine started flowing, things naturally softened up a little and were easier.
The force with which the urine came out was a little surprising to me, though. All that pent up need to cum was perhaps adding to the intensity of the stream of urine. And after it was all out, I actually felt a little less horny as well. My cock was mostly deflated and pointed down by the end of peeing and somehow the release of urine had substituted in some small way for the release of cum. After washing my hands, I headed back to bed intending to get to sleep and thinking that I might actually be able to.
When I got there, she had shifted position. And looking at her sleeping form there in the half light, her slender limbs splayed out, her wide hips and narrow waist being especially emphasized by the way she was lying on her side, her pretty hair across the pillow, and her big amazing breasts, one lying atop the other, my cock came right back to life. She looked so sexy and feminine. And her lying there in the bed I’d just left just pushed into my head again ideas about how amazing it would be to have sex with her. And before I knew it, I was right back at full mast as if nothing had intervened.
I started stroking my cock imagining how nice it would be to get inside her. It felt amazing to stroke again, but I was crazy sensitive and I had to stop again after a few seconds if I was going to obey her order to not cum yet.
I just stood there for a few more minutes admiring her form with my hard cock jutting before me in the half light. And then eventually, I figured that I had to try to get to sleep in some form. The carpet didn’t look very comfortable, so I decided to get back in bed even at a risk of disturbing her.
I sat down on the edge of the bed and then tried to snuggle back into her spoon even though she had shifted some. She woke a little and put her arm around me. She leaned her head forward and kissed me on my cheek. I turned my head towards hers, and we kissed on the mouth. She scooted over and pulled me down onto her bed so that I was lying on my back. She snuggled up against me, putting her body part way across mine: her right tit pressed against my chest, her right thigh now between my legs, pressing gently against my hard cock.
She kissed me again and sighed with an “mmm” and fell back asleep again. I lay there still hard and still unable to do anything about it. If I turned my head just a little I could see the clock. For half an hour I just watched the digits advance and tried unsuccessfully not to think about my hard cock, my aching balls, or the sexy, sexy girl snuggled up against me.
And then eventually, I realized that I hadn’t seen the last ten minutes go by on the clock and then a bit later realized that I hadn’t seen a whole hour. And although it didn’t feel like it, I was actually sleeping. And then, what felt like just a bit later the whole room was full of light and I was alone in the bed.
I felt so frustrated that she was gone. And my cock was now hard with morning wood. I wasn’t sure I could stop myself from touching it and cumming. She had said I could cum today, but I felt like I had earned something more than just a lonely wank in a sexy girl’s bedroom after she’d left for class and then a walk of shame home afterwards. And then, just as I was reaching out to grab hold of my erection, I heard a flush from the bathroom.
I put my hand back at my side as she came bouncing back into the room, full of light and air and still wearing nothing but a pair of panties. “Oh good, you’re up!”
“Yeah.”
“Oh, and in more ways than one. Thanks for sleeping over, by the way. I didn’t feel anxious once you were here. And sorry about last night.”
“Sorry? What are you sorry about?”
“Well, I didn’t really mean to give you blue balls. I was just going to tease you a little more. When I said you couldn’t cum until tomorrow, it was like 11:55. So I was just going to tease you for like ten or fifteen more minutes until it was after midnight and then say, ‘Surprise! It’s tomorrow!’ and give you an awesome blow job. But, um, I fell asleep. Sorry!”
“It’s okay. You had had a long day.”
“That’s true. So, it looks like you might still be up for a blow job.”
“Yes! Definitely!”
“Here,” she said, “sit right here.”
I moved to the edge of the bed, and she had me scoot out so that my butt was on the bed, but my cock was sticking out into the air while my balls dangled down. She knelt down in front of the bed and grabbed my hard dick with her hands and started working the shaft with them while she used her mouth to lick and suck the head of my cock.
I’d love to give you a long, drawn out description, but the fact of the matter is that I was so turned on, that I was ready to blow in about twenty seconds. “Oh, God!” I said. “I’m gonna cum!” And right as I said this, she took her right hand off of my shaft and punched me hard hitting my right nut with an exacting and intensely strong blow.
It felt like she had punched the cum right out of me, and I spurted and spurted in intense waves of orgasm. She sucked all the cum down continuing to stimulate my cock head with her tongue until I finally stopped bucking in pleasure.
“That looked like it was pretty good.”
“Oh, God, yes,” I said, smiling.
“So,” she said. “I’m going to get a quick shower and then head to work. I’m sure everyone will be relieved to see me. Can you come over again tonight? And maybe the next few?” she said with an air of hopefulness which made me realize that she was asking for something which was likely going to be much more than casual. She sort of shifted a little, waiting for my answer and I realized that she might not know how thrilling the idea of being her boyfriend sounded to me.
I didn’t want to say too much and risk scaring her off, but I did manage to find the words, “There’s no place in the world I’d rather be than back here with you tonight.” And that managed to bring a pretty bright smile to her face.
We went our separate ways for the day, but that night she took me out to dinner to say thank you to me for rescuing her. She wore a very tight and low-cut red top, and dinner was mostly just one long struggle where I tried to remember not to stare. And that evening, after supper, she took me back to her apartment and in an exciting mix of love and cruelty, made out with me tenderly and played very roughly with my balls. That time she didn’t blue ball me, instead letting me masturbate in a very sexy teasing game of red light green light.
And things continued like that for the next week with me sleeping over at her place every night and enjoying her sexual torment and sometimes getting release, but always sleeping cuddled together in her bed. Finally, after a week, I asked her to be my girlfriend, making official what both of us were already treating as true, and she accepted. And that’s the story of how I wound up dating Zepz and, as I said, of the second through second through twenty-third girls to play rough with my balls: the twenty-one girls who busted me because of the bounty, and, last but not least, Zepz.
Continued in a short epilogue.
I felt so much weight off of my mind. Zepz was safe. The mystery was solved. At around ten, my friend headed back to his room, and I checked my email. I noticed that Alyssa had emailed me the videos of her kicking me in her bikinis and her roommate kicking me in that low cut top. As I said way back at the start of this tale, I had been studying hard for an exam before all of this happened and hadn’t masturbated, and then I’d held off that morning for fear that I wouldn’t be able to take the busting if I wasn’t horny. So by this point, I was really, really horny. With the privacy and the very sexy clip of a tremendously busty girl kicking my balls and having her nipple slip out in the process, I found myself raring to go.
But once I’d gotten it out and was wanking my way quickly towards climax, my phone rang. The caller ID said it was Emma. I considered just letting it go to voicemail, but I figured I should talk to her and then wank afterwards. It wasn’t, however, Emma. It was Zepz.
“Hey,” she said, “it’s Zepz. The police still have my phone. The fact that they found it in his house is being logged into evidence and stuff. They say I can have it back in a day or two. So that’s why I borrowed Emma’s phone.”
“That’s cool.”
“Um, so, I’m back home in my apartment. I thought that just being back here would be enough to calm me down, but, well, I still feel vulnerable and sort of scared. And I thought that maybe having my hero come over would make me feel better. So, do you want to come over?”
“Sure,” I said. “I’ll be right over.” I said it because I guessed that a late evening call inviting me over to her place was basically a booty call or something like it. But I did wonder if maybe I should have said I’d be there in a bit and finished wanking before I went. As it was, I wound up just tucking my hard-on in my waistband and heading towards her apartment. When I got there, I called Emma’s phone, and she answered and buzzed me in.
I entered the building and on the first floor hallway, as I was heading towards the stairs, a door opened along the hallway. The redhead who had busted my balls in this building before walked out of it dressed up in a tight green dress and carrying a small purse like she was going out clubbing. I panicked for a moment and then I realized that she couldn’t collect the same bounty twice, plus it was silly of me to assume that she’d want to. Reassured, I calmed down. Well, I calmed down until she called back into the room saying “Hey, the guy’s back! You should kick him, too!”
A blonde head peeked out of the doorway and said, “Ooh!” She strode out into the hallway. She was about average height but was wearing black high heeled shoes which made her look a little taller. She was wearing a tight, short red dress which hugged her figure showing off both her legs and her cleavage. She was about a C-cup, I’d guess, so enough up top to show off some, but not huge. She was between me and the stairs. I could have run back to the front door to attempt an escape, but then how would I get up to see Zepz? Plus I was still horny, so one more hot girl kicking my balls didn’t sound bad.
I stood in place, and she came striding up to me and, when she was close, kicked me right in the crotch. The toe of her pointy high heeled shoe got me smack in the middle of my already tender and swollen left ball. I screamed and collapsed to the floor, thrashing in agony. I didn’t think she’d ruptured it, but god did it hurt. I rolled around on the ground holding my ball for what seemed like forever. Finally, I lay still, just moaning there.
After a bit, I felt arms on mine. The two girls, the redhead and the blonde, were pulling me to my feet. I wasn’t sure why they were doing it, but as I rose a little, the angle let me see right down their tops, so I was inclined to let them. Once I was on my feet, they were each still holding onto one of my arms. When I looked up, I realized why. There was a third girl, a short brunette with big tits. She was also dressed to go clubbing, a tight white tube dress which showed off her big tits and small waist and revealed her legs. Instead of normal high heels like the other two girls wore, she was wearing high-heeled wedge sandals.
And no sooner had I noticed that than one of those wedge sandals was swinging up towards my crotch. She got me with the top of her foot, not her toe, thank goodness, but the added weight of those wedges packs quite a wallop. The kick got me in both balls, but I felt it way worse in the left one and I collapsed to the floor again in agony. I just rolled up in the fetal position and held my crotch. I squeezed my eyes closed and waited for the pain to recede.
I have no idea how much later it was when Emma and Zepz found me there. When I hadn’t shown up after they buzzed me in, they worried and came looking for me. They helped me up to the apartment and laid me down in Zepz’s bed. Emma left, and Zepz closed the door. She had changed out of her party outfit that she’d been wearing for the last several days and was just wearing jeans and a hoodie.It wasn’t a particularly revealing outfit, but there was no hiding the swell of her chest, so I still gave her an appreciative look over. I think she had probably showered because her hair still looked a little wet and there was a little bit of a smell of a floral shampoo or bodywash about her.
“Sorry about that. I should have already turned the bounty off. My fault.”
“That’s okay,” I managed to say without groaning too much.
“I’ll go do it now.” I watched as she used her laptop to log on to the BallsBounty website. I could see that it was showing her a ton of notifications.
Something occurred to me. “When you post a bounty, is there not, like, a message you get to attach to it saying why you want him busted?”
“Nope. They figured it was better for the girls on the site to just trust each other.”
“Wow, so telling them to bust me really was the only available communication.”
“Yeah. I really tried to find some other way. I thought of taking a picture of a sign asking for help and uploading it as a proof of ballbusting for some random guy, but the camera on the phone was busted. You could tell it to take pictures, but it always just came back as all black.”
“Well, I’m glad we managed.”
“I’m glad you managed to find me. The detective said that you did most of the leg work. And according to this website, you got kicked in the balls by, umm, 21 different girls in the process, including whoever got you in the hallway downstairs. Are your balls okay by the way? You looked pretty wrecked.”
“I think I’ll be okay. My left ball has taken a lot of abuse today. It was pretty badly swollen and bruised earlier and I’m pretty sure it still is.”
“Oh, can I see?”
“Sure, I guess.” I stood up from the bed and pulled down my pants and underwear enough to flop my balls out.
“Wow!” she said, looking at them. “That one is pretty swollen and that’s a nice big bruise. That’s hot. How tender is it?” As she asked, she reached out, grabbed it, and gave it a sudden squeeze.
I gasped: the pain from just the little squeeze was still very intense. “Oh, please,” I managed to squeak.
“Wow! That is tender! How’s the other one doing?” She gave it a squeeze as well. I sucked a little air in when she grabbed it, but I otherwise could endure that pain fairly easily, she hadn’t squeezed all that hard and it wasn’t tender like the swollen one. “Not so bad, and his friend is getting interested,” she said gesturing towards my penis which was starting to get erect. “So, tell me, was it hot getting busted by all those girls?”
“It was definitely sexy and when I think about it now, I feel turned on. But at the time, some of it was sexy, but a lot of it was pretty overwhelming.”
“Have you seen the proof photos?”
“No. I don’t have a BallsBounty account.”
“Oh, of course. We should look, then. I bet it would be sexy to see. Do you think you could get hard if you played with yourself while looking at them?”
“Yeah, I’m sure I could,” I was starting to get hard just from the idea of doing that here in front of Zepz.
“Okay. Let’s do that, then. I’d like it if you went ahead and got naked.” She was being pretty forward with me, but honestly, I was okay with that. After some guy had kidnapped her and tried to bend her to his will, if she wanted to be in charge for a bit, I was completely okay with that.
I already had my cock and balls out since she’d been checking on my balls, but I went ahead and striped all of my clothes off. As I was removing my shoes and socks, I looked over and realized that she was taking off her shoes, too. And then she pulled her pants off. When she had said, “Let’s do that, then”, I assumed she had just meant that I would be playing with myself while looking at the proof photos on BallsBounty, but it was dawning on me then that she had probably meant that she’d be playing with herself, too.
She sat back down in the chair at her desk where the laptop was sitting and pulled up the first picture. I went and stood by her where I had a good view. It was Whitney’s selfie she had taken with me curled up on the floor behind her. She was smiling very broadly, looking both very pretty and very pleased with herself. I was on the floor behind her holding my aching nuts.
"Looks like she got you pretty good."
"Yeah. It was a solid and completely unexpected knee. It hurt my nuts pretty bad." I noticed that Zepz had started to gently touch her mound through her yellow cotton panties. It was a pretty sexy photo. I started to gently stroke my cock which was steadily stiffening both from the photo and from seeing Zepz enjoying herself.
She switched to the next photo. There the Asian girl in the elevator also smiling with me on the floor behind her. Her smile was more smug-looking than delighted. She looked pretty sexy in her workout gear. "She looks all set to workout," Zepz commented. "Did she kick you more than once?"
"Nope, just one good kick. I think she was on her way back into the building after jogging when she spotted me."
Things continued that way for the next couple of pictures, her asking me questions, me telling her about how it had happened. And all the while, she gently rubbed her snatch through her panties while I slowly stroked my hard cock.
When we got to the first round of videos, though, the ones with Cynthia kicking me in her sexy outfit like she might go clubbing in and Alyssa in the second bikini, she said, “Ooh! Videos!” She played them and when she actually saw Cynthia kick me in the balls and watched me collapse to the floor, she laughed out loud. “She got you pretty good!”
When she started the one with Alyssa, she said, “Wow! Look at her tits! They’re about as big as mine!” And then when she watched Alyssa kick my balls so forcefully and me collapse so quickly, she added “A kicker after my own heart. She really didn’t hold back!”
“Yeah, it was really painful.”
“Those last two videos looked like they were in the same apartment. Did you make some sort of deal? You had to know that something was up before the second one.”
“I knew before the first one. Alyssa, that’s the second girl, she’s been a project partner of mine in the past. She has a boyfriend at home, but she sent me a text saying that she needed a guy’s opinion about which bikini was sexier and asking me to come over. Thinking of her showing off big boobs in a sexy bikini temporarily made me an idiot, and I started for her place before I realized it was a trap to bust me. But I texted her back and we made a deal. She could bust me so long as she also told me why I kept getting kicked. Well, that and she really did have to wear a sexy bikini when she kicked me.”
“So, you’re into big boobs?”
“Uh, yeah,” I said, realizing that I’d let that slip.
“I didn’t realize. When you were with Libby I don’t remember you sneaking a lot of glances my way.”
“Well, I mean, she was pretty hot, too. But yeah, I thought your figure was nicer than hers, but I always tried not to show it. I didn’t want her to feel bad or anything. So I never looked unless I was pretty sure that neither of you would catch me looking.”
“Wow. So, if you didn’t want to upset her, why’d you end up dumping her?”
“Because she always talked to me like I was an idiot. I mean, it was more when we were alone than in public, so I don’t know how much of it you heard, but she wasn’t nice. And I kept asking her to stop it, and she wouldn’t. I mean, I’m no dummy. I’ve got like a 3.6 GPA. She was just always more organized and any time I was disorganized she’d do everything short of calling me a moron. I couldn’t take it anymore.”
“Yeah, I don’t remember her talking to you like that in front of me, but some of the things she said to me about you weren’t very kind. She always seemed to think you were sort of incompetent which didn’t really match my impression. It makes sense that you didn't want to have to put up with a girlfriend who had a low opinion of you. From her perspective, it seemed like the break up was all out of the blue, that you two were perfectly happy and then you just dumped her for no reason."
"I really did try talking to her about it before the break up, but she never really wanted to acknowledge that she was doing anything wrong and although she promised to be nicer sometimes, she didn’t really change anything. In the end, I knew that if she didn't treat me with respect, I couldn't be with her in the long term. And I did plan to tell her why I was breaking up with her, but as soon as I got to the breaking up part, she called me an asshole, kicked me in the balls, and shut the door."
“I hadn’t realized that she’d kicked you in the balls. Did you, like, find that hot at the time?”
“Yeah, I did. I didn’t like that she wouldn’t kick me as like foreplay but she would kick me in anger, but, really, it was still extremely sexy having her kick my balls.”
"So, like, putting this all together, does all this mean that what you would like most is a girl who talks to you respectfully, but then kicks you in the balls?”
“Yeah, kinda. I mean it’s hot having a girl exert sexual power over me. Like kicking me in my weak spot or getting me worked up and then giving me blue balls. But I don’t like when the girl doing it actually looks down on me as an individual. Like, I want a girl who thinks I’m pretty great, but wants to then wrap me around their finger and do mean things to me sexually, not conversationally.” I had stopped stroking my cock when we’d started talking about Libby, but I realized that I had started stroking again without meaning to as I fantasized about how I’d like to be treated.
“That does sound like it could be a fun relationship dynamic.” When she said that, I realized that she had started rubbing herself again, too.
We rewatched the videos a couple of times before moving on. I loved seeing Alyssa punt my plums on video and had trouble not going ahead and just ejaculating. But after that we moved on to the other pictures: Brooklyn and Tammi (or vice versa), Juanita, Deyva, and the redhead in the stairs on the way up to talk to Emma. We talked a little about each of them. Zepz was definitely enjoying seeing me curled up on the floor in pain again and again, and honestly, so was I.
When she got to the videos from the Wal-Mart, she asked “Where were these taken?”
“The security room of a Wal-Mart. I tried to buy a cup, you know a protective cup for my balls, but the cashier recognized me and called security on me.”
“You tried to buy a cup? I thought you were enjoying things?”
“Well, I mean, things were sexy, but it was getting too much. All those hard kicks we saw so far, that’s all in one day. I was worried that I was gonna really get seriously injured.”
“I didn’t even think of that when I set the bounty. I figured your nuts could probably take a licking.”
“Well, I mean, clearly they did okay. They’re still intact and everything. But I didn’t know for sure at that point. I mean, especially if all hundred possible girls had cashed in. I might have wound up a eunuch by the end of it all.”
“Aww, I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. You were just trying to escape a very dangerous situation. I mean, that guy might have killed you, and I’m sure he would have tried to rape you at some point. I don’t mind taking kicks to the nuts in order to save you. Even if I’d lost my balls, if it saved your life, it would totally have been worth it.”
She blushed just a little. “You’re sweet.”
“Thanks.”
“But I still like watching you get kicked in your balls.”
“Honestly, so do I. Now that I’m able to look back on it, the whole thing was sexy.”
“I’m glad. Let’s see what’s next. More girls in bikinis?”
“Yeah, by that point, I knew that you were missing, and I was trying to follow your trail after the party. Those girls were sunning themselves in front of a sorority which had security cameras. I let them collect the bounty, and they let me watch their security camera footage.”
“How many? Oh, wow, there are seven. That’s a lot.”
“Yeah, it was pretty painful, but worth it. They had footage of you walking by so I knew which way you were going.”
She then played the videos with her own running commentary saying things like “She got you good!” and “Oh, another busty one!” It was very sexy getting to watch those videos. I remembered the ballbusting, of course, but the videos gave me a completely different view of what was happening, The girls all looked sexy, and it was hot seeing them kick me so enthusiastically. By the end, I was getting close to the edge again. I felt like it would be rude to just start cumming all over Zepz’s desk, so I held back.
She happened to notice how hard I was and how slowly and gently I was stroking myself at that point. “Are you close?”
“Very close,” I answered, honestly.
“Well, don’t do it yet. You’ll hold out for me, won’t you?”
“I guess so,” I said somewhat reluctantly.
“You said you like girls getting you all worked up, right?”
“Yeah, I did say that.”
“So, then I’m in charge of getting you all worked up. So you’re not allowed to cum yet. Not until I say so, okay?” There was an edge in her voice now, enough to say that she really meant it. But it still felt like a playful bossiness, not something where she would have been genuinely angry with me. Still, it was enough to engage me.
“Yes, Ma’am,” I said, trying to indicate that I was going to follow her orders.
“I’m not that old. How about ‘Yes, Miss’?”
“Yes, Miss.”
“That’s better. No cumming, okay?”
“Yes, Miss.”
“Good. Now let’s watch these bikini ones a few more times.”
I groaned a little, worried about my ability to hang on. I was especially concerned when, as we were rewatching the series of them again, she slipped her hand under her panties and appeared to put a finger inside of herself. As she showed them again and then once more, I stroked my twitching cock very gently and slowly managing to not push myself over even as she started making soft moans. Then she replayed the one with the busty sorority girl a couple more times by itself. I could see the girl’s big soft breasts jiggling as she kicked me in the crotch while I heard Zepz fingering herself and moaning. It was difficult to not cum, but I managed. Then she played the whole sorority series again.
Finally we moved on to the last set of proof pictures, the clerk from the convenience store and the two girls from the hallway downstairs from just before. And then when I thought we were all done, she replayed the busty girl from the sorority and then Alyssa’s videos twice apiece. Then she asked me, “Do you know why I like those two the best?”
“No, Miss,” I answered, still playing my role.
“Because, as a chesty girl myself, I find it easiest to imagine myself as them. But, you know, I don’t think imagining is enough. I think I need to hurt your balls, too. I mean, honestly, watching all of this, I feel a little left out. You took all this ball pain for my sake, but I didn’t get to inflict any of it myself. I know you’ve been through a lot today. I mean, that sorority stuff, that was all this morning. So you’ve been busted what, seven plus one plus two, ten times today?”
“Eleven, actually, Miss. The police detective busted my balls, too. She just didn’t submit to BallsBounty.”
Zepz chuckled but then slipped into a sort of a sultry tone. “And, also, you’re my hero who saved me. So you don’t have to let me play rough with your balls, but boy do I want to. And, well, I have a bonus to offer. You still haven’t actually ever really seen my zeppelins when they’re free. You might call me Zepz like my girlfriends, but you’ve never seen them.”
“Wait, is Zepz a nickname? Like because you have big boobs?” I wound up breaking the sort of seductive mood she seemed to be working on with her tone of voice because it had just occurred to me and I couldn’t help but blurt out the question.
“Yup.”
“Really? Now I feel a little bad about calling you Zepz.”
“No, don’t. This is what my friends call me. You call me that because it’s how Libby introduced me. No one calls me Jennifer but my teachers and my parents. I got the nickname from the girls on my high school swim team, and it suits me.”
“Still, that feels weird to call you Zepz just because you have big tits. It feels like calling you Tits McGee.”
“It’s not just because they’re big. It’s because of how pointy they are and how much they stick out rather than hang down.”
I swallowed. That had taken me a little by surprise and now I was trying to visualize. I was still stroking my cock, and I definitely could imagine what she might look like if her big breasts were as pointy as it sounded. It made me extremely eager to see them. And honestly, at this point, I probably would have let her kick me in the balls just because she wanted to. I was terribly hard and for the last while had been watching nothing but ballbusting videos and pictures starring myself getting busted repeatedly. And while I watched this, I was listening to a sexy girl masturbate and moan softly watching it with me. I was so horny, I doubted I could say no to most anything she asked. Any promise of getting to see her big boobs naked was just icing on the cake.
“So,” she continued, “would you like to see them? Or, more importantly, would you like to see them enough that you’re willing to offer up your poor aching nuts for more abuse?”
“Yes, Miss,” I said. “Please abuse my nuts, but not the left one too much. I don’t want to lose it.”
“Oh, that’s true. Well, how about I see if I can make the right one match the left?”
“Yes, Miss” I said, swallowing. I was starting to feel a little nervous, but my throbbing cock urged me on.
“Okay, so first, time for the zeppelins to come out.” First she pulled off her hoodie and her shirt together in one motion and discarded them on the floor. Her bra was quite large, but definitely more round in shape than pointy. Next she reached behind her back and undid it. Then she removed it to reveal some absolutely magnificent tits. They were just as she described, as big as I knew they were, very pointy once no longer confined, and extremely pert.
They really did almost float there sticking out from her rib cage like two zeppelins. The breasts came to a point at the nipples but each nipple was also pointy with a long nub. Once they were naked, she gave them a little shake, for effect. They bounced and shook in front of her, her pointy nipples even sort of shaking separately in front of the main part of her breasts, and I had to stop stroking since I wasn’t allowed to cum yet.
"Okay," she said with a smile. "Time to pay for it. Here, get on my bed."
I laid down on my back on her bed.
"Hands behind your head," she instructed. "And keep them there: you haven't earned touching privileges yet."
I put behind my head, as instructed, and she climbed on top of me, straddling my thighs so that my crotch was in front of her. She was still wearing only panties so I enjoyed watching her lovely form as she climbed on. Just having her there atop me was terribly arousing and my erect cock twitched in anticipation of whatever was to come. My thighs were together, but my balls were on top of them, so I still felt quite vulnerable.
Using her left hand, she encircled the base of my right ball, pushing it up so that it was trapped above her finger and thumb. Then using her right hand, she punched it hard. I had been expecting the blow by the time it came, but still, it took my breath away. I managed, however to not react too much until the second punch landed just a couple of seconds later. That one was enough to make me grunt and squirm in response.
The third blow which quickly followed that one made me involuntarily try to move my thighs, but with her sitting on them, they weren't going anywhere. And when the fourth one came just a couple of seconds later, I was gasping for breath, the relentless assault just overwhelming even my normal breathing process. I felt like I should be moaning or gasping in pain, but I just couldn't find the breath to do it.
She smiled at my reaction to ask this, enjoying the squirming and how much trouble I was having breathing. She gave me a little break to catch my breath.
After a moment I said, "Wow! You hit hard and fast!"
She smiled and said, "And a lot of times!" and punched my trapped right ball again, just as hard. The pain was building with each hit. This one made me shut my eyes for a moment. That mostly just meant that I didn't see the next punch coming. That was the one which finally overwhelmed me. It seemed much harder than the others and when it landed, I could feel my nut distending and an immense pain ran up me. I let out a little “ah” sort of sound and, before I had even thought about it, my hands were off of my head and covering my testicle. It was a slightly odd position to be in because her left hand was still holding my nut from underneath, but now both of my hands were on top so she couldn’t punch it.
“Oh, please,” I said, begging for mercy.
“Do you like the titties?” she asked teasingly.
I wasn’t sure why she was asking, but the unexpected question cut through the pain enough that I just blurted out an answer without thinking at all. “Yes! They’re fantastic!”
“Well, then you’ve got to pay for being allowed to see them,” she said with a sparkle in her eye. “Two more punches should be enough. Move your hands.”
I didn’t really want to, but then I did want to please her, so, slowly, I put them back up towards my head. She still had hold of my ball with her left hand. The moment my hands were on my head, her fist came down hard and fast and smashed my poor trapped nut against her left hand again.
I shuddered in agony. I felt like my ball was about to break the pain was so overwhelming. I was mostly out of it at this point, not even enjoying the view of her magnificent tits or the sexiness of the situation.
I heard her say “Move your hands,” in a sweet voice and only then did I realize that I had instinctively covered myself once more. I did not want to move my hands. My nut was so tender now that I knew that even one more punch was going to be completely overwhelming. I looked up at her plaintively, but when I did, I realized that her right hand wasn’t balled up in a fist ready to strike: it was in her panties, frigging herself silly. “Please,” she said sweetly again, her voice cracking just a little, “just one more.” And I realized that I could see it in her face and in the way her body was quivering, if I let her punch my poor pummeled testical one more time, she was going to orgasm right there on top of me.
I weighed them against each other briefly, her ecstasy, my agony, but really there was no choice. My cock was already getting hard again at the thought as I looked up at her, her pretty face getting flush, her huge pointy tits quivering above me. I knew what I had to do. I moved my hands.
As soon as they were out of the way, her right hand was off of her snatch and balled into a fist. And as I watched, it smashed every so hard into my poor trapped testicle, knuckle first. The world moved in slow motion as it compressed first in the middle distending painfully and then flattened generally and waves of pain and nausea began to flow over me. It was so strong that I found myself instinctively suddenly turning sideways with a jerk, trying to curl up into a ball, but her left hand was still holding my nut in place, so I wound up just adding the pain of a pulled cord to my agony and not moving very far.
I could feel myself being engulfed in the pain and drifting away from the world into just agony but one thing tethered me back to reality and that was the sound of Zepz cumming. Her hand was back at work on her quim, and she was working it vigorously. And soon she was gasping and bucking and her huge tits were quivering and shaking violently as she did. Her orgasm was a sight to behold and even in my battered state, my cock soon found itself erect and twitching, hoping desperately that it would get a chance to please her next.
Instead, though, when the waves of her orgasm had subsided, she leaned down towards me and kissed me. “You’re perfect,” she said, and kissed me again. “You saved me and now you’re letting me torment your balls just so I can get off.” She kissed me again, and I eagerly kissed her back. “You’re so great,” she said and kissed me again.
“You’re worth it,” I said, between kisses. She pressed her chest down against mine, and we made out vigorously, kissing and touching each other, her hands on my face and shoulders, mine on her back and her round pert ass. Soon she was worked up again and rubbing her snatch against my erect cock through her cotton panties. We continued this for a good while, lost in the passion of each other’s bodies.
Eventually, we rolled onto to one side, me on my right side and her in front of me on her left side, and then she pulled back for a little break. “Can I do a little squeezing?” she asked.
“I guess so,” I replied, trying to sound like I still had some control, when in truth my throbbing erection meant that I would have consented to pretty well anything she could have asked.
She was to my right, and this time her left hand went into her panties and her right hand seized my right nut. Instead of cradling it for punching, this time she grabbed it and squeezed it, holding it with her fingers and pressing into the middle with her thumb. Abusing my poor tender nut like that got an immediate reaction from me. I was twitching and moaning and squirming a little back and forth. And she seemed to love that, masturbating herself intensely and doing her own moaning in return.
My cock stayed rock hard despite the abuse to its friend. The whole scenario was painful, but very hot. I was handling it well until she suddenly let go of my right ball and grabbed my swollen left one. As her thumb pressed into my tender brutalized testicle I let out a shriek of pain. This seemed to make her squeeze even harder, and I started to thrash in her grip, trying to get away, but to no avail. Just a few seconds of this, though, was enough to start her on another wave of orgasms.
And as she came she squeezed alternately tighter and looser as the waves of orgasm engulfed her, and I alternately shrieked in pain and collapsed in relief. When her orgasm finally subsided, my erection was long gone.
“Oops,” she said. “I may have overdone that. Is he still all in one piece?” She probed my big tender left ball. It was still intact, although more tender than before. Even her little probes set off shudders of pain. “Sorry. Okay, no more ballbusting. I’ll make it all better.”
She climbed up onto all fours and starting towards me. “How about some boobs in your face? Would you like that?”
“Oh yes,” I replied despite how sapped of energy I was.
“No touching. No sucking or licking the nipples yet. And you can play with yourself, but no cumming.” She came forward so that her big tits, now especially zeppelin-shaped with the weight of them hanging below her chest emphasizing the points of her nipples, which were now at the bottom, were right in my face. She dangled them there, moving them around so that her pointy nipples were in front of my lips and then up just before my eyes, so close that I couldn’t even focus on them, and then back down, tantalizing me with them, almost daring me to touch them or lick them. I stroked my cock extremely gently, mesmerized by her lovely breasts, but I was hard and twitching in no time.
And then she arched her back just a little more, lowering her tits so that her right nipple just brushed my nose. And then she rotated and her left nipple glanced across my forehead. I had to stop touching my cock altogether if I didn’t want to disobey her by ejaculating in enormous spurts right then and there. And then she pressed her right nipple against my cheek and then leaned in, pushing it in. Her breast yielded as she leaned further and further in, spreading the flesh of her big soft tit against the whole side of my face as she leaned further and further in, overwhelming me with it. Soon she leaned so far in that the edge of her breast was even pushing my nose somewhat sideways painfully, but I didn’t complain.
And then she pulled back up. “All better?” she asked.
“Yes, um, everything’s good,” I said, actually meaning that I was as horny as I had ever been in my life.
“Great!” she said. “You’ve been my hero and now taken all this ball abuse to please me. You’re so terrific! So as a reward, I think you should get to cum …” she said, pausing. And in the pause my heart leapt. I was so eager. And then she continued, “... tomorrow.”
My jaw dropped open. Was she serious? She looked at my expression and smiled. “Hey, you told me you like girls who get you all worked up and then blue ball you.”
I sighed, disappointed, but honestly, my cock just got harder at the idea of being teased for a whole additional day.
“Let’s spoon for a while, okay? I feel like being the big spoon,” she said smiling.
That sounded okay, so she rolled over so that she was lying on her bed in a crescent position and invited me to move over there against her. I did. She pulled in tight, positioning herself so that her big tits were squished right against the middle of my back and so that her right hand had access to my groin. She started out giving each of my balls a quick fondle.
“Well,” she said, “I don’t think we quite reached our goal. The right one isn’t as swollen as the left, but I think it’s definitely bigger than when we started.”
“Seems like,” I said. “I don’t think it really would have been great to get it that big. That feels kind of dangerous.”
“True, but dangerous can be kind of hot,” she said, and with that she moved her hand to my cock. She first gave it a squeeze and then started to stroke it gently. I knew I couldn’t take too much without cumming, but honestly, I was so eager to cum, I didn’t say anything, hoping that she would overdo it.
But after the first few light strokes, which were just enough to get me near the edge, there was a pause where she just held my cock in her hand but didn’t move it at all. I could tell she was playing me expertly letting me calm down and I was just starting to feel in control when she applied a few more strokes to my twitching cock and then gave me a slightly longer pause.
Then there were a few more light strokes, a short pause, a few more strokes, and then just as I was about to go over the edge, a pause. And that pause lasted and lasted as my hard cock sat there twitching over and over again. And then I felt her hand relax against my cock a little, and I heard the distinct sound of her starting to snore. For a moment, I thought that maybe this was some sort of mind game or something, but after a bit I faced the simple truth. She’d had an awfully long stressful day beginning while she was still in captivity, and now she was exhausted and had fallen asleep right there.
After a couple more minutes, I was certain that this girl who was all snuggled up against me was now definitely asleep. A certain twitching part of me wanted to try to rouse her, but a combination of the more chivalrous part of me which felt that after the day she’d had she deserved some rest and the more sensible part of me which remembered that she’d said I wasn’t going to get to cum until tomorrow anyway combined to decide instead that I should let her sleep.
It wasn’t all that easy because she was so pressed up against me that I couldn’t move at all without risking disturbing her. Well, except, of course, clearly my cock could twitch in her hand without waking her because it was still doing that. A combination of the sensation of her body against mine, including those incredible breasts of hers still pressed against my back, and the tease of the whole thing left me still completely rock hard.
Honestly, I thought that now that my cock wasn’t getting stroked any more, I would quickly lose my erection, but that wasn’t what happened at all. Intellectually I knew that nothing further was happening, but apparently my reptile brain interpreted having this lovely girl curled around me with her hand on my cock and all the attention from earlier as solid evidence that it should keep my cock rock hard because sex could happen at any moment.
As I lay there watching the clock (it was just after midnight), I was sure that soon my erection would subside as soon as my mind wandered to other things. But, I really couldn’t think about anything other than her and how much my balls had been abused. Half an hour after she’d fallen asleep I was still hard and twitching, and I thought I could feel the blue balls setting in which was then something else sexy to bump around in my mind.
A half an hour later, I was still rigid and my balls were definitely blue. I felt like I was at a point of no return where the tease was just sustaining itself because I couldn’t think of anything else other than how hard my cock was. Another half hour later, now an entire hour and a half since she’d fallen asleep, I couldn’t believe that I was still lying there with her limp hand on my erect cock.
After a full two hours of lying there the cramps I was getting from not moving were finally hurting more than my blue balls, but it seemed like my cock muscles had cramped into position in a way that left me hard rather than soft. I was starting to worry a little about if this was dangerous, but honestly, that was hot, too. And the other bit which was starting to really nag at me was my bladder.
So, finally, I got up, unentangling myself from her. She didn’t appear to stir much, and I felt relieved. She did deserve to have a good sleep after her ordeal. I headed to the bathroom. I stood in front of the toilet squeezing under the head of my cock, pushing it down in the direction of the toilet bowl, and visualizing waterfalls in the hopes that I could actually pee without spraying the walls. Finally, I got it just bendy enough that I was able to aim for the bowl. Once the stream of urine started flowing, things naturally softened up a little and were easier.
The force with which the urine came out was a little surprising to me, though. All that pent up need to cum was perhaps adding to the intensity of the stream of urine. And after it was all out, I actually felt a little less horny as well. My cock was mostly deflated and pointed down by the end of peeing and somehow the release of urine had substituted in some small way for the release of cum. After washing my hands, I headed back to bed intending to get to sleep and thinking that I might actually be able to.
When I got there, she had shifted position. And looking at her sleeping form there in the half light, her slender limbs splayed out, her wide hips and narrow waist being especially emphasized by the way she was lying on her side, her pretty hair across the pillow, and her big amazing breasts, one lying atop the other, my cock came right back to life. She looked so sexy and feminine. And her lying there in the bed I’d just left just pushed into my head again ideas about how amazing it would be to have sex with her. And before I knew it, I was right back at full mast as if nothing had intervened.
I started stroking my cock imagining how nice it would be to get inside her. It felt amazing to stroke again, but I was crazy sensitive and I had to stop again after a few seconds if I was going to obey her order to not cum yet.
I just stood there for a few more minutes admiring her form with my hard cock jutting before me in the half light. And then eventually, I figured that I had to try to get to sleep in some form. The carpet didn’t look very comfortable, so I decided to get back in bed even at a risk of disturbing her.
I sat down on the edge of the bed and then tried to snuggle back into her spoon even though she had shifted some. She woke a little and put her arm around me. She leaned her head forward and kissed me on my cheek. I turned my head towards hers, and we kissed on the mouth. She scooted over and pulled me down onto her bed so that I was lying on my back. She snuggled up against me, putting her body part way across mine: her right tit pressed against my chest, her right thigh now between my legs, pressing gently against my hard cock.
She kissed me again and sighed with an “mmm” and fell back asleep again. I lay there still hard and still unable to do anything about it. If I turned my head just a little I could see the clock. For half an hour I just watched the digits advance and tried unsuccessfully not to think about my hard cock, my aching balls, or the sexy, sexy girl snuggled up against me.
And then eventually, I realized that I hadn’t seen the last ten minutes go by on the clock and then a bit later realized that I hadn’t seen a whole hour. And although it didn’t feel like it, I was actually sleeping. And then, what felt like just a bit later the whole room was full of light and I was alone in the bed.
I felt so frustrated that she was gone. And my cock was now hard with morning wood. I wasn’t sure I could stop myself from touching it and cumming. She had said I could cum today, but I felt like I had earned something more than just a lonely wank in a sexy girl’s bedroom after she’d left for class and then a walk of shame home afterwards. And then, just as I was reaching out to grab hold of my erection, I heard a flush from the bathroom.
I put my hand back at my side as she came bouncing back into the room, full of light and air and still wearing nothing but a pair of panties. “Oh good, you’re up!”
“Yeah.”
“Oh, and in more ways than one. Thanks for sleeping over, by the way. I didn’t feel anxious once you were here. And sorry about last night.”
“Sorry? What are you sorry about?”
“Well, I didn’t really mean to give you blue balls. I was just going to tease you a little more. When I said you couldn’t cum until tomorrow, it was like 11:55. So I was just going to tease you for like ten or fifteen more minutes until it was after midnight and then say, ‘Surprise! It’s tomorrow!’ and give you an awesome blow job. But, um, I fell asleep. Sorry!”
“It’s okay. You had had a long day.”
“That’s true. So, it looks like you might still be up for a blow job.”
“Yes! Definitely!”
“Here,” she said, “sit right here.”
I moved to the edge of the bed, and she had me scoot out so that my butt was on the bed, but my cock was sticking out into the air while my balls dangled down. She knelt down in front of the bed and grabbed my hard dick with her hands and started working the shaft with them while she used her mouth to lick and suck the head of my cock.
I’d love to give you a long, drawn out description, but the fact of the matter is that I was so turned on, that I was ready to blow in about twenty seconds. “Oh, God!” I said. “I’m gonna cum!” And right as I said this, she took her right hand off of my shaft and punched me hard hitting my right nut with an exacting and intensely strong blow.
It felt like she had punched the cum right out of me, and I spurted and spurted in intense waves of orgasm. She sucked all the cum down continuing to stimulate my cock head with her tongue until I finally stopped bucking in pleasure.
“That looked like it was pretty good.”
“Oh, God, yes,” I said, smiling.
“So,” she said. “I’m going to get a quick shower and then head to work. I’m sure everyone will be relieved to see me. Can you come over again tonight? And maybe the next few?” she said with an air of hopefulness which made me realize that she was asking for something which was likely going to be much more than casual. She sort of shifted a little, waiting for my answer and I realized that she might not know how thrilling the idea of being her boyfriend sounded to me.
I didn’t want to say too much and risk scaring her off, but I did manage to find the words, “There’s no place in the world I’d rather be than back here with you tonight.” And that managed to bring a pretty bright smile to her face.
We went our separate ways for the day, but that night she took me out to dinner to say thank you to me for rescuing her. She wore a very tight and low-cut red top, and dinner was mostly just one long struggle where I tried to remember not to stare. And that evening, after supper, she took me back to her apartment and in an exciting mix of love and cruelty, made out with me tenderly and played very roughly with my balls. That time she didn’t blue ball me, instead letting me masturbate in a very sexy teasing game of red light green light.
And things continued like that for the next week with me sleeping over at her place every night and enjoying her sexual torment and sometimes getting release, but always sleeping cuddled together in her bed. Finally, after a week, I asked her to be my girlfriend, making official what both of us were already treating as true, and she accepted. And that’s the story of how I wound up dating Zepz and, as I said, of the second through second through twenty-third girls to play rough with my balls: the twenty-one girls who busted me because of the bounty, and, last but not least, Zepz.
Continued in a short epilogue.
Monday, August 12, 2019
BallsBounty Chapter 7: Hard Evidence
Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6
From here I headed down the street. The next block was houses, but no one seemed to be home. Just beyond that, though, there was a building with a couple of stores and then a parking lot after it. The first store, a thrift shop, didn't have cameras. The second one, though was a convenience store so I felt pretty sure that they would.
I went inside and there were a couple of clerks, an older white guy and a very cute black girl. She was slender, and the tight grey polo shirt she was wearing for work really hugged her pert round tits. She looked pretty hot in it, but by this point I was hoping not to get nutted any more for a while. I told the two of them about my missing friend, leaving out any reference to BallsBounty. The young black woman said, "I can help you with that. Come to the back with me. That's where the playback system is."
I followed her into the back room where all their inventory was, but I was suspicious. I felt like I'd seen a gleam of recognition in her eye. But then she really did sit down at the console and start cueing the video back to late Saturday night. I stood behind her and to one side.
I breathed a sigh of relief. "Whew," I said. "I was afraid you were just getting me back here to collect from BallsBounty. I'm glad you're really helping."
"Wait, you're on BallsBounty?" she asked.
I knew I'd stepped in it, but I tried to avoid the inevitable. "No, no, it's just something I'd heard about." Just then, Zepz appeared on the video. "Hey! That's her!" She was walking by the front of the store. You could see her clearly through the store window on the security footage. I looked down at the clerk to see her reaction which is when I realized that although she'd been scrolling through the footage using fast forward and rewind with her left hand, she had gotten her phone out and was working it one-handed. I saw my own face looking back at me from the front page of the BallsBounty app.
I won't say that I was ready for her to suddenly punch me full force right in the balls, but at least I understood why it was happening. My balls hadn't really recovered much in the few minutes since leaving the sorority, and the punch, to my surprise, floored me. Once she hit them, I just crumpled to the floor, my legs giving out. I lay there on the concrete floor in the fetal position, holding my nuts, moaning softly. But after about thirty seconds, I heard the clerk say, "Oh shit! Your friend's in real trouble!"
That managed to penetrate the fog of pain. I looked up. "What happened?" I asked.
"She's been kidnapped! Here, look!"
I managed to sit up despite the pain and look at the monitors. There were two monitors, each with four cameras, one in each quadrant. In the camera view I'd seen earlier, I could see Zepz walking by the store, and as she gets towards the edge of that camera I could see her appear on another camera. She walked on past the end of the storefront and then I could see her on the parking lot camera. And then she'd walked past the end of the parking lot, and she disappeared from view just past the end of the light thrown by the lights of the parking lot.
And for a moment, I wondered what the clerk was talking about since it seemed like Zepz had only walked by the convenience store which doesn’t seem that troubling. And then suddenly on the video of the parking lot camera, I saw a door open from a car which was parked on the street. The cabin light was just enough that I could see a man get out holding some sort of rag or piece of cloth. Then he was beyond the light of the car, but in a moment he was back, moving towards the car and supporting the limp figure of a tall woman with long dark hair.
This is all happening far enough away that I couldn't see her face and it was too dark and distant to clearly see if the woman had the same clothes we'd just seen Zepz wearing, but I was sure it was her because we hadn’t seen anyone else go that way and it looked like her from a distance. He opened the back door and pushed her into the back seat, lifting her legs so he could close the door. And then he ran around to the driver's side, got in, and tore away into the night.
It was everything I'd feared. She'd been kidnapped by some sociopath. This was serious business. The clerk knew it, too. "I'll see if I can find the license plate number somewhere on the footage. You go get the cops!"
"Should I call 911?" I asked.
"No, no. There's a police substation one block that way," she said motioning in the direction of behind the convenience store. "See if you can get a detective!"
It occurred to me that I ought to look at the police report from before, so I pulled that up on my phone. The form included information about the investigating detective, including his work address, and it matched the name of the next street over. So I figured I should head over and see if the investigating officer, who it said was “Detective Green” was available. When I left the back room, the other clerk was busy with a customer, so I figured I’d let her fill him in, and I headed directly out and then to the station.
The police station was just a small substation, but it had police cars in the parking lot and when I went in, there was a reception area and then several desks behind it. I asked for Detective Green, but the officer at reception said he was away for the day and not available. Another detective piped up, “He told me about this case, I can help him.” She was a pretty young detective. She was short, but slender and on the chesty side. She wore a tight pantsuit with her badge in a holder on the breast pocket. Her dark hair was back in a ponytail showing off her pretty face.
She came up to the reception area. “Here, come with me back to the interview room, and we can discuss the case. I have new information for you.”
“Oh,” I said, “so do I.” I let her lead me back to the interview room. It was a plain room with a bare concrete floor and a table in the middle. We both walked in, and then she closed the door behind us. As I turned back to her, she stepped in and kneed me in the balls. My balls were still so tender, I fell immediately to the ground, moaning. The pain was so bad my stomach was cramping, and I thought I might vomit.
“I know what this is,” she said, mocking me, “someone kicked your poor little balls and like all the guys you reported it to Green since he’s the only male detective here. Well, he’s not going to help you and neither am I. I don’t know what you did, but I’m sure you deserve this.” She looked down at me there on the floor. My thighs were squeezed tightly together as I was curled up in the fetal position, but my hands were across my cramping stomach rather than guarding my poor tender balls. Seeing that, she gave them one more kick. The toe of her pump got me just in my left ball, the point of it slamming directly into the center of my left testicle, pressing it back against my thigh. The pain was so intense that I, honest to god, thought that she had ruptured it. I writhed on the floor, kicking and flopping about trying to dull the pain. The only thing which kept me from screaming was trying to not vomit. I could feel my breakfast cereal mixed with bile rising in my throat. and I swallowed trying to hold it back down.
I heard her chuckling at my pain and although, thinking back, I would later find that somewhat hot, at the time, it made me angry enough that I was able to spit out a couple of words. “Missing person!”
“What?”
I tried to control my breathing and talk through the pain, but it was difficult. “I’m here because my friend was kidnapped.”
“Oh,” she said. “Oh!” Her whole demeanor changed. “I guess I’ll get you some ice, then.” She disappeared and came back with some ice for my groin.
When she returned a couple of minutes later with a plastic bag of ice cubes, she helped me sit up against the wall, and I held the bag against my crotch. “I think you might have ruptured one. I probably need to go to the hospital,” I said, feeling sincerely worried.
“I didn’t kick that hard, but we can check,” she said. She began pulling at my shorts to help me get them down without having to stand. Once we got my shorts and underwear off, which was a struggle to do without standing, we were able to get a good look at them. My left nut had a big fresh purple bruise and was swollen to almost twice the size of the right one which looked kind of swollen itself, but it was definitely not ruptured.
“Oh, thank goodness,” I said. “Still in one piece.”
“Why do you have tape around your penis?”
“It got injured when I got kicked earlier, and I didn’t want it to get damaged.”
“So you knew more kicking was coming?”
“Yeah. You’ve done a good job of not letting it slip, but I know about BallsBounty. I know I’m on the front page. It’s all connected to my friend. She’s been kidnapped. We’ve got to help her.”
“Wait, how’s all of this connected?” she asked, sounding pretty confused at this point.
“I don’t know, entirely, but I think that the BallsBounty thing is a call for help. She was kidnapped Saturday night on her way home from a party. I just found that out. We knew no one had seen her, but I just found out what happened, that’s why I came here. But Sunday she posted me on BallsBounty. So, she posted after she got kidnapped. If we can find out where she posted from, I think we can rescue her, and I think maybe that’s why she posted.”
“How do you know she got kidnapped?”
“I checked along her route home. There’s a convenience store a couple of blocks from here which caught it on videotape. That’s why I came here, to get a detective to come see the footage.”
“Oh, sorry for kicking you.”
“That’s okay. I’ll live,” I said. What I actually meant was that I was glad to be intact and not having to go to the emergency room, but also that given that I was intact, I’d probably wind up jacking off thinking about all of this later.
“Okay,” she said, “We’ve got several things to do. I’ll see if I can find a way to contact BallsBounty. And then we’ll probably need to get a court order to get location data from the ISP, so I should go get a copy of the video from the store logged into our evidence system.”
So she set to work. Somehow she did manage to get BallsBounty on the phone and once she proved that she was a member, an ardent supporter, and also a police officer they really listened to her. Then once she convinced them that she was trying to locate one of their members who had been kidnapped, not identify someone to press charges for assault, they were willing to give over the IP address. It was fairly easy to find out what ISP owned the block of addresses which included that one. But getting the ISP to provide the customer was a whole additional thing. They wanted a court order.
We went back to the convenience store, and she viewed the video and then got a copy of it. The clerk had not been able to find a clear shot on the video which included the license plate. The detective sent a copy of the video to the district attorney along with a witness statement from me saying that I’d seen communication from Zepz via a website (not named specifically) and then a statement from her that the website had indicated which IP address had been used. But still, it was hours before the court order was processed and delivered to the ISP and before they responded. And then we had to get a search warrant. In the meantime, I texted Emma to let her know what was up.
By the time everything came through and we had location information and the search warrant, it was almost evening. The detective offered that I could ride along as they served it. The house turned out to be about half an hour away, out in the country. And disappointingly, it turned out to be owned by a little old lady. As the police searched the house, they asked her if anyone else lived there, like if she had a son or renter or anyone and the answer was no across the board. She was very cooperative, and there’s no way she was the kidnapper, but the police checked the house from top to bottom just in case and found no sign of anyone other than the old lady having been there.
It was starting to look like a deadend, but as I thought about it, I realized that you don’t have to be in a given house to use its WiFi, and out here in the country where there aren’t a lot of routers operating you can sometimes get pretty good range. So I went outside and started looking around. There was a house across the corn field and just a bit up the hill which had a tall wooden fence and a bunch of no trespassing and keep out signs which immediately raised my suspicion. I headed across the corn field and when I got to the fence, I found that I could peek through the cracks between the boards. I could see that the house was fairly dark except for one room which was lit up but had the curtains closed and a little basement window. I looked at that, trying to see what I could when suddenly, someone walked by it inside the house. I could only see part of their head as they went by the window, but instantly I recognized that it was Zepz. I’d found her!
I went running back to the cops. “She’s not here! She’s in that house up the hill! I saw her!” The detective and the pair of patrolmen accompanying her came with me immediately. I showed them where I’d peaked through the fence and pointed out the window. It seemed like forever before they saw her pass in front of the window. Once they did, the detective immediately got on the phone to the DA, leaving me to watch to make sure that she seemed to still be okay, that the kidnapper didn’t show up in the basement to do anything. Police are allowed to rush in without a search warrant when someone is in immediate danger, so we maybe could have, but the detective wanted to make sure we nailed this guy and with all the keep out signs on the fence, it was best to make sure he didn’t have a defense.
It took about ten minutes for the DA to talk to a judge and secure an emergency search and arrest warrant. My heart was pounding with worry the whole time. I was so scared that just when we’d found her something bad would happen, but fortunately nothing did. Once we had the warrant, the cops stormed in. They found only one person in the house, a man in his late thirties who had to be the kidnapper. I stayed outside on the porch. The man was the only one in the upstairs part of the house and although there were a lot of guns in the house, he didn’t put up a fight just muttered about how this was “tyranny” while allowing himself to be arrested.
As one of the officers told me that things were clear and waved me into the house (I’d been watching through the open front door), the other one opened up the basement and yelled down, “Police, Ma’am! We’re here to rescue you!”
I headed in that direction and when I got there, she was coming up the basement stairs. She looked haggard and stressed, but healthy. It looked like she was still in the same clothes from Saturday night, black pants and a blue shirt which showed a lot of cleavage. “Ed!” she said when she saw me. “It worked! You rescued me!” And she jumped on me, giving me a big hug, the kind that squished her big breasts right against my chest and then squeezed them there. I returned the hug. Primarily I was relieved to see her, but, you know, the boobies were nice, too.
On the drive back to the police station, she told me about what had happened. “I was walking home from the party when suddenly, someone put this cloth over my face from behind. It smelled like a weird chemical and I passed out. I woke up in that awful basement. Initially, I was alone, but then that guy came down the stairs to tell me that I was going to be his bride. He had a handgun pointed at me at the time. Every time I saw him he had a gun pointed at me. And good thing for him he did or I’d have kicked him in the balls and ran.”
“I’m sure you would have.”
“He was always really cautious when he brought me food or changed the poop bucket. But he kept telling me how I’d be happy if I just relaxed and learned to enjoy it.”
“Did he touch you or anything?” I asked, not wanting to use the word “rape” in case he had since I’m sure it would be still quite a raw wound.
“No. He was waiting until after the wedding, which was supposed to be Friday. He gave me a dress to put on and everything. He told me that I was pretty like his mom had been and wanted me to wear the dress she’d been married in. I’ve never met the woman, but I can tell you from her dress that she was slender, about five foot or so, and at most a B-cup. There’s no way my tall busty self was fitting in that dress. He was clearly delusional in more than one way.”
“This whole thing sounds like a nightmare.”
“Yes. I’m so glad you saved me. Thank goodness I found that old cellphone and charger in that box in the basement.”
“So, umm, if you had a cellphone, why not just call 911 instead of put a bounty on my nuts?”
“I couldn’t get any bars from the basement. I tried calling 911 holding it up to each window a whole bunch of times, but I never got through. With it held up to one of the windows, though, I could just barely get WiFi.”
“Okay, but why BallsBounty? Why not like Twitter?”
“I tried a bunch of different sites first. This cell phone was ancient and most of them just gave me a ‘please update your browser’ screen or a ‘please download our app’ page. Twitter actually seemed like it would work, but I couldn’t log in because I had two-factor turned on, and he had my phone. And then the create new account page needed either a working phone number or email to validate and I couldn’t get texts and couldn’t find an email service which I could log into with that old-ass web browser. So then I tried just every website I could think of. And BallsBounty worked. It wasn’t perfectly functional, but I could log in and at least post a bounty. My bank account was already linked to my account after I'd posted that bounty on that guy who had tried to rape me.”
"Someone tried to rape you?"
"Yeah. Last year. We were on a date and at the end, he asked if he could come up and use my bathroom. I let him and he tried to force himself on me. I kneed his nuts as hard as I could and then as he tried to run away, I got him with another kick or two before I dragged him out of the apartment. I didn't call the cops because there was no evidence, but he definitely deserved more kicking, so I got him ten more kicks on BallsBounty."
“Not to complain since it all worked out and I’m glad we rescued you, but why me and why a hundred kicks?”
"Oh, well, the hundred kicks was to make sure you couldn't ignore it. And I chose you for three reasons. One, you were already in the system. Two, I thought you'd probably be smart enough and persistent enough to figure things out and help me. And three, Libby told me about how you'd asked her to kick you in the balls, so I thought that unlike most guys you might actually enjoy it. Did you?"
"Some of it was kind of hot, but it was pretty overwhelming. Wait, why was I in the system already? I've never had a bounty before, have I?"
"Libby added you after you dumped her. She actually did post a bounty, but only for like five minutes before I pointed out that you might like it and she took it back down."
I chuckled. “I had wondered at first why such a high bounty, too, but I can see why you’d spend the money to try to escape all that.”
“Yeah. I just put in the maximum amount figuring that would bring the most attention. Was it hard to find me?”
“It really kind of was. First I had to figure out why I was getting kicked in the balls which meant finding someone who would break the site rules. Then since the site uses usernames, I had to figure out who HindenburgUncertaintyPrinciple was. And that was pretty difficult, mind you. since your face isn’t visible in anything and neither are most of your friend’s faces. I wound up working it out once I figured out that TallSuperHotty was Libby which I only figured out by looking at her friends. And only after I knew that did I find out you were missing.”
“Wow! I didn’t think about the fact that it wouldn’t be obvious it was me.”
“Your profile picture is just your cleavage which is sexy, but not that distinctive. So, yeah, it was a lot of work. Emma was really helpful. She was worried sick about you. Oh, let me text her to tell her you’re safe.”
Emma was relieved to hear the news. When we got back to the station, the detective wanted to get a thorough statement from Zepz even though the whole thing seemed like a pretty slam-dunk case by this point. So I went back to my dorm room. When I got there I realized that I hadn’t eaten lunch or supper. The adrenaline of the whole thing had totally masked my hunger. And I also realized that the dining hall was closed by this point. One of my friends on the hall hadn’t eaten supper either so we wound up ordering a pizza and chilling and watching some TV.
Continued in Chapter 8
From here I headed down the street. The next block was houses, but no one seemed to be home. Just beyond that, though, there was a building with a couple of stores and then a parking lot after it. The first store, a thrift shop, didn't have cameras. The second one, though was a convenience store so I felt pretty sure that they would.
I went inside and there were a couple of clerks, an older white guy and a very cute black girl. She was slender, and the tight grey polo shirt she was wearing for work really hugged her pert round tits. She looked pretty hot in it, but by this point I was hoping not to get nutted any more for a while. I told the two of them about my missing friend, leaving out any reference to BallsBounty. The young black woman said, "I can help you with that. Come to the back with me. That's where the playback system is."
I followed her into the back room where all their inventory was, but I was suspicious. I felt like I'd seen a gleam of recognition in her eye. But then she really did sit down at the console and start cueing the video back to late Saturday night. I stood behind her and to one side.
I breathed a sigh of relief. "Whew," I said. "I was afraid you were just getting me back here to collect from BallsBounty. I'm glad you're really helping."
"Wait, you're on BallsBounty?" she asked.
I knew I'd stepped in it, but I tried to avoid the inevitable. "No, no, it's just something I'd heard about." Just then, Zepz appeared on the video. "Hey! That's her!" She was walking by the front of the store. You could see her clearly through the store window on the security footage. I looked down at the clerk to see her reaction which is when I realized that although she'd been scrolling through the footage using fast forward and rewind with her left hand, she had gotten her phone out and was working it one-handed. I saw my own face looking back at me from the front page of the BallsBounty app.
I won't say that I was ready for her to suddenly punch me full force right in the balls, but at least I understood why it was happening. My balls hadn't really recovered much in the few minutes since leaving the sorority, and the punch, to my surprise, floored me. Once she hit them, I just crumpled to the floor, my legs giving out. I lay there on the concrete floor in the fetal position, holding my nuts, moaning softly. But after about thirty seconds, I heard the clerk say, "Oh shit! Your friend's in real trouble!"
That managed to penetrate the fog of pain. I looked up. "What happened?" I asked.
"She's been kidnapped! Here, look!"
I managed to sit up despite the pain and look at the monitors. There were two monitors, each with four cameras, one in each quadrant. In the camera view I'd seen earlier, I could see Zepz walking by the store, and as she gets towards the edge of that camera I could see her appear on another camera. She walked on past the end of the storefront and then I could see her on the parking lot camera. And then she'd walked past the end of the parking lot, and she disappeared from view just past the end of the light thrown by the lights of the parking lot.
And for a moment, I wondered what the clerk was talking about since it seemed like Zepz had only walked by the convenience store which doesn’t seem that troubling. And then suddenly on the video of the parking lot camera, I saw a door open from a car which was parked on the street. The cabin light was just enough that I could see a man get out holding some sort of rag or piece of cloth. Then he was beyond the light of the car, but in a moment he was back, moving towards the car and supporting the limp figure of a tall woman with long dark hair.
This is all happening far enough away that I couldn't see her face and it was too dark and distant to clearly see if the woman had the same clothes we'd just seen Zepz wearing, but I was sure it was her because we hadn’t seen anyone else go that way and it looked like her from a distance. He opened the back door and pushed her into the back seat, lifting her legs so he could close the door. And then he ran around to the driver's side, got in, and tore away into the night.
It was everything I'd feared. She'd been kidnapped by some sociopath. This was serious business. The clerk knew it, too. "I'll see if I can find the license plate number somewhere on the footage. You go get the cops!"
"Should I call 911?" I asked.
"No, no. There's a police substation one block that way," she said motioning in the direction of behind the convenience store. "See if you can get a detective!"
It occurred to me that I ought to look at the police report from before, so I pulled that up on my phone. The form included information about the investigating detective, including his work address, and it matched the name of the next street over. So I figured I should head over and see if the investigating officer, who it said was “Detective Green” was available. When I left the back room, the other clerk was busy with a customer, so I figured I’d let her fill him in, and I headed directly out and then to the station.
The police station was just a small substation, but it had police cars in the parking lot and when I went in, there was a reception area and then several desks behind it. I asked for Detective Green, but the officer at reception said he was away for the day and not available. Another detective piped up, “He told me about this case, I can help him.” She was a pretty young detective. She was short, but slender and on the chesty side. She wore a tight pantsuit with her badge in a holder on the breast pocket. Her dark hair was back in a ponytail showing off her pretty face.
She came up to the reception area. “Here, come with me back to the interview room, and we can discuss the case. I have new information for you.”
“Oh,” I said, “so do I.” I let her lead me back to the interview room. It was a plain room with a bare concrete floor and a table in the middle. We both walked in, and then she closed the door behind us. As I turned back to her, she stepped in and kneed me in the balls. My balls were still so tender, I fell immediately to the ground, moaning. The pain was so bad my stomach was cramping, and I thought I might vomit.
“I know what this is,” she said, mocking me, “someone kicked your poor little balls and like all the guys you reported it to Green since he’s the only male detective here. Well, he’s not going to help you and neither am I. I don’t know what you did, but I’m sure you deserve this.” She looked down at me there on the floor. My thighs were squeezed tightly together as I was curled up in the fetal position, but my hands were across my cramping stomach rather than guarding my poor tender balls. Seeing that, she gave them one more kick. The toe of her pump got me just in my left ball, the point of it slamming directly into the center of my left testicle, pressing it back against my thigh. The pain was so intense that I, honest to god, thought that she had ruptured it. I writhed on the floor, kicking and flopping about trying to dull the pain. The only thing which kept me from screaming was trying to not vomit. I could feel my breakfast cereal mixed with bile rising in my throat. and I swallowed trying to hold it back down.
I heard her chuckling at my pain and although, thinking back, I would later find that somewhat hot, at the time, it made me angry enough that I was able to spit out a couple of words. “Missing person!”
“What?”
I tried to control my breathing and talk through the pain, but it was difficult. “I’m here because my friend was kidnapped.”
“Oh,” she said. “Oh!” Her whole demeanor changed. “I guess I’ll get you some ice, then.” She disappeared and came back with some ice for my groin.
When she returned a couple of minutes later with a plastic bag of ice cubes, she helped me sit up against the wall, and I held the bag against my crotch. “I think you might have ruptured one. I probably need to go to the hospital,” I said, feeling sincerely worried.
“I didn’t kick that hard, but we can check,” she said. She began pulling at my shorts to help me get them down without having to stand. Once we got my shorts and underwear off, which was a struggle to do without standing, we were able to get a good look at them. My left nut had a big fresh purple bruise and was swollen to almost twice the size of the right one which looked kind of swollen itself, but it was definitely not ruptured.
“Oh, thank goodness,” I said. “Still in one piece.”
“Why do you have tape around your penis?”
“It got injured when I got kicked earlier, and I didn’t want it to get damaged.”
“So you knew more kicking was coming?”
“Yeah. You’ve done a good job of not letting it slip, but I know about BallsBounty. I know I’m on the front page. It’s all connected to my friend. She’s been kidnapped. We’ve got to help her.”
“Wait, how’s all of this connected?” she asked, sounding pretty confused at this point.
“I don’t know, entirely, but I think that the BallsBounty thing is a call for help. She was kidnapped Saturday night on her way home from a party. I just found that out. We knew no one had seen her, but I just found out what happened, that’s why I came here. But Sunday she posted me on BallsBounty. So, she posted after she got kidnapped. If we can find out where she posted from, I think we can rescue her, and I think maybe that’s why she posted.”
“How do you know she got kidnapped?”
“I checked along her route home. There’s a convenience store a couple of blocks from here which caught it on videotape. That’s why I came here, to get a detective to come see the footage.”
“Oh, sorry for kicking you.”
“That’s okay. I’ll live,” I said. What I actually meant was that I was glad to be intact and not having to go to the emergency room, but also that given that I was intact, I’d probably wind up jacking off thinking about all of this later.
“Okay,” she said, “We’ve got several things to do. I’ll see if I can find a way to contact BallsBounty. And then we’ll probably need to get a court order to get location data from the ISP, so I should go get a copy of the video from the store logged into our evidence system.”
So she set to work. Somehow she did manage to get BallsBounty on the phone and once she proved that she was a member, an ardent supporter, and also a police officer they really listened to her. Then once she convinced them that she was trying to locate one of their members who had been kidnapped, not identify someone to press charges for assault, they were willing to give over the IP address. It was fairly easy to find out what ISP owned the block of addresses which included that one. But getting the ISP to provide the customer was a whole additional thing. They wanted a court order.
We went back to the convenience store, and she viewed the video and then got a copy of it. The clerk had not been able to find a clear shot on the video which included the license plate. The detective sent a copy of the video to the district attorney along with a witness statement from me saying that I’d seen communication from Zepz via a website (not named specifically) and then a statement from her that the website had indicated which IP address had been used. But still, it was hours before the court order was processed and delivered to the ISP and before they responded. And then we had to get a search warrant. In the meantime, I texted Emma to let her know what was up.
By the time everything came through and we had location information and the search warrant, it was almost evening. The detective offered that I could ride along as they served it. The house turned out to be about half an hour away, out in the country. And disappointingly, it turned out to be owned by a little old lady. As the police searched the house, they asked her if anyone else lived there, like if she had a son or renter or anyone and the answer was no across the board. She was very cooperative, and there’s no way she was the kidnapper, but the police checked the house from top to bottom just in case and found no sign of anyone other than the old lady having been there.
It was starting to look like a deadend, but as I thought about it, I realized that you don’t have to be in a given house to use its WiFi, and out here in the country where there aren’t a lot of routers operating you can sometimes get pretty good range. So I went outside and started looking around. There was a house across the corn field and just a bit up the hill which had a tall wooden fence and a bunch of no trespassing and keep out signs which immediately raised my suspicion. I headed across the corn field and when I got to the fence, I found that I could peek through the cracks between the boards. I could see that the house was fairly dark except for one room which was lit up but had the curtains closed and a little basement window. I looked at that, trying to see what I could when suddenly, someone walked by it inside the house. I could only see part of their head as they went by the window, but instantly I recognized that it was Zepz. I’d found her!
I went running back to the cops. “She’s not here! She’s in that house up the hill! I saw her!” The detective and the pair of patrolmen accompanying her came with me immediately. I showed them where I’d peaked through the fence and pointed out the window. It seemed like forever before they saw her pass in front of the window. Once they did, the detective immediately got on the phone to the DA, leaving me to watch to make sure that she seemed to still be okay, that the kidnapper didn’t show up in the basement to do anything. Police are allowed to rush in without a search warrant when someone is in immediate danger, so we maybe could have, but the detective wanted to make sure we nailed this guy and with all the keep out signs on the fence, it was best to make sure he didn’t have a defense.
It took about ten minutes for the DA to talk to a judge and secure an emergency search and arrest warrant. My heart was pounding with worry the whole time. I was so scared that just when we’d found her something bad would happen, but fortunately nothing did. Once we had the warrant, the cops stormed in. They found only one person in the house, a man in his late thirties who had to be the kidnapper. I stayed outside on the porch. The man was the only one in the upstairs part of the house and although there were a lot of guns in the house, he didn’t put up a fight just muttered about how this was “tyranny” while allowing himself to be arrested.
As one of the officers told me that things were clear and waved me into the house (I’d been watching through the open front door), the other one opened up the basement and yelled down, “Police, Ma’am! We’re here to rescue you!”
I headed in that direction and when I got there, she was coming up the basement stairs. She looked haggard and stressed, but healthy. It looked like she was still in the same clothes from Saturday night, black pants and a blue shirt which showed a lot of cleavage. “Ed!” she said when she saw me. “It worked! You rescued me!” And she jumped on me, giving me a big hug, the kind that squished her big breasts right against my chest and then squeezed them there. I returned the hug. Primarily I was relieved to see her, but, you know, the boobies were nice, too.
On the drive back to the police station, she told me about what had happened. “I was walking home from the party when suddenly, someone put this cloth over my face from behind. It smelled like a weird chemical and I passed out. I woke up in that awful basement. Initially, I was alone, but then that guy came down the stairs to tell me that I was going to be his bride. He had a handgun pointed at me at the time. Every time I saw him he had a gun pointed at me. And good thing for him he did or I’d have kicked him in the balls and ran.”
“I’m sure you would have.”
“He was always really cautious when he brought me food or changed the poop bucket. But he kept telling me how I’d be happy if I just relaxed and learned to enjoy it.”
“Did he touch you or anything?” I asked, not wanting to use the word “rape” in case he had since I’m sure it would be still quite a raw wound.
“No. He was waiting until after the wedding, which was supposed to be Friday. He gave me a dress to put on and everything. He told me that I was pretty like his mom had been and wanted me to wear the dress she’d been married in. I’ve never met the woman, but I can tell you from her dress that she was slender, about five foot or so, and at most a B-cup. There’s no way my tall busty self was fitting in that dress. He was clearly delusional in more than one way.”
“This whole thing sounds like a nightmare.”
“Yes. I’m so glad you saved me. Thank goodness I found that old cellphone and charger in that box in the basement.”
“So, umm, if you had a cellphone, why not just call 911 instead of put a bounty on my nuts?”
“I couldn’t get any bars from the basement. I tried calling 911 holding it up to each window a whole bunch of times, but I never got through. With it held up to one of the windows, though, I could just barely get WiFi.”
“Okay, but why BallsBounty? Why not like Twitter?”
“I tried a bunch of different sites first. This cell phone was ancient and most of them just gave me a ‘please update your browser’ screen or a ‘please download our app’ page. Twitter actually seemed like it would work, but I couldn’t log in because I had two-factor turned on, and he had my phone. And then the create new account page needed either a working phone number or email to validate and I couldn’t get texts and couldn’t find an email service which I could log into with that old-ass web browser. So then I tried just every website I could think of. And BallsBounty worked. It wasn’t perfectly functional, but I could log in and at least post a bounty. My bank account was already linked to my account after I'd posted that bounty on that guy who had tried to rape me.”
"Someone tried to rape you?"
"Yeah. Last year. We were on a date and at the end, he asked if he could come up and use my bathroom. I let him and he tried to force himself on me. I kneed his nuts as hard as I could and then as he tried to run away, I got him with another kick or two before I dragged him out of the apartment. I didn't call the cops because there was no evidence, but he definitely deserved more kicking, so I got him ten more kicks on BallsBounty."
“Not to complain since it all worked out and I’m glad we rescued you, but why me and why a hundred kicks?”
"Oh, well, the hundred kicks was to make sure you couldn't ignore it. And I chose you for three reasons. One, you were already in the system. Two, I thought you'd probably be smart enough and persistent enough to figure things out and help me. And three, Libby told me about how you'd asked her to kick you in the balls, so I thought that unlike most guys you might actually enjoy it. Did you?"
"Some of it was kind of hot, but it was pretty overwhelming. Wait, why was I in the system already? I've never had a bounty before, have I?"
"Libby added you after you dumped her. She actually did post a bounty, but only for like five minutes before I pointed out that you might like it and she took it back down."
I chuckled. “I had wondered at first why such a high bounty, too, but I can see why you’d spend the money to try to escape all that.”
“Yeah. I just put in the maximum amount figuring that would bring the most attention. Was it hard to find me?”
“It really kind of was. First I had to figure out why I was getting kicked in the balls which meant finding someone who would break the site rules. Then since the site uses usernames, I had to figure out who HindenburgUncertaintyPrinciple was. And that was pretty difficult, mind you. since your face isn’t visible in anything and neither are most of your friend’s faces. I wound up working it out once I figured out that TallSuperHotty was Libby which I only figured out by looking at her friends. And only after I knew that did I find out you were missing.”
“Wow! I didn’t think about the fact that it wouldn’t be obvious it was me.”
“Your profile picture is just your cleavage which is sexy, but not that distinctive. So, yeah, it was a lot of work. Emma was really helpful. She was worried sick about you. Oh, let me text her to tell her you’re safe.”
Emma was relieved to hear the news. When we got back to the station, the detective wanted to get a thorough statement from Zepz even though the whole thing seemed like a pretty slam-dunk case by this point. So I went back to my dorm room. When I got there I realized that I hadn’t eaten lunch or supper. The adrenaline of the whole thing had totally masked my hunger. And I also realized that the dining hall was closed by this point. One of my friends on the hall hadn’t eaten supper either so we wound up ordering a pizza and chilling and watching some TV.
Continued in Chapter 8
Friday, August 9, 2019
BallsBounty Chapter 6: Sisterhood of the Tenderizing Punts
Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
My alarm woke me up at 8:30. My balls were still a little swollen, but not nearly so sore as they had been the previous night, thank goodness. I started the shower and gave everything a good inspection. In general, things were in good working order. My balls had a little bruising in places, but not as bad as I feared. When I unwrapped all the gauze, I could see that my penis had been healing. All the bleeding had stopped and even the parts where I had been cut could be touched without pain. I went ahead and got into the shower. There was still some very mild stinging in places where the skin of my penis was still tender as a result of the hot water in the shower, but it really wasn’t bad at all. I realized that I could jerk off and thinking about everything which had happened the day before, my penis leapt to hardness in no time.
I started to stroke, but then I thought better of it. I remembered that after I came, it was usually a few hours before I got interested in sexual stuff of any sort again. When I wasn’t horny, I wasn’t really into ballbusting the same way. So I realized that it was better to leave myself horny since I was probably going to get busted again that day, likely several times if it went at all like the day before. With the volume of busting the day before, it was sometimes hard to take it all, even when I was feeling pretty horny. So I worried that if I wasn’t horny, the pain would just completely overwhelm me and I would just wind up curled up in the fetal position all day, or I would start trying to avoid the ballbusting even when taking it might be the quickest way to find out what had happened with Zepz. So I desisted from rubbing myself, which was quite an effort of willpower, let me tell you, given both how long it had been since I’d masturbated and how sexy all of the previous day’s ballbusting had been.
I got out of the shower, dried myself off, and then went to dress. I realized that it was still a good idea to get my penis up out of the way if I wanted to protect it. I didn’t have any gauze, but realized that I had some black electrical tape. That’s good for this sort of thing since it doesn’t really stick to skin very well, but it does stick to itself. So I wrapped it around my penis and then around my waist and connected it back to itself to hold my dick up out of the way. It felt like it was a little fetishy, somehow since it was shiny and black, but it did the job, so I was pleased with myself for my little improvisation.
I ate a quick breakfast of cereal and went out to meet Emma. I escaped the dorm without any ballbusting encounters, which was good because I didn’t really feel entirely ready that early in the morning. Emma was already waiting for me outside, fidgeting.
“Hey. Good to see you. Have you been waiting long?”
“No. I’m just still worried,” she answered, apparently catching on to my noticing how fidgety she was.
“Hey,” I said. “Don't worry. We'll figure it out.”
We had no problem entering the Graduate Science Research Center or finding the lab of Dr. Felton. When we explained everything to her, she told us that Zepz hadn't been into work and that she’d been concerned because that didn't seem in keeping with Zepz’s normal character. Dr. Felton introduced us to the other students who worked in the lab. There weren't that many of them in that morning, but there were a couple who had been to the party and could tell us the address and some of the phone numbers of the people who had hosted.
When Emma tried calling no one answered. The other students said that the grad students who lived there were more night owls and were probably just waking up. They suggested that we should go over there, but it was clear on the other side of the campus and a little bit off campus, even. It didn’t seem like there would be enough time for Emma to go all the way over there, talk to them, and then come back in time for her class, so I wound up heading over there alone. When I got there, I rang the doorbell. At first it seemed like no one was answering. But after a long while someone did.
It was a cute blonde girl who was still in a t-shirt and pajama pants and with short rumpled hair. I apologized for rousing her and then explained the whole situation: about how Zepz seemed to be missing and no one had seen her since the party, and even about her posting the bounty on my balls.
"Oh wow," she said. "That's scary. I think she left around midnight."
Right about then another girl appeared behind her in the doorway, a tall, thin girl with long dark brown hair. She got a good look at me and a familiar glint suddenly appeared in her eye. "Hey, Sarah," she said, "I know that guy from the app, you know, the revenge one."
The girl at the door sighed a little, "Yes, Bren, I know. He just told me. Zepz put the bounty on him some time after she left the party, but no one has seen her at all since then. He doesn’t know why she put the bounty on because he hasn’t seen her in months. He's trying to find out where she went after the party to try to find her. Did you see her leave?"
The second girl's demeanor changed immediately. "Oh, geez, I hope she's okay. Yeah, she left at, like, exactly 11:45 by herself, and I saw that she headed that way." She said pointing down the street in the direction you would expect for the most direct way back to Zepz's apartment. "She said that she needed to get up in the morning, so she left a little early. It probably didn't help that Charles kept staring at her chest and hitting on her after she'd turned him down flat."
"Is there any chance he would've done something? " I asked.
Sarah answered, rather than Bren. "I wouldn't put it past him: he's a fucking creep. I wish Delilah wouldn't invite him. But I don't think he could have. He got really drunk and crashed on our couch that night. You said she never got back to her apartment that night, right?"
"Yeah. Anyone else acting weird towards her?"
"Nope," Sarah said. "No one I saw. I wish I could be more help."
"Yeah," Bren chimed in. "All I know is the last time I saw her, it was 11:45 and she was headed that way."
"Well, thanks," I said. "I guess I'll walk her route and look for clues."
So, I headed off in the direction she had gone looking for anything out of the ordinary. I walked the first couple of blocks unsure even what I was looking for. Then reached the edge of the sorority quad and I noticed one of the sorority houses. There were four cute girls in bikinis sunning themselves in line chairs out front so that caught my eye, of course. But then I also noticed that they had security cameras on the side of the house, some of which pointed out towards the sidewalk. Maybe they still had their footage from Saturday night.
I figured that with so few leads, I had to ask. So I turned and headed up the walk. As I approached the house, one of the girls who was sunning herself looked up at me. She was a tanned brunette with a very fit body wearing a yellow string bikini. Not having another plan, I just started talking.
"Hey. A friend of mine went missing Saturday night and the last time -"
When I had begun to talk her friends had turned to look at me, too, and one of them, a cute blonde with a bob haircut in a blue bikini interrupted me to hiss to her friend, "Cindy, that's the guy from the app!"
"Hot shit! You're right!"
The other two girls exchanged a glance and began to rise from their chaise lounges. Feeling the situation was about to spiral out of control, I started trying to regain control. "Okay, ladies, hold on a second, just hear me out. I know what app you're talking about. And I could run right now. I’m pretty quick. I can probably out run you. But if you help me out, I'll stay and you can each get a kick in. I promise."
"All of us?" the one who had hissed to Cindy asked.
"Well, like all of you who are out here sunbathing, not the whole sorority. I don't want to wind up in the hospital."
"Okay," Cindy said, taking over. "What do you mean by help you out?"
"That's what I was trying to ask you to begin with. A friend of mine has gone missing. The last time anyone saw her was at a party up the hill on Saturday and she was heading to her apartment over there," I said, motioning in the rough direction where she lived. "So I was hoping that I could see the footage from your security cameras from Saturday night, say around 11:45 until midnight to see if she got this far."
"So we help you check that and all of us out here sunbathing get to collect the bounty on you?"
"Yeah."
"Okay. It's a deal. Kicks first, then we help you."
"Okay," I said, feeling that I didn't have much choice.
Cindy turned to one of the girls who hadn't spoken yet, another blonde, this one a blonde in a black ruffled bikini who seemed to have just started tanning as her skin was quite pale, and said, "Jordan, go get the three from the side yard."
"Okay," she said, getting up and heading towards the corner of the house.
"Wait, there are more around the corner?"
"Yeah, you said all the girls out here sunbathing. You're not welching already are you?"
"No, it's cool. I, uh, just hadn't realized." As the idea of not just four, but seven sorority girls in bikinis punting my plums began to sink in, I felt very nervous, worried that the cumulative damage from all the kicks might be overwhelming, but I also started to feel aroused. I mean if you'd asked me a week before, seven cute sorority girls in bikinis all going after my nuts, that's an experience I probably would have been happy to pay for. The reality was a little scarier than the fantasy, but still hot.
The girls who came around the corner looked good, too. One of them was very lithe and toned with a trim little waist and beautifully defined abs. She had olive skin and dark hair and looked like a Mediterranean fitness model in the white bikini she was wearing. The second was a blonde who was a little chubby, but hourglass-shaped and had the biggest tits I had ever seen. I'm not sure I'd say that I found her figure in total, as appealing as the slim but busty girls I'd met like Zepz or Alyssa, but she was still definitely extremely sexy. It seemed like her chest was going to spill out of her orange bikini.
And the third girl was an Asian girl with a nice figure and an absolutely gorgeous face. Plus her skin was so smooth and even that it almost seemed radiant. Her vivid blue bikini was cut very small as if trying to show off as much of her skin as possible. All the sorority girls were cute, but the last three were especially sexy. I would gladly have let any of them kick my nuts for nothing at all in return. The thought of all of them doing it was causing my dick to start throbbing in its wrapping.
"What order are we going to go in?" Jordan asked.
"Hmm," Cindy said, "Alison, you spotted who he was, so you get your choice. Do you want to go first when he's fresh or last when his balls are all tender?"
"I want to go first in case he tries to back out."
"I doubt he'll be able to after a kick out two. But regardless, I'll go last and record the rest of you if you'll give me your phones with the app open. Other than that I don't know. Work it out and line up."
So they talked amongst themselves a little and they lined up with Alison at the front followed by the other two girls from the front of the house and then the three from the side. Alison handed her phone to Cindy.
"Okay, spread 'em!" Cindy said to me.
Despite some last second worry, I complied, widening my stance to offer up my orbs to their assault.
"Okay, Alison, I'm recording."
Alison didn't hesitate or check if I was ready, she just charged forward and kicked hard between my legs. My balls took most of the impact although she did kick a little far back and also struck my taint with some pretty good force. I faltered pretty substantially, bending way over, holding my nuts and moaning. It had been a hard kick, but not enough to get me to the ground. I hoped that was enough for BallsBounty and that she wouldn't have to kick again.
I heard Cindy say, "There you go, Alison," as she returned her phone. Next was Jordan, the pale blonde in the ruffled black bikini. At this point I was still looking down at the sidewalk, breathing hard from the pain.
"I'm gonna put him on the ground," Jordan said confidently to her sorority sisters.
I realized that I didn't really want to risk hitting the sidewalk when I fell, which I was sure I would, if not because of Jordan, then certainly later. "Hold on," I said. "Let me move into the grass so I don't hurt myself on the sidewalk."
"Yeah, you'd better!" Jordan said, sounding confident as if she were trash-talking me. I didn't worry about it, instead just being relieved that she was willing to let me relocate. I straightened up, took a couple of steps out onto their grass, and then spread my legs once more. Jordan stood a little further back than Alison had and seemed to take her time preparing a little more, breathing and seeking to center herself before she began. But she also didn't offer me with any warning before her foot rocketed up. She had pointed her toes and the top of her bare foot slapped my gonads firmly and exactly. It was a good solid kick and although I tried to keep it together, I wound up crumpling slowly to the grass, ending up kneeling down with my head forward as I cradled my balls.
For the first minute that I stayed there, no one rushed me because they were busy exchanging whose phone Cindy was using and giving high fives and so forth. But when I was still down at the end of that, they started getting impatient.
I'm not sure who said "Come on, get up! It can't hurt that bad!" or who followed it up with "Who cares how much it hurts. He's got to get up anyway."
I don't know if it was just their urging or perhaps I found their disregard for my pain kind of hot, but either way, after another thirty seconds or so, I struggled my way to my feet. Now facing me was the other girl from the front. She had bleached blonde hair but with very tanned skin. She was wearing a purple bikini with a strapless top. She had the biggest tits of the four at the front, probably DD cups, big enough that it seemed like her top was having some trouble holding everything in. I was hoping that maybe when she kicked me, one of her tits would manage to escape. Apparently, she had the same concern, since as she lined up to kick me, she stopped for a moment and adjusted her top. It was very sexy to watch as the adjustment process jostled her breasts.
But as soon as she was done adjusting, she stepped forward and kicked me hard and fast. The top of her foot slapped forcefully against my balls. I let out a squeak and collapsed to the ground holding my poor agonized nuts. She hadn't really kicked through entirely but the force it carried was enough that just the upward slap was enough to hurt really badly. The suddenness of my collapse had elicited laughter from the girls. But as I lay there listening to them, I found that the pain from the slap, although sudden and intense wasn't lasting as long as the pain from the previous kick.
Before they started being impatient, I rose unsteadily to my feet and again assumed the position. Facing me was the Asian girl in the very small blue bikini. She smiled very broadly at me, and, instinctively, I smiled back. Taking this as the sign to begin, she stepped forward and gave me a kick in my crotch. Her kick wasn't that hard, and it wasn't that well centered, striking my thigh some on its way to my balls. But even though it wasn't that hard, I was getting pretty tender, and it was still enough to make me bend over.
One of the other girls said, "Aw, you didn't floor him. You should've kicked harder!"
When I straightened up, they were still changing phones, but as she was handing her phone off to Cindy, I saw the lithe, olive-skinned girl licking her lips. Once she lined up in position to kick me, she said, "I'm looking forward to this. In Krav Maga class all the guys wear groin protectors." Hearing her say that made my pulse quicken. But I managed to hold position.
As I watched she delivered a perfect front snap kick right into my crotch, her foot slamming into my balls and then carrying them up and through, crushing them against my body. I collapsed to the ground instantly, my stomach in knots, and my balls feeling like orbs of pure pain. I don't even know how long I lay there. I just know I was in agony, curled up in a ball on the ground and that the distant sound of laughter and high fives floated somewhere at the edge of my consciousness.
The next thing I became aware of was that some time later someone had taken my hands and was urging me up by tugging on them to indicate that I should stand. I opened my eyes to quite a sight: the extremely busty girl was holding my hands, leaning forward, and trying to pull me up. Her big breasts were hanging down as she leaned forward, filling the cups of her top quite thoroughly and looking like they might escape them soon/ As she tugged, her heavy breasts wobbled below her. They weren't exposed, but they were still an extremely sexy sight for a boob-hound like myself. As she continued to tug, her breasts continued to wobble, and I found my penis stiffening in its wrappings.
I wanted very much to stay there looking up at her, watching her big jiggling tits as she tried to pull me up, but as I thought about it, I realized how weird it would be if I had a boner when I stood up. I worried that if I got up with an obvious woody the girls might think that this was all a sexual thing and not want to help me, and I really did genuinely need their cooperation if I was going to be able to see their security camera footage. So I let her pull me to my feet before I got overly aroused. Once I was up, I spread my legs.
She seemed satisfied with her efforts and smiled to herself. And then she stepped back and punted my crotch. With all of my focus on her delicious tits, I had almost forgotten about how sore and tender my testicles still were. But the impact of her foot against my gonads brought all of that back to the forefront. It wasn't nearly the hardest kick, but it was solid and I collapsed to my knees.
Cindy gave the chesty girl her phone back and handed hers off to Jordan and, without waiting for me to rise from my knees, started lining up her own kick. "Spread 'em!" she said.
For a moment I wasn't sure that I should. I considered asking for time to get up off of the ground, but then I changed my mind. Maybe it was me realizing that I needed to get this over and sooner might be better, or maybe it was just wanting to obey a cute, bossy sorority chick in a sexy bikini when she demanded access to my balls, but I did as she asked and spread my legs.
She quickly stepped forward and kicked the heck out of my tender nuts as they dangled between my spread thighs. I screamed in agony and collapsed. My poor balls were already so tender from the previous six girls and Cindy had showed not a whit of compassion or restraint. This was clearly a girl who enjoyed causing testicular pain and had just been extremely successful at it. I rolled around in the grass, kicking my heels and holding my nuts, just hoping that all this thrashing would somehow lessen the pain. But it was all to no avail. The overwhelming pain just went on and on.
My balls had never been hurt that bad before, and I was completely wiped out. When some minutes later the pain finally receded to a barely tolerable level, only Cindy was still there beside me. The other six had gone back to sunbathing in their loungers. She looked down at me with a grin. "Gotcha good, didn't I?" she asked.
"Yes," I croaked.
She offered me a hand up, and I took it. I limped along with her as she led me into the sorority house and up the stairs to the closet where they had their security stuff.
"So, when was this again?" she asked.
"Saturday night between about 11:45 and midnight."
"Cameras which see the sidewalk?" she asked.
"Right," I confirmed.
She cued it up and fast forwarded it for me. The video was fairly dark, but the cameras seemed to be infrared because you could clearly see the people, even in the dark. At 11:48 a girl walked by, but it wasn't her. When we hit 11:52, though, I was pretty sure that I recognized her, even in fast motion. She cued it back and we watched it normal speed. I felt a wave of relief when I see that it really was her. I felt for a moment like I'd found her. But then, of course, I realized that all this showed was that she made it this far and I still had no idea what had happened to her. Still, this was evidence that I was on the right track.
Cindy had a second angle, so we got to watch Zepz get a little further down the sidewalk. It looked like she was heading straight at the intersection, based on her body language as she approached it, but the camera angle wasn't sufficient to actually see. Straight was the direction you'd expect her to take if she were heading home, so I assumed that was the right guess.
I thanked Cindy for her help, and she replied that it was no problem. And then she went even further and said that she'd be glad to fuck up my nuts any time I needed something. I don't think she really meant it as flirting, but I definitely made a mental note that I should try to find her after this was all over and see if she really meant it.
Continued in Chapter 7
My alarm woke me up at 8:30. My balls were still a little swollen, but not nearly so sore as they had been the previous night, thank goodness. I started the shower and gave everything a good inspection. In general, things were in good working order. My balls had a little bruising in places, but not as bad as I feared. When I unwrapped all the gauze, I could see that my penis had been healing. All the bleeding had stopped and even the parts where I had been cut could be touched without pain. I went ahead and got into the shower. There was still some very mild stinging in places where the skin of my penis was still tender as a result of the hot water in the shower, but it really wasn’t bad at all. I realized that I could jerk off and thinking about everything which had happened the day before, my penis leapt to hardness in no time.
I started to stroke, but then I thought better of it. I remembered that after I came, it was usually a few hours before I got interested in sexual stuff of any sort again. When I wasn’t horny, I wasn’t really into ballbusting the same way. So I realized that it was better to leave myself horny since I was probably going to get busted again that day, likely several times if it went at all like the day before. With the volume of busting the day before, it was sometimes hard to take it all, even when I was feeling pretty horny. So I worried that if I wasn’t horny, the pain would just completely overwhelm me and I would just wind up curled up in the fetal position all day, or I would start trying to avoid the ballbusting even when taking it might be the quickest way to find out what had happened with Zepz. So I desisted from rubbing myself, which was quite an effort of willpower, let me tell you, given both how long it had been since I’d masturbated and how sexy all of the previous day’s ballbusting had been.
I got out of the shower, dried myself off, and then went to dress. I realized that it was still a good idea to get my penis up out of the way if I wanted to protect it. I didn’t have any gauze, but realized that I had some black electrical tape. That’s good for this sort of thing since it doesn’t really stick to skin very well, but it does stick to itself. So I wrapped it around my penis and then around my waist and connected it back to itself to hold my dick up out of the way. It felt like it was a little fetishy, somehow since it was shiny and black, but it did the job, so I was pleased with myself for my little improvisation.
I ate a quick breakfast of cereal and went out to meet Emma. I escaped the dorm without any ballbusting encounters, which was good because I didn’t really feel entirely ready that early in the morning. Emma was already waiting for me outside, fidgeting.
“Hey. Good to see you. Have you been waiting long?”
“No. I’m just still worried,” she answered, apparently catching on to my noticing how fidgety she was.
“Hey,” I said. “Don't worry. We'll figure it out.”
We had no problem entering the Graduate Science Research Center or finding the lab of Dr. Felton. When we explained everything to her, she told us that Zepz hadn't been into work and that she’d been concerned because that didn't seem in keeping with Zepz’s normal character. Dr. Felton introduced us to the other students who worked in the lab. There weren't that many of them in that morning, but there were a couple who had been to the party and could tell us the address and some of the phone numbers of the people who had hosted.
When Emma tried calling no one answered. The other students said that the grad students who lived there were more night owls and were probably just waking up. They suggested that we should go over there, but it was clear on the other side of the campus and a little bit off campus, even. It didn’t seem like there would be enough time for Emma to go all the way over there, talk to them, and then come back in time for her class, so I wound up heading over there alone. When I got there, I rang the doorbell. At first it seemed like no one was answering. But after a long while someone did.
It was a cute blonde girl who was still in a t-shirt and pajama pants and with short rumpled hair. I apologized for rousing her and then explained the whole situation: about how Zepz seemed to be missing and no one had seen her since the party, and even about her posting the bounty on my balls.
"Oh wow," she said. "That's scary. I think she left around midnight."
Right about then another girl appeared behind her in the doorway, a tall, thin girl with long dark brown hair. She got a good look at me and a familiar glint suddenly appeared in her eye. "Hey, Sarah," she said, "I know that guy from the app, you know, the revenge one."
The girl at the door sighed a little, "Yes, Bren, I know. He just told me. Zepz put the bounty on him some time after she left the party, but no one has seen her at all since then. He doesn’t know why she put the bounty on because he hasn’t seen her in months. He's trying to find out where she went after the party to try to find her. Did you see her leave?"
The second girl's demeanor changed immediately. "Oh, geez, I hope she's okay. Yeah, she left at, like, exactly 11:45 by herself, and I saw that she headed that way." She said pointing down the street in the direction you would expect for the most direct way back to Zepz's apartment. "She said that she needed to get up in the morning, so she left a little early. It probably didn't help that Charles kept staring at her chest and hitting on her after she'd turned him down flat."
"Is there any chance he would've done something? " I asked.
Sarah answered, rather than Bren. "I wouldn't put it past him: he's a fucking creep. I wish Delilah wouldn't invite him. But I don't think he could have. He got really drunk and crashed on our couch that night. You said she never got back to her apartment that night, right?"
"Yeah. Anyone else acting weird towards her?"
"Nope," Sarah said. "No one I saw. I wish I could be more help."
"Yeah," Bren chimed in. "All I know is the last time I saw her, it was 11:45 and she was headed that way."
"Well, thanks," I said. "I guess I'll walk her route and look for clues."
So, I headed off in the direction she had gone looking for anything out of the ordinary. I walked the first couple of blocks unsure even what I was looking for. Then reached the edge of the sorority quad and I noticed one of the sorority houses. There were four cute girls in bikinis sunning themselves in line chairs out front so that caught my eye, of course. But then I also noticed that they had security cameras on the side of the house, some of which pointed out towards the sidewalk. Maybe they still had their footage from Saturday night.
I figured that with so few leads, I had to ask. So I turned and headed up the walk. As I approached the house, one of the girls who was sunning herself looked up at me. She was a tanned brunette with a very fit body wearing a yellow string bikini. Not having another plan, I just started talking.
"Hey. A friend of mine went missing Saturday night and the last time -"
When I had begun to talk her friends had turned to look at me, too, and one of them, a cute blonde with a bob haircut in a blue bikini interrupted me to hiss to her friend, "Cindy, that's the guy from the app!"
"Hot shit! You're right!"
The other two girls exchanged a glance and began to rise from their chaise lounges. Feeling the situation was about to spiral out of control, I started trying to regain control. "Okay, ladies, hold on a second, just hear me out. I know what app you're talking about. And I could run right now. I’m pretty quick. I can probably out run you. But if you help me out, I'll stay and you can each get a kick in. I promise."
"All of us?" the one who had hissed to Cindy asked.
"Well, like all of you who are out here sunbathing, not the whole sorority. I don't want to wind up in the hospital."
"Okay," Cindy said, taking over. "What do you mean by help you out?"
"That's what I was trying to ask you to begin with. A friend of mine has gone missing. The last time anyone saw her was at a party up the hill on Saturday and she was heading to her apartment over there," I said, motioning in the rough direction where she lived. "So I was hoping that I could see the footage from your security cameras from Saturday night, say around 11:45 until midnight to see if she got this far."
"So we help you check that and all of us out here sunbathing get to collect the bounty on you?"
"Yeah."
"Okay. It's a deal. Kicks first, then we help you."
"Okay," I said, feeling that I didn't have much choice.
Cindy turned to one of the girls who hadn't spoken yet, another blonde, this one a blonde in a black ruffled bikini who seemed to have just started tanning as her skin was quite pale, and said, "Jordan, go get the three from the side yard."
"Okay," she said, getting up and heading towards the corner of the house.
"Wait, there are more around the corner?"
"Yeah, you said all the girls out here sunbathing. You're not welching already are you?"
"No, it's cool. I, uh, just hadn't realized." As the idea of not just four, but seven sorority girls in bikinis punting my plums began to sink in, I felt very nervous, worried that the cumulative damage from all the kicks might be overwhelming, but I also started to feel aroused. I mean if you'd asked me a week before, seven cute sorority girls in bikinis all going after my nuts, that's an experience I probably would have been happy to pay for. The reality was a little scarier than the fantasy, but still hot.
The girls who came around the corner looked good, too. One of them was very lithe and toned with a trim little waist and beautifully defined abs. She had olive skin and dark hair and looked like a Mediterranean fitness model in the white bikini she was wearing. The second was a blonde who was a little chubby, but hourglass-shaped and had the biggest tits I had ever seen. I'm not sure I'd say that I found her figure in total, as appealing as the slim but busty girls I'd met like Zepz or Alyssa, but she was still definitely extremely sexy. It seemed like her chest was going to spill out of her orange bikini.
And the third girl was an Asian girl with a nice figure and an absolutely gorgeous face. Plus her skin was so smooth and even that it almost seemed radiant. Her vivid blue bikini was cut very small as if trying to show off as much of her skin as possible. All the sorority girls were cute, but the last three were especially sexy. I would gladly have let any of them kick my nuts for nothing at all in return. The thought of all of them doing it was causing my dick to start throbbing in its wrapping.
"What order are we going to go in?" Jordan asked.
"Hmm," Cindy said, "Alison, you spotted who he was, so you get your choice. Do you want to go first when he's fresh or last when his balls are all tender?"
"I want to go first in case he tries to back out."
"I doubt he'll be able to after a kick out two. But regardless, I'll go last and record the rest of you if you'll give me your phones with the app open. Other than that I don't know. Work it out and line up."
So they talked amongst themselves a little and they lined up with Alison at the front followed by the other two girls from the front of the house and then the three from the side. Alison handed her phone to Cindy.
"Okay, spread 'em!" Cindy said to me.
Despite some last second worry, I complied, widening my stance to offer up my orbs to their assault.
"Okay, Alison, I'm recording."
Alison didn't hesitate or check if I was ready, she just charged forward and kicked hard between my legs. My balls took most of the impact although she did kick a little far back and also struck my taint with some pretty good force. I faltered pretty substantially, bending way over, holding my nuts and moaning. It had been a hard kick, but not enough to get me to the ground. I hoped that was enough for BallsBounty and that she wouldn't have to kick again.
I heard Cindy say, "There you go, Alison," as she returned her phone. Next was Jordan, the pale blonde in the ruffled black bikini. At this point I was still looking down at the sidewalk, breathing hard from the pain.
"I'm gonna put him on the ground," Jordan said confidently to her sorority sisters.
I realized that I didn't really want to risk hitting the sidewalk when I fell, which I was sure I would, if not because of Jordan, then certainly later. "Hold on," I said. "Let me move into the grass so I don't hurt myself on the sidewalk."
"Yeah, you'd better!" Jordan said, sounding confident as if she were trash-talking me. I didn't worry about it, instead just being relieved that she was willing to let me relocate. I straightened up, took a couple of steps out onto their grass, and then spread my legs once more. Jordan stood a little further back than Alison had and seemed to take her time preparing a little more, breathing and seeking to center herself before she began. But she also didn't offer me with any warning before her foot rocketed up. She had pointed her toes and the top of her bare foot slapped my gonads firmly and exactly. It was a good solid kick and although I tried to keep it together, I wound up crumpling slowly to the grass, ending up kneeling down with my head forward as I cradled my balls.
For the first minute that I stayed there, no one rushed me because they were busy exchanging whose phone Cindy was using and giving high fives and so forth. But when I was still down at the end of that, they started getting impatient.
I'm not sure who said "Come on, get up! It can't hurt that bad!" or who followed it up with "Who cares how much it hurts. He's got to get up anyway."
I don't know if it was just their urging or perhaps I found their disregard for my pain kind of hot, but either way, after another thirty seconds or so, I struggled my way to my feet. Now facing me was the other girl from the front. She had bleached blonde hair but with very tanned skin. She was wearing a purple bikini with a strapless top. She had the biggest tits of the four at the front, probably DD cups, big enough that it seemed like her top was having some trouble holding everything in. I was hoping that maybe when she kicked me, one of her tits would manage to escape. Apparently, she had the same concern, since as she lined up to kick me, she stopped for a moment and adjusted her top. It was very sexy to watch as the adjustment process jostled her breasts.
But as soon as she was done adjusting, she stepped forward and kicked me hard and fast. The top of her foot slapped forcefully against my balls. I let out a squeak and collapsed to the ground holding my poor agonized nuts. She hadn't really kicked through entirely but the force it carried was enough that just the upward slap was enough to hurt really badly. The suddenness of my collapse had elicited laughter from the girls. But as I lay there listening to them, I found that the pain from the slap, although sudden and intense wasn't lasting as long as the pain from the previous kick.
Before they started being impatient, I rose unsteadily to my feet and again assumed the position. Facing me was the Asian girl in the very small blue bikini. She smiled very broadly at me, and, instinctively, I smiled back. Taking this as the sign to begin, she stepped forward and gave me a kick in my crotch. Her kick wasn't that hard, and it wasn't that well centered, striking my thigh some on its way to my balls. But even though it wasn't that hard, I was getting pretty tender, and it was still enough to make me bend over.
One of the other girls said, "Aw, you didn't floor him. You should've kicked harder!"
When I straightened up, they were still changing phones, but as she was handing her phone off to Cindy, I saw the lithe, olive-skinned girl licking her lips. Once she lined up in position to kick me, she said, "I'm looking forward to this. In Krav Maga class all the guys wear groin protectors." Hearing her say that made my pulse quicken. But I managed to hold position.
As I watched she delivered a perfect front snap kick right into my crotch, her foot slamming into my balls and then carrying them up and through, crushing them against my body. I collapsed to the ground instantly, my stomach in knots, and my balls feeling like orbs of pure pain. I don't even know how long I lay there. I just know I was in agony, curled up in a ball on the ground and that the distant sound of laughter and high fives floated somewhere at the edge of my consciousness.
The next thing I became aware of was that some time later someone had taken my hands and was urging me up by tugging on them to indicate that I should stand. I opened my eyes to quite a sight: the extremely busty girl was holding my hands, leaning forward, and trying to pull me up. Her big breasts were hanging down as she leaned forward, filling the cups of her top quite thoroughly and looking like they might escape them soon/ As she tugged, her heavy breasts wobbled below her. They weren't exposed, but they were still an extremely sexy sight for a boob-hound like myself. As she continued to tug, her breasts continued to wobble, and I found my penis stiffening in its wrappings.
I wanted very much to stay there looking up at her, watching her big jiggling tits as she tried to pull me up, but as I thought about it, I realized how weird it would be if I had a boner when I stood up. I worried that if I got up with an obvious woody the girls might think that this was all a sexual thing and not want to help me, and I really did genuinely need their cooperation if I was going to be able to see their security camera footage. So I let her pull me to my feet before I got overly aroused. Once I was up, I spread my legs.
She seemed satisfied with her efforts and smiled to herself. And then she stepped back and punted my crotch. With all of my focus on her delicious tits, I had almost forgotten about how sore and tender my testicles still were. But the impact of her foot against my gonads brought all of that back to the forefront. It wasn't nearly the hardest kick, but it was solid and I collapsed to my knees.
Cindy gave the chesty girl her phone back and handed hers off to Jordan and, without waiting for me to rise from my knees, started lining up her own kick. "Spread 'em!" she said.
For a moment I wasn't sure that I should. I considered asking for time to get up off of the ground, but then I changed my mind. Maybe it was me realizing that I needed to get this over and sooner might be better, or maybe it was just wanting to obey a cute, bossy sorority chick in a sexy bikini when she demanded access to my balls, but I did as she asked and spread my legs.
She quickly stepped forward and kicked the heck out of my tender nuts as they dangled between my spread thighs. I screamed in agony and collapsed. My poor balls were already so tender from the previous six girls and Cindy had showed not a whit of compassion or restraint. This was clearly a girl who enjoyed causing testicular pain and had just been extremely successful at it. I rolled around in the grass, kicking my heels and holding my nuts, just hoping that all this thrashing would somehow lessen the pain. But it was all to no avail. The overwhelming pain just went on and on.
My balls had never been hurt that bad before, and I was completely wiped out. When some minutes later the pain finally receded to a barely tolerable level, only Cindy was still there beside me. The other six had gone back to sunbathing in their loungers. She looked down at me with a grin. "Gotcha good, didn't I?" she asked.
"Yes," I croaked.
She offered me a hand up, and I took it. I limped along with her as she led me into the sorority house and up the stairs to the closet where they had their security stuff.
"So, when was this again?" she asked.
"Saturday night between about 11:45 and midnight."
"Cameras which see the sidewalk?" she asked.
"Right," I confirmed.
She cued it up and fast forwarded it for me. The video was fairly dark, but the cameras seemed to be infrared because you could clearly see the people, even in the dark. At 11:48 a girl walked by, but it wasn't her. When we hit 11:52, though, I was pretty sure that I recognized her, even in fast motion. She cued it back and we watched it normal speed. I felt a wave of relief when I see that it really was her. I felt for a moment like I'd found her. But then, of course, I realized that all this showed was that she made it this far and I still had no idea what had happened to her. Still, this was evidence that I was on the right track.
Cindy had a second angle, so we got to watch Zepz get a little further down the sidewalk. It looked like she was heading straight at the intersection, based on her body language as she approached it, but the camera angle wasn't sufficient to actually see. Straight was the direction you'd expect her to take if she were heading home, so I assumed that was the right guess.
I thanked Cindy for her help, and she replied that it was no problem. And then she went even further and said that she'd be glad to fuck up my nuts any time I needed something. I don't think she really meant it as flirting, but I definitely made a mental note that I should try to find her after this was all over and see if she really meant it.
Continued in Chapter 7
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