Busted Until I Came

This is a true story from some years ago.  I don't actually know when as I lost the file creation information when I changed computers.

Last Wednesday morning, something that I've only heard about before actually happened to me.  Now, to set things up, the previous week, I'd been really busy.  Since the Friday before the last one, I'd only jerked off once.  It had been seven days with no coming and then one quick jerk off and then five more days since that by this point.  So I was pretty horny.  I'd been saving up, hoping to have some great sex with the wife.  But instead, she was in the mood to just bust my balls.

Like usual, we laid on the bed, face to face, and she used her hand to punch, slap, and squeeze my balls.  Sometimes she would stroke my penis some, but mostly she was just busting my balls.  She would grab them and squeeze them while she kissed me and then when she would let go, she would give them a couple of sharp hits with her fist.  She would sometimes just do an open hand slap, but more often, she kept her arm straight and just swung her first right into my balls.  As she did this, I was playing with her big lovely breasts.  After about a half hour of slapping, squeezing, and punching my balls, she decided that it was time for us to masturbate.  She gave me instructions to stroke myself, but not to come, and then she knelt on the bed with her knees spread and she started to masturbate herself while I stroked myself and played with her nipples.

By the time she brought herself to a shuddering orgasm, I was rock hard.  Suddenly, she reached over and hit my balls hard with the heel of her hand, smashing them against my erection.  (I have very tight balls and they were resting on top of my penis at that point.)  I felt a jolt of arousal, and I stopped stroking myself because I didn't want to come yet.  But then she hit my balls with the heel of her hand again and I felt even more turned on.  And then she hit them one more time, the same way, nice and hard, and, suddenly, I came.

I had always thought that coming from being busted was just something which would happen in stories, but now I know that it can really happen.
 

Bridesmaid

"Fuck no".

"Woah, what?"

"I know what you're asking.  And no, I'm not going to have sex with you.  I know how it goes, you groomsmen get all horny with some strippers, but you don't get off and then you get so drunk that you forget to masturbate and then you have to rush yourselves out of bed at the crack of noon to make it to the wedding.  And once there, you spend all day ogling my cleavage and think that because I'm a bridesmaid, that means that I'll get all weepy thinking about a wedding and let you into my bed.  Well, I'm not that kind of girl, and I don't do that.  This is not my first wedding and I'm not your sucker.  Just because I was your escort in the wedding party doesn't mean that I'm gonna wind up in your hotel room."

We were about four drinks into the evening, but still, that was awful frank.  She was right about me being horny and about me staring into her cleavage.  It was lush and I just wanted to dive right in.  Plus she had lovely pale skin with dark curly hair and ruby red lipstick.  She looked like a fifties pin-up girl come to life.  "I didn't ask all that."

"No, but you were going to."

"I might have, but I might not have.  Clearly, I won't bother asking now.  But just because we're not going to have sex doesn't mean that we can't have a fun evening.  I look handsome and you look great in that dress.  You must at least think I'm cute, otherwise why hang out with me this long?"

"Yeah, you're cute, but so what?"

"So, we can have a little fun together.  It doesn't have to be sex."

She raised her eyebrow at me.  "You want to know what my idea of fun is?"

"Sure."

"My idea of fun is tying a horny guy to the bed and beating his balls black and blue while I jill myself off.  That's my idea of fun."

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah."

I should probably have stopped and thought about what I was saying, but I didn't.  I could blame influence of the alcohol or the cleavage or both together, but whatever the cause, the words just tumbled out of my mouth without me considering what I was saying.  "Then, I'm game."

"Are -you- serious?"

"Yeah."  I said quietly, suddenly feeling uncertain.

"You understand that I'm not kidding around here.  I will beat your balls until you beg for mercy."

"Ball-busting is my biggest fetish."

"Well, what are we waiting for then?    Let's go back to my room."  She stood up from the table, grabbed me by the hand and pulled me out of the ballroom and headed for the stairs.  Soon we were at her door and then inside her room.  As soon as the door shut, she spoke up.  "All right," she said, "Pull them out."

"What?"    I was completely unprepared for her request.

"Get out your balls so I can bust them."

"Oh, uh, yeah," I said, felling suddenly awkward.  I unzipped my fly and reached in, pulling my balls through the fly of my boxers and my tuxedo slacks.  It felt very awkward having them just flapping in the wind.

"Nice and loose, okay.  Now, a little test to see if you're serious."  She leaned in and cupped my balls in her hand.  "Put your hands on your head," she instructed and I complied.  "Now, I'm going to squeeze the crap out of your balls.  If you can keep your hands on your head until I stop squeezing, you can stay."

"Okay."  I clasped my fingers together on top of my head and girded myself as much as I could.  Suddenly, she tightened her fingers around my balls and began squeezing forcefully.  At first, although painful, it wasn't too bad, but then as she gripped tighter and tighter, I started to tremble.  Soon, I was gritting my teeth and my instinct was to reach down and stop her.  But I knew I wanted to keep going, so I tensed my fingers together, each hand trying to keep the other one in place so that I could keep my hands on my head.  The pressure got more intense and I could feel my guts starting to wrench.  I wound up clenching even my neck muscles.  And one of my finger muscles started to cramp up from all the tension.  Suddenly, it was over and she let go.  The pain in my balls dissipated, and I felt a wave of relief wash over me.  Then I started to worry that maybe if this was just the warm up that I might be getting myself in way over my head.  Still, the squeezing, as hard as it was to take, had left me rock hard.

"Very good.  Now keep your hands on your head for a bit more while I check if this really is your biggest turn-on."  With that, she reached in through my fly and grabbed my dick.  "Oh, yes, you are hard indeed."  She unexpectedly pulled my erection out through my fly, bending and twisting it in the process to get it out.  I winced, but didn't complain.  "If we're going to play together, I think you'd better have a safeword, so your safeword is 'safeword'.  Think you can remember that?"

"Yes, ma'am," I answered.

"Good answer," she replied.  "Now, let's see.  I feel kind of odd topping you while wearing this blue bridesmaid dress.  Aside from the lovely cleavage it shows, it doesn't really flatter my figure at all.  I would never have chosen to wear something with an empire waist on my own.  My underwear is much sexier, but if I'm going to show that to you, I think you'd better earn it, don't you?"

I nodded in agreement.  "Certainly, ma'am."

"I think that you should earn it in terms of kicks to the balls.  How hard a kick can you take?"

"I'm not sure."

"Well, have you been kicked really hard before?"

"I've never been kicked before."

"Really?    But you said that ball-busting is your biggest turn-on!    Heck, I just checked it and it's true.  You've never been busted before?"

"It's really only been self-busting until now.  My girlfriends didn't want to get involved.  They said it was weird."

"Well, some people don't know good dirty fun when they see it.  So, I was going to say that it'll cost you five kicks, but since this is your first one, I think instead I'll say that it'll cost you one really hard one.  That way I'll be sure that you'll never forget your first one."

"Um, okay."  I hoped that I would survive it.

"Okay, legs apart and keep those hands up there."  She kicked her shoes off and then started taking aim, flexing her right leg.

I was just starting to really feel nervous about this when she reared back and rocketed her foot right into my crotch, the top of her stocking-clad foot smashed right into my balls, smacking them forcefully and crushing them for a moment back against the teeth of my zipper.  My world became pain and I collapsed onto the floor, balls throbbing in agony.  My hands were cradling my aching balls as I lay in the fetal position.  I had managed not to scream or cry out and instead was moaning softly.

"Yup, got you good that time!" she said with a chuckle.  As I lay on the hotel room carpet clutching my groin, she walked in a slow circle around me, enjoying seeing me lying there.  After about a minute, she nudged me with her foot.  "Look up," she said.  I looked up at her and she smiled down on me.  "Time for your reward," she said and she turned around and slowly unzipped the zipper on the back of her dress.  As the gap appeared at the back, I could see the thick back of a black bustier rather than the band of a bra.  And as she turned back around, she suddenly dropped her dress completely, letting it pile around her feet.

I gazed up at her, taking her in as best I could from such a low angle.  She had looked great in the dress, but she was right: she looked even better without it.  She was wearing traditional black stockings on her long, lovely legs.  The stockings were hitched to the bottom of her bustier.  In between a pair of black satin panties kept her private parts hidden from my eager eyes.  But I could see her wide round hips and her narrow waist.  She was right that the dress hadn't really shown off how nice her figure was.  From my position on the floor, the only thing I couldn't see was her cleavage, but I could see the underside of the cups of her bustier which were protruding significantly.

Seeing me looking, she asked "do you like my bustier?"

"Yes, you look very sexy in it."

"Thank you.  It was really hard to find a comfortable one in my size.  I could kill the bride for choosing strapless gowns.  But anyway, do you like the color coordinated underwear?    I didn't think I'd be showing it off tonight, but I wore it just in case."

"You look amazing."

"I bet you'd like it even more if I took some it off, though?"

"That would be very sexy."

"Well, let's play a game.  You guess how many different stores I had to go to find a bustier which fit, and we'll take the difference between your answer and the correct one.  Then I'll give you that many knees to the balls.  If you can stay standing for that many knees, I'll take the bustier off.  Sound good?"

"Sure."

"Okay, well, get up then.  You can't lay on my carpet all day."

I struggled to my feet.  Once I was up, I could get a good look at her cleavage again.  It had looked big before, but without the dress, it was obvious that her tits were just huge.  She caught me staring again.  "Don't get a chance to see tits like these every day, huh?" she asked.

"No, ma'am.  Your cleavage is lovely."

"So, what's your guess?"

It took me a moment to recall what she was talking about.  Giving one more look to the bustier, how big her breasts were and how narrow her rib cage, I figured that it must have taken several stores.

"I guess I'll say three."

"Nope.  But not an insulting guess or anything.  Time to take your knees."

"How many?"

"Oh, I'm sure you'll be able to count them.  I'd prefer that it be a surprise."

I stood, legs apart, waiting for her strike.  She moved in close to me.  She was several inches shorter than I am and as she moved in, bringing her chest tantalizingly close to mine, she looked up into my eyes.  Her green eyes sparkled as she put her hands around the back of my neck, as if she was going to pull me in for a kiss and I could feel the sexual tension rising when suddenly I felt her knee smash my testicles into my groin with enormous force.  I staggered, almost collapsing right there.  I hadn't seen the blow coming at all and I was literally seeing stars from the rush of the pain.  I staggered out of her grasp, stepping sideways and bending at the waist, but did manage to stay on my feet.

She smiled at me, and placed her hand gently under my chin.  She lifted my chin up so that I was looking her in the eyes again.  Then she placed her other hand on the side of my chest and guided me back to an upright position.  She stepped in closer towards me and this time I looked down just in time to see her shapely, stocking-clad thigh rising quickly as her knee plunged into my groin once more.  That one wasn't quite as painful, but it was still enough to make me grunt and bend forward.  She backed a way a step or so to keep me from bending right into her cleavage.  I hoped that I was only off by two and that I would be done and get to see her fantastic titties.

She seemed to confirm my hopes when she reached out and said, "You're doing a very good job," and reached her hands out towards my waist, as if she was going to give me a hug.  Once she got her hands around me, she suddenly pulled me towards her, at the same time swinging her knee up hard, right into my crotch.  She got me really hard, right on the left nut.  I could feel it smash hard against my pubic bone and I was engulfed in pain.  My legs collapsed from under me and before I knew it, I was on the ground moaning in agony.

As I lay there moaning, she looked down at me, grinning.  After I recovered enough to start to look around again and I looked at her, she said to me, "Six.  It was six.  So that was your last knee.  If only you'd stayed up, then I'd be taking off this bustier and showing you my naked boobies right now."  To emphasize the point, she cupped them with her hands and gave them a little squeeze.  "But, oh well, I guess it's just cleavage for you for now."

I continued to lie on the floor, clutching my balls.  As she looked down at me, she said, "You know, I think you have too many clothes on."  She bent down (showing some lovely cleavage) and took ahold of one of my feet.  She removed my shoe and then my sock, casting them aside.  Then she picked up my other foot and repeated the process.  Next she took ahold of the end of each of my pants' legs.  Lifting them up in the air, she gave them a little tug.  "Unbutton your pants," she commanded.  I complied and she pulled them off of me, leaving me in just my boxers, shirt, and cummerbund.  I was still in pain, but had stopped moaning at this point.

She knelt down between my legs and started pulling at my boxers, soon getting them down onto my legs.  Then, standing back up she pulled them all the way off.  Next she took ahold of my feet again, one in each hand, and I wondered what she was doing, until she stepped in closer and put her right foot on my crotch.  As I continued to clutch my pained left testicle in my hands, she began to stroke my penis with her stocking-clad foot.  When she started, I was not completely soft, but I wasn't very hard either.  Within just a few seconds, I had a raging hard-on again.  "Oh good," she said, "you are still interested."

"Yes, ma'am," I replied, but without a lot of vigor to my words.

"Well then," she said, "time to move your hands."

"Yes, ma'am," I replied, even less enthusiastically.  Slowly, I moved my hands away from my balls.

Once they were safely out of the way, she began to stomp down hard on my balls.  After the first stomp, I jerked in pain, but managed to keep my hands in place.  When the second one came, I tried to close my legs up, but she held them firmly open as her foot came down hard on my balls.  The third stomp made my body spasm and my legs turn to jelly.  And the fourth stomp took all of my breath away, my whole body being overwhelmed by the pain in my balls.  And after the fifth stomp made me feel like my testicle was bursting, I couldn't take it any more and covered my balls with my hands as I began to whimper a little, softly.

"Move you hands," she commanded.  I looked up at her sexy figure with fear in my eyes.  "One more," she said.  "Move your hands."  Slowly I moved my hands away from my balls and lightning fast, her foot came down on them with a smack so hard that my ball pain overwhelmed my whole system.  My body pulled suddenly and involuntarily into the fetal position, wrenching my legs out of her hands and curling me up.  I don't know how long I laid there whimpering but it must have been for at least several minutes.

When I came to my senses, she was sitting on the bed with her hands in her panties, playing with herself.  I looked up at her doing it, amazed, and she just smiled back at me.  After a moment or two, she said, "I think that those hands of yours are getting in the way of my fun.  It seems like it's time for the tying up portion of the evening."

I swallowed hard.

She saw my nervousness.  "Don't worry.  I promise that if you use your safeword, I'll untie you.  I like to be rough with my boys, but only when they want it.  I'll push your limits, but I won't break anything.  I promise.  And, after I've got you tied up, I'll take off my bustier."  She gave her cleavage a little extra with her arms to emphasize the point.

Well, my limits were pretty well pushed already, but still, I found it hard to say no, so I found myself saying "Yes, ma'am."

She came over and took me by the hand and led me to the bed.  "Okay, first, you need to take off your shirt."  I removed my bow tie and then my shirt and cummerbund leaving me stark naked.  She pulled the bed clothes back and said, "Lie down on your back.  I'm going to handcuff you."  As I lay down on the bed, she went over to her suitcase and came back with a pair of black-fur-lined handcuffs and a long piece of string of some sort.  She climbed onto the bed and straddled my waist trapping my hard cock under her.  "Give me your hands."  I did as commanded, and she snapped them onto one of my wrists and then the other, locking them with a satisfying click each time.  They were tight enough that I couldn't escape, but not uncomfortably tight.

"Are they too tight?" she asked.

"No, they're okay," I replied.

"Now, don't be macho.  If there's any chance that your circulation in your hands is being cut off, I want to know."

"No, it's definitely fine," I replied.

"Good."  She scooted forwards a little bit and leaned down with the string, basically shoving her cleavage in my face.  As you can imagine, I did not complain.  The hotel had one of those big padded headboards, so she had to reach way down under somewhere to find something to loop the string around.  She wound up smothering me with her cleavage for a couple of seconds to reach the bottom, much to my delight, but she managed to find something and came back up holding both ends of the piece of string.  She threaded one end through a link in the handcuff chain and then tied the two ends together, tightening it down so that my hands were right by the headboard.  After tying them, she pulled the string in a circle some so that the knot moved down under the edge of the mattress where she was sure I couldn't get to it.  "There, all secure, I think.  You're too high up on the bed, though."  My head was very near the headboard and my elbows were each at about a 90 degree angle.  Climbing off the bed, she grabbed me by my feet and pulled me down some.  I slid easily on the linen sheets.  Now my feet were dangling significantly off the end of the bed and my arms were stretched out above my head.  I felt significantly more helpless than I had.

"Okay," she continued still standing by the bed, "That should be good.  Now, I promised that I would take my bustier off after I got you all tied up, but I didn't say right after.  So I think that I should make you earn it, plus, I can figure out whether or not your hands are well secured.  So, let's see what'll work well."  After a brief look around, she continued, "Aha, that'll do nicely."

She picked up one of her shoes, a black high-heel, and climbed onto the bed.  Sitting next to me, she circled one of her hands around my scrotum, holding my balls tight and making them bulge clearly out.  And then with the other hand, she held the shoe by the heel end and hit my balls hard with the flat of her shoe.  The pain was more of a mix, some of it just being a very strong smack right on the scrotum itself and the other part was the continuing assault on my already sore testicles, but from the very first smack, I was jerking and writhing from the pain.  She kept hitting them over and over with a steady rhythm.  By the third or fourth hit my hands were involuntarily trying to pull down to cover my balls.  By the fifth hit, my legs were pulling together, but to no avail as she wasn't releasing her grip on my balls.  By the sixth hit, I couldn't take it any more and started thrashing my legs about, my balls burning in unbearable agony.  She gave me one last really hard thwack with the shoe and then let my balls go.  I continued to writhe in pain.

"Well," she said, "I think I'd better tie your legs off, too."  She fetched my pants and shirt from off the floor.  Then she forcefully grabbed my right ankle, pulling it towards the corner of the bed and used my pants to tie it to the leg of the bed.  Then she grabbed my left ankle and used my shirt to tie it to the other leg. "Now don't pull too hard," she warned.  "You wouldn't want to ruin your clothes."

She picked the shoe up again and climbed up onto me.  She straddled my stomach facing towards my crotch.  Again she grabbed my balls with one hand, squeezing them around the base.  I knew what was coming, but I still wasn't prepared for the pain when her shoe impacted my balls.  My balls were still tender very from the previous hits and when the shoe hit, I jerked in response.  The next hit followed soon afterwards and I couldn't help myself, I pulled at the cuffs with my hands and my legs tried to come together to protect myself, but it was no use, I was trussed up well and she had no problem landing the next blow on my unprotected balls.  That hit set me to fresh thrashing, but I still couldn't get anywhere.  The next hit caused me to start making noises.  I don't know quite how to describe the noises, but they were sort of staccato, like short breaths, but pained.  She turned around a gave me a quick "shush".  I tried my best to quiet myself, but when that next hit came, my jerking and noises resumed.

"Okay," she said, smiling, "I guess I'd better take a little break from that.  I don't want hotel security getting called."  She climbed off of me and then knelt on the bed facing towards me.  "Still, you did good.  I guess I got you pretty well, huh?"

I nodded.

"Well, here's your promised reward."  The bustier she was wearing had a zipper down the front, and she slowly unzipped it.  I watched eagerly as more and more of her cleavage became visible.  Once it was completely unzipped, she unclipped the garters and then cast her bustier aside, revealing her naked breasts.  They were terrific, big and not much sag for their size.  They stood out from her chest, coming to very appealing points with her big, puffy brown nipples.  My cock, which had lost some of its stiffness when I was in the worst pain, was back to full strength and twitching as I imagined myself fondling and sucking on her breasts.  Unfortunately, my hands were still cuffed above me.

Perhaps to emphasize the point, she started to caress her breasts, cupping them in her hands and then playing with her nipples.  "What do you think?" she asked.

"They're magnificent."

She smiled.  "Were they worth the pain?"

"Definitely."

She reached down and began to slowly stroke my hard cock.  I was so hard that I felt like I would burst.  She continued to stroke and I could feel an orgasm starting to build.  That's when she stopped stroking and punched me in the balls, hard.  I gasped in pain.

"We're not done yet."  She punched me hard again, scoring a direct hit with her fist landing evenly across both balls.  I bucked from the pain and she smiled.  "I got you pretty good that time, huh?"

"Yeah," I replied.  She gave me another hard punch.  This one got just my left nut, smashing it against my hard cock.  It was so painful, I tried to curl up in a ball, but I just wound up pulling against my bonds.

She giggled, "Be careful.  You don't want to rip your clothes."

Next she went back to stroking my cock.  Just as I started to feel like I was approaching orgasm, she stopped and punched me hard in my right nut this time.  Again, I writhed in pain.  And she began to stroke my cock again.  And once more, when I felt like I was getting somewhere, she stopped and punched my left nut really hard.  She continued like this, stroking and then punching one nut at a time, alternating right and left for about 20 minutes.  By the end of it, my nuts were ever so sore, and I started to beg to be allowed to cum.

"Please," I said, "I need to cum so bad."

"Well," she said, "maybe I can squeeze it out of you."  She sat up and straddled my legs.  The feeling of her stocking against my body as she straddled me was soft and silky and I quivered in delight.  Then she took one ball in each hand, causing her arms to squeeze her breasts together, which was great to watch.  And she began to squeeze my testicles.

It started out mild, but soon I was squirming from the pain.  Then she really turned the pressure up.  She tensed up in order to squeeze really hard.  It resulted in her pushing her chest out, and she just looked amazing, but I couldn't focus on her because the pain very quickly overwhelmed me.  "Uncle," I said, but she didn't stop.  She continued to squeeze harder and harder.  "Please!" I begged.  Still she squeezed.  When she finally let go, my cock was soft and my balls continued to throb in pain after she released them.

"Well," she said, "No luck that time.  I thought that for a moment there, you were going to use your safeword."

In truth, in all the pain, I had forgotten that I had a safeword, but I didn't want to admit that to her.  "That was pretty rough," I admitted.

"Well," she said, "maybe you'll like this better."  She leaned forward onto her hands and knees.  Her big breasts dangled under her, her nipples just resting on my stomach.  And then she began to crawl forward, brushing me with her nipples as she crawled up me.  Eventually, she got up to where her breasts were dangling against my face.  She began to shake them back and forth just a little.  "Would you like to suck my nipples?" she asked.

I nodded.  She brought her right nipple over near my lips.  I leaned my head forward to try to grasp it in my lips, but she pulled it just out of reach.  I strained at my bonds, trying to get my lips closer, but no luck.  I collapsed back into the bed.  Once I did, she swung her other nipple down near my lips.  "Maybe you'll have better luck with this one."  Again, as I reached up to suck it, she pulled it away.  This time she giggled a little as I strained.  After I gave up, she offered me the right one again and when I got close, pulled it away.

She continued like this for what felt like forever, but was probably just five minutes or so.  I found that being teased like that made me far more excited than I expected and my hard cock twitched eagerly, begging for attention.

Finally, much to my delight, she let me catch her left nipple in my lips.  I sucked on it eagerly and she leaned in, pressing the soft flesh of her breast against my face.  I felt like I was getting lost in the luxury of her soft and generous bosom, which is probably why I was completely unprepared when she kneed me in the balls.  Her knee smashed my balls hard and I gasped for air, turning my head sideways and releasing her nipple from my mouth.

Once I was done inhaling and had calmed just a little, she swung her other nipple into my open mouth, and despite the pain in my balls, I found myself instinctively sucking on it.  I got just a few moments of happy suckling before she kneed me again.  Once more, I could not hold on, and I let her nipple go.  My balls were wracked with pain, but as I watched her gently shaking her breasts just out of reach, I knew I could go on.

I reached up for a nipple again, and she teased me for a moment with her right breast, and then she lowered the nipple close enough that I could reach it.  When I sucked it into my mouth, she didn't just lean in, she pressed it forcefully against my face, as if she were trying to smother me with it.  When the inevitable knee smashed against my poor, tender balls, I tried to turn my head away, but she kept the pressure on and wouldn't let me.  When her knee smashed them yet again, I howled in pain but my cries where muffled by her breast.  But when she struck them hard and fast with the knee one more time, it was too much for my tender balls and despite my restraints, I bucked forcefully with the pain and wound up bucking her entirely off me.  She landed on her side on the bed beside me.  No longer smothered by her magnificent tit, I gasped for air.  She giggled beside me.

"I guess I got you pretty good, huh?    I've never had a guy do that before."

My only reply was a soft moan.  Still, wracked with pain though I was, that was the sexiest thing which had ever happened to me, and my cock was ramrod straight and pulsing.

She looked at my cock with an appraising eye.  "Well," she said, "you've been a really good victim.  I don't usually do this, but I think I'm going to go back on what I originally said.  I will have sex with you, if you'd like.  Would you like to put you cock into me?"

For that, I had no problem finding words, "Oh, fuck yes!" I replied immediately.

"Okay, do you have a condom?"

"Yeah, there's one in my wallet."

When she got off the bed, she took a moment to remove her stockings which were starting to slip a little now that they weren't attached any more.  I watched eagerly as she revealed the smooth skin of her legs.  Then, after a little looking around, she found my wallet on the floor where it had slipped out of the pants when she'd picked them up.  She easily found the condom.  Climbing back on the bed, she tore the wrapper off the condom with the intention of then putting it on me and discovered that the latex had fused together turn it into an unusable mess.

"Um, how old is this condom?" she asked.

"A year or so, I guess," I answered, sheepishly.

"This isn't going to work.  Do you have another?"

"No," I admitted.  "Sorry."

"Well, no orgasm for you, then.  Maybe that'll teach you to store your condoms properly and not sit on them for a year."  She sounded a little annoyed.  "But I still need to get off."  She climbed back off the bed and went searching through her bag.  After a moment, she came back with a dildo.  She slowly stripped her panties off.  She had a small amount of well-trimmed public hair and a pink snatch that I wanted to fuck so bad.

She climbed up on top of me, settling in so that initially her pussy lips rested on the shaft of my twitching hard cock.  She rubbed on it just a little, leaving me trembling, and then she leaned back and inserted the dildo.  Slowly, she worked it in and out.  I was so turned on watching her as she slowly did herself with the dildo.

"Tell me how much you want to fuck me right now," she said quietly, in between strokes.

"Oh, God.  I want to fuck you so badly.  You are so hot!"

"Beg me to fuck you."

"Please, please, let me fuck you.  I need to put my hard cock deep inside you.  Please!"

"Nope," she said quietly, smiling, and with that I could see her starting to come.  As the orgasm came over her, she thrashed violently, shaking and losing control of her muscles.  I loved seeing her so overcome and also watching her big tits as they shook.  I had been so hard for so long, I could feel the muscles in my groin starting to hint to me that they'd be developing cramps soon.

After she came down from her orgasm, she said, "Okay, time to take a break and get ready for bed.  No touching me or masturbating while you're untied."

Then she untied my legs and released me from the handcuffs.  She also leaned over me to untie the handcuffs from the bed and then put them on the nightstand as she got up.  She found her toiletries and headed into the bathroom.  She closed the door and then I could hear her peeing.  It made me realized how badly I needed to pee, but my cock was still hard and pointing up.  Once she had flushed the toilet and washed her hands, she opened the door.

"Do you need to pee, too?" she asked.

"Yeah, but I don't know how I can manage to point my cock at the toilet."

"It's okay, just pee in the shower."

She went and started the shower for me.  Hearing the water running made me feel the need even more acutely.  Once it was warm, I got in.  I had to sort of stand at the back and relax as much as I could, and then suddenly, I could feel the urine flowing through my still hard cock.  I had never peed with a rock-solid hard-on that I could recall, so the experience of seeing and feeling the urine squirting up like that was new to me.  By the end of it, I was not quite as hard.  My cock was starting to dip just a little, but then, as I got out, I could see that she was still topless and was brushing her teeth vigorously.  And as she did, her nipples shook slightly back and forth and soon my cock was straight up again.

The hotel had provided a complementary toothbrush, toothpaste, and dental floss in each bathroom for travelers who might have forgotten theirs.  She handed the one from her room to me, and I brushed my teeth, too.  I'd never brushed my teeth naked with a hard-on before and I found that my cock waggled back and forth much more vigorously than her breasts had.  She gave it an admiring stare, and it started twitching in response.  When we finished up with the flossing, she grabbed me by the balls and pulled me back over to the bed.

Letting go, she said, "Okay, lie down on your side.  Face me."  I did as I was commanded, lying on my right side with my head resting on a pillow, and she picked up the handcuffs from the nightstand.  "Okay, now put your hands behind your back."  It was a little bit of an awkward thing to do while on my side, but I did it.  She climbed over me and affixed the handcuffs.  "Is this too tight?" she asked again.

"No, it's fine," I answered, truthfully.

"Okay, let's spoon," she said.  She climbed behind me and I couldn't see what she was doing, but soon could feel that she was lying down behind me.  My fingers suddenly felt something hairy and I realized that they were touching her pubic hair.  I pulled them back, suddenly, feeling like I had accidentally touched her somewhere I hadn't been allowed to, especially since I'd hardly been allowed to touch her at all.  "No," she said, "It's okay.  I want you to touch me.  If you do a really exceptionally good job at it, I might even rescind your punishment and let you come tonight, but it would really have to be exceptional."

I let me fingers relax and find her public mound again and I began to let them explore.  I felt her breasts pressing against my back as she leaned against me.  A moment later, her hand grabbed my cock.  She gave it a slow stroke, and I let out a soft moan.  She played with my cock very, very gently and slowly.  My fingers found her pussy lips and gently parted them.  She felt so very moist, even that far from her vagina and I began to probe for her clitoris.  When I found it, I massaged it in slow, soft motions, gradually trying to apply some force without being rough.  Meanwhile, her soft strokes to my cock were pushing me closer and closer to the edge and soon I started breathing heavy.  Just as I was nearing the point of no return, she let my cock go, leaving it bobbing in the air.

I grunted in frustration and she giggled softly.  Then, after letting it bob there for a moment she grabbed my testicles.  After fiddling with them for a moment to get her grip just right, she began to squeeze them against each other.  I gasped in pain.  Even though the idea of her squeezing my balls was a huge turn-on, the reality of it was painful enough to take the edge off of my arousal.  I could feel my cock just starting to soften a bit when she released my balls and instead began to lightly stroke the skin of my cock with her fingertips.

She whispered to me, "you should start again," and I realized that when she had squeezed my balls, I'd stopped moving, and I hadn't gone back to massaging her clitoris.  So, I began stroking it again, this time trying to press a little more firmly while still being gentle.  And it worked, I could feel her starting to breathe more shallowly.  The sound of her getting more turned on turned me on, too, and even with the extremely light physical stimulation, I could feel myself heading back in the direction of an orgasm again, even if it was still a ways off.  As her breathing started to get more ragged, though, she stopped stroking my cock and instead grabbed my balls once more.

This time, she kneaded them roughly in her hand.  This felt amazing, at times quite pleasurable, but at others, suddenly painful, but mostly it hovered in the uncomfortable range.  It was very sexy having her abuse my balls in this more gentle way.  I managed to keep my composure enough that I continued to massage her clit and after a couple of minutes, she started to cum.  When she did, her hand clamped down on my balls in a tight squeeze.  I gasped in response, but kept rubbing.

When the aftershocks of her orgasm finished, she released my balls.  "That was great," she purred, and she took hold of my cock.  She grasped it more firmly and started jacking her hand up and down my shaft.  She was perhaps a little too rough with it given the lack of lubrication, but I didn't care, I could feel myself getting closer and closer to cumming.  Just as I was about to get there, she stopped, letting my cock bob free again.  "But not extraordinary," she said.  "You'll have to wait until morning.  But, you can have a reward.  Let's roll you over."

She helped me roll over which was a little painful for the part where the handcuffs were under me.  And then she helped me scoot over so that I was roughly where I started, but now facing towards her.  She was lying on her side and her breasts were atop one another, creating a very appealing cleavage.  She scooted up a little (which was great to watch, too), grabbed me by the head, and pulled my face into her cleavage.  "Good boy," she said.

I nuzzled against her big soft tits.  I couldn't see anything at that point, but I could feel the soft flesh of her tits against my face and that was enough to keep my cock rock hard.  After some time, perhaps a couple of minutes, she said, "Okay, that's good.  Time for bed."

She climbed out of bed for a moment to get the end of the sheet and pull it back up.  She pulled it about halfway over me and then got back in bed.  She lay on her side facing me and pulled the covers up to about her waist.  Her chest was still completely exposed, and I was having trouble not just staring at her tits.  She moved towards me just a bit and pulled the covers further up me.

"Is that good?" she asked.

"Yeah, that's fine," I replied.  Honestly, I was still feeling so hot that I wasn't sure I even needed covers.

"I couldn't help but notice what a nice shade of purple your cock is at this point.  Is blue-balls setting in?"

I hadn't stopped to notice it, but it was.  I could feel the ache in my balls just beginning.

"Just a little," I answered.

"Oh, just a little?    Then I guess I'd better play with you some more."  She reached over and gave me a couple of strokes and then let go again.  "Are you balls feeling heavy?"

"Very heavy," I answered.  She reached over and gave me a couple more strokes.  My cock twitched and pulsed every time she touched it, but I was still very far away from cumming.

"I hear it gets very painful."

"It can."

"I like it when you're in pain, you know.  It turns me on ever so much."  She gave my cock a couple more strokes and then cupped my balls in her hand.  "Do you want to fuck me?"

"Oh, please, yes!" I said, sounding as desperate as I was feeling.

"Too bad.  You had your chance.  And, you know, I really was serious.  I wasn't joking around with you.  I really would have let you slide your hard cock into my pussy and work it in and out of me until you ejaculated.  But my pussy is off limits to you now."  She gave my cock a couple more strokes.  I was starting to leak pre-cum.  "Would you like to put it in my butt?"

I'd never even considered that and my eyes widened.  "That would be great!"

"You'd really like to put your cock in my ass?"

"Oh, yes!"

"That's too bad because I'm definitely not into that at all," she said smiling, as my hopes deflated.  "Would you like me to suck on your cock?"

I knew this time that she was probably just teasing me and was going to tell me that she wasn't going to do it, but I still couldn't help myself.  "Oh, please," I said.  "That would be amazing."

Much to my surprise, she got up on all fours and repositioned herself.  Slowly, she lowered her head down to where my cock was.  She gave it a little lick as it pulsed in response, and then she took it into her mouth.  Suddenly, she gave it a strong suck right on the head and I felt a wave of pleasure.  And then, a couple of seconds later, she stopped.  I groaned.  "Please," I begged.

She lowered her mouth over my cock again and used her tongue to swirl around the head of my cock bringing me right to the edge of orgasm, and then she pulled away and lay back down in the position she had been before.  My hard cock twitched in the open air.  I groaned again.

"Okay," she said.  "Enough with the groaning.  Would you like me to stroke your hard cock until you ejaculate in big hot spurts?"

"Oh, yes, please!"

"Okay, I'll do it."

"Really?"

"Yep.  I'm gonna squeeze it and stroke it with my hand, working you're desperate to cum and then letting you explode in pleasure.  I promise that I will definitely do that to you," she paused for effect, "in the morning.  I will give you an amazing hand-job in the morning. Have a good night."  She reached over and turned the lights off.  "Oh, and if you wake me up by humping the bed, I will be so pissed that you don't even want to know what I will do to you, but I promise it would not be at all sexy for you.  Sweet dreams!"

I heard her moving around, but it wasn't until my eyes adjusted to the near-darkness of the room that I could see that she was lying on her side, facing me with the sheet pulled up only to her waist.  I was on my side facing her, unable to do very much movement at all.  I could still see the curve of her body, and the shape of her tits lying on the covers.  Now that all of her physical attention was removed, my blue balls became sharper and more pronounced.  Initially, I had felt an ache, but now it was a sharp pain in both balls.

They felt tight and heavy and my cock felt full even though it was no longer hard.  I could feel cramping in the muscles at the base of my penis, and still I felt so, so horny.  With my hands cuffed behind me and having been specifically warned off humping the bed, I could not think of any way to relieve my growing frustration.  Well, that's not true.  I couldn't help but imagine humping her.  Not having sex, just rubbing my cock against her thighs or boobs until I came.  But I felt certain that that would merit an even worse punishment than humping the bed.

I tried to look away from her lovely figure, but my eyes were drawn back to it.  I tried to clear my mind and tell myself it was time for sleep, but every time I managed to clear my mind, visions of everything she'd just done to me came floating back in.  I could just see myself tied up helpless while she smacked my balls with her shoe or see her squeezing my balls while I had my hands on my head or see her smothering me with her breasts while she kneed my nuts until I couldn't take it any more.  This was all real and had just happened to me and knowing that made my ache all the worse.

I could see the clock from where I was, so I know that an hour later, I was still awake and still horny and still imagining what I would like to do to her.  But some time after that I managed to finally drift off.

When I awoke, the room was bright and there was a lovely naked girl holding onto my extremely tender balls.  It took me a moment to realize where I was and what had happened.  But quickly, I remembered everything that had gone on the night before between me and this lovely sadistic bridesmaid.

She gave my balls a little squeeze.  "Come on sleepy head!"    I moaned in pain.

"Please," I said.  "They're so tender from the blue balls."

"That little squeeze was too much for you?    Oh, this should be fun."  She smiled evilly and began using my balls to try to pull me up out of bed.

I gasped and the yelped and then followed her hand as quickly as I could.  My balls still felt heavy and now they were increasingly tender, too.  When we got into the bathroom, she turned the water on and then she suddenly slapped me in the balls.  That slap wouldn't have phased me the night before, but my balls were so blue that it floored me.  I collapsed with a moan.

"That is amazing," she said.  "I've never busted someone with blue balls that bad before.  If that little tap does that to you, I have to try a real kick."

"Oh, no, please," I pleaded.

She ignored my pleas and took me by the hand.  "One quick one while the water warms up.  And then, you can play with my tits while I give you a hand job," she said in a tone of voice which made clear how much she thought I would enjoy that, and I suspected that she was right.  She lead me back out to the carpeted part.  "Okay, spread you legs."

I didn't comply.

"Come on, now, one last kick."

Reluctantly, I made myself do it.  I slowly spread apart my feet and then my knees.  Looking down, I could see how purple my cock and balls still appeared.  I was starting to get nervous when without any further warning, she gave me another full force kick in the balls.  I can't really describe it except to say that it was the most painful thing I'd ever felt and that I don't really remember anything afterwards for the next several minutes.  When I was aware of my surroundings again, I was still lying on the carpet next to the bathroom and my balls still hurt like a motherfucker.  I could hear her showering inside.  I let out a low moan.

"Come join me, silly.  Don't just lie there moaning.  These tits aren't going to play with themselves.  And I'm not going to give you a handie if you stay out there.  I don't want to make a mess on the carpet, come make one in the shower where it's easy to clean."

Swayed by her arguments and the promise of finally getting to cum, I slowly lowered myself and my tender nuts off the floor.  I managed to stagger my way over towards the shower and find my way in.  I still hadn't straightened up all the way, so she greeted me with "Are you a hunchback now?"

"Uh, yeah, I think so," I replied.

"That's too bad," she said.  "With you hunched over like that, I don't have anyone to soap up my boobs."

"I bet I could handle that for you, ma'am," I said.  Still moving slowly, I reached down and found the soap and then approached her.

She turned her back to me and then raised her arms over her head.  "There you go," she said.  I understood what she wanted and started to soap her breasts from behind.  Her breasts were so big and soft and rubbing them with soap, having them slip between my fingers, that felt amazing.  My dick was already starting to stiffen up when she began rubbing her butt into my crotch area.  I worried for a moment that she would jostle my poor blue balls, but her butt mostly came in contact with my purple penis, which was soon hard and twitching, desperately wanting more attention.  She reached behind her back with her hand and began to tug on it.

I kept rubbing her boobs, especially playing with her nipples as she tugged on my cock.  Her hand had put some soap on my cock and this was serving as lube, but each tug on my cock was slow and forceful, only moving me just a little towards orgasm.  But over time, all those slow tugs started to build and I got closer and closer until I was teetering right on the brink of coming.  And with one more tug, she sent me over.  I came so forcefully that my first blast of spunk actually splattered across the top of her shoulder, but as she kept tugging, more and more nearly clear cum came out of me.  I had been so full inside that I just kept coming and coming.

When I finally exhausted my supply, she stopped jerking, and I could feel that my blue balls had finally been relieved.  I washed her back off and then we both finished washing ourselves in the shower.  When we got out of the shower, I saw the clock and realized that check out time was imminent and that I had to run if I was going to get my stuff out of my room before they locked it.  So I dressed quickly and arranged to meet her in the lobby after we checked out.

I got to my room, packed my suitcase as quickly as I could and went down to check out.  She was several people ahead of me in line, and once she was checked out, she came and talked to me in line.  We exchanged numbers and she gave me a hug.  With all the other people around, we didn't want to say anything explicit, but I promised her that if I were ever in her city, I would definitely come visit her.

She gave me a wink and then a peck on the cheek and she was gone.  I haven't seen her again yet, but that was only a couple of months ago.  I still get a huge boner every time I even think of her, so I'm sure I can invent a reason to be in her town some time soon.  I just hope my balls can take it.

Christmas Boxing

This is a story I wrote long ago.  I would probably write it a little differently if I were writing it now, but I'm keeping it as is. 

"Are you serious about this?"

"Yeah, I bet I can take you."

"You really want to do this, Nicki?"

"Definitely. Winner gets to decide whose parents we go to for Christmas."

"Okay. Sure."

"Do you want to decide costumes or rules?" He thought for a moment and an image of his girlfriend dressed as he wished popped into his mind.

"I'll take costumes."

"Let me guess, standard boxing-style shorts and gloves and that's all."

"You know it."

"I knew you couldn't resist an opportunity to get me topless and without underwear. Is it okay if I tie my hair back?"

"Sure."

"Okay, so that's the official costume, shorts, gloves, and an optional hairband. No more, no less. The rules will be one fall, only a five-count. No hitting above the neck. I don't think that either of us wants to get any black eyes or broken noses. Either person can also submit at any time if they want to, and leaving the room is also considered a submission, but whoever submits has to let the winner have two free minutes of beating on him."

"I think you mean 'him or her'."

"No, I mean 'him'," she said, smiling.

"Whatever, you silly girl," he responded in kind. "Well, those rules seem fair to me."

So they departed to the local sporting goods superstore and each bought a pair of boxing gloves and some boxing trunks. Just sitting there looking at what was available in the store and contemplating what was to come made them both tingle with anticipation.

When they returned to the house, they moved the table from the dining room into the kitchen, leaving them a large space to fight in. Then they went to different parts of the house to change into costume. When they returned, Peter was blown away by how amazing his wife looked in the loose-hanging trunks and the gloves. As she started to bounce a little bit to warm herself up, he was quickly aroused by the swaying and jiggling of her full breasts. She smiled seeing his cock rise up, forming a tent in his loose shorts. She grinned evilly, knowing what was in store for him.

"Okay, honey, let's touch gloves and come out fighting," she said. So they approached in the middle and touched gloves and then backed away from each other. They began circling each other a bit, dancing like boxers dance. She threw a couple of light jabs, which he blocked or deflected. Responded with the same in turn, but she fended those off as easily. Then very suddenly she stepped in quickly and close and landed a hard left square in between his legs, driving right hard into both his balls. Peter crumpled to the floor holding his balls.

"That was a low blow," he moaned.

"I know," she replied. "We don't have any rules against low blows and you agreed to the rules as they were stated. Now you have five seconds to get up."

Looking up at his busty blonde wife he saw a cold calculating look in her eyes that he had never seen before. It frightened him, but it intrigued him. Worried as he was, he still managed to pull himself back up onto his feet. He was determined not to let the same thing happen again. This time he crouched a little lower and held his hands a little lower to be better guarded. She threw a quick low jab and he easily deflected it. Then, bobbing, and moving quickly, she feigned low and right and then she feigned low and left and then she struck hard from the right side and drove her fist deep into his groin. He had been a step behind her and unable to block the blow or deflect the blow in time, so he went down like a sack of potatoes.

 He managed to rise again before the five-count finished, again frightened by his evilly grinning girlfriend. Peter could still feel an ache in his balls, which made it difficult for him to even stand up. But he shook it off as best he could. This time he was taking no chances; he placed his left hand squarely over his groin to protect his pained balls. She danced around him, landing jabs to his chest and shoulders, knowing that he couldn't defend well enough against her with just one hand. She moved around him, as if taunting him with her lithe body. Suddenly, knowing that she wouldn't be expecting it, he lashed out with his free right hand and struck her hard on her breast. She suddenly yelped in pain as her big breast was suddenly slapped forcefully back against her chest. She jumped back and clutched it.

"Hey, that hurt." Before she was just going to win, but now she wanted some revenge. She moved in quickly and gave him a hard left into the stomach. Instinctively his hands drew in towards his stomach and before he had time to react, she threw a hard right into his groin and a left and a right, and another left, each one pushing him back until he was backed up against the wall. She used her body to press his body against the wall as he went limp from the pain. She pressed her chest against his and continued to pound his crotch with her right hand. She grunted as she pushed into each punch and he grunted louder as they landed striking his sore balls over and over again, unrelentingly.

"So, do you submit?"

"No, I..." But he was unable to finish the sentence. The pain grew more and more intense with each blow. Unhappy, she struck with even more force than before, putting all the force she had into pounding his groin with her heavy right boxing glove.

"Now do you submit?"

All he could think of was ending the pain. "Yes" was all he could manage to squeak out. She backed away, letting him fall to the floor.

"My two minutes of free beating time begins now," she said. She pummeled him about the shoulders and arms as he curled up into a ball on the floor. Then she sat down on the floor next to him and used her arms to pry his legs apart. She looked down at his battered genitals outlined in his shorts and she brought her forehead down, butting them solidly and squishing them against his pelvis in a sudden burst of force. He screamed in pain and then began to cry softly.

"You'll survive, lover," she cooed as she stood up. "When you feel better, come meet me in the bedroom and I'll give you a fucking you won't believe." And then she strutted out of the room, leaving him in agony balled up on the floor.

Boogie-Down Town

(or Kick-in-the-Pants Central)

As Daniel joined approached the table in the dining hall where a bunch of his friends had congregated, he was glad to see that Brittany had saved him a seat next to her. She was his new girlfriend and they were still in that silly stage in their relationship where they just couldn't get enough of each other. It didn't hurt that she also looked sexy as all get out. She was a very pretty blond with long legs, wide hips, a small waist, and a very nice chest. Daniel felt very lucky that she was his girlfriend and had no doubt that some of their other friends were jealous of him for landing the busty blond. As he sat down, she gave him a smile and he smiled back broadly. After he sat down, she slid her chair a little closer to his, so that their legs were touching and he felt a thrill. The conversation at the table was already well in progress.

"Have you done Disco mode yet? You just do that Tavolta pointing move over and over again for the whole three minutes and it unlocks disco mode."

"Of course! Have you unlocked Lawnmower man mode? You just have to do the lawnmower all the way through five times during one free dance session to unlock it."

They were clearly talking about Boogie Down Town, the popular new motion sensor game. He and Brittany had been playing it a lot, actually. He had more been hoping that they'd have some actual sex, but Brittany hadn't quite been comfortable with that at this point in their relationship. Heck, she had only let him unhook her bra a couple of times and hadn't taken her shirt off yet. Instead, they'd just make out for a while and then play some Boogie Down Town to work off their sexual frustrations. Brittany had gotten really into it. They had already unlocked both Disco mode and Lawnmower mode plus a few others. Basically, you just would play in free dance mode and then do some particular move enough and it would unlock a new mode.

Chuck jumped into the conversation next. Daniel cringed a little whenever Chuck opened his mouth because it almost always was something about sex. His mind just always seemed to be in the gutter. "Did you guys hear about Boin-Boin mode? Apparently, they don't publicize it, but the sensor can track boob motion too, so you just take your bra off and bounce around a bunch and it unlocks Boin-Boin mode."

"Why's it called Boin-Boin mode?" Brittany asked. Daniel also cringed a little at that. Brittany was very book smart, but she was kind of gullible. She tended to accept anything people told her at face value. Daniel felt pretty sure that this mode was just something Chuck made up to be able to talk about jiggling breasts.

"That's the sound that Japanese people use for bouncing boobs in comic books," Chuck answered.

"So, how did you unlock Boin-Boin mode, Chuck?" Daniel asked, trying to be a little pointed, but polite.

"Oh, I haven't yet, but my friend saw his cousin unlock it."

"Uh-huh."

"Well," Angela cut in, "I heard about Ball-Busting mode. You just have to have player 1 kick player 2 in the balls thirty times to unlock it. I'll be glad to help you unlock it, Chuck!" Several people at the table chuckled and Chuck looked a little embarrassed.

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That evening Daniel and Brittany got together at his apartment. She was looking very sexy, wearing a very form-fitting red top and a black miniskirt. She wasn't ready to go all the way yet, but she sure knew how to dress sexy. Daniel was wearing a polo shirt and slacks. They didn't really have any activities planned other than just making out together. So, the two of them spent about an hour sucking face before Brittany called an end to it, not wanting to get overly excited and go too far before she felt ready. Daniel respected that, but it was hard. And, for that matter, he was also quite hard. He could feel the blue balls just setting in when she said, "Let's play some Boogie Down Town and try to unlock those new modes."

"Um, I'm not so sure those were real."

"Only one way to find out." She pulled her arm into her shirt and then after some fiddling, pullout her bra out of one sleeve. She tossed it onto the couch next to Daniel.

Brittany's top was so tight that he could clearly see the contours of her generous bust. And when she removed her bra, he couldn't help but notice that her breasts were still quite pert, even without it. He'd never actually seen her topless so far and neither before had he seen her without a bra while standing up. He had managed to get her to take her bra off a couple of times when they were making out, but they were always on her bed at the time. Her big breasts looked amazingly sexy pressing outwards on her red top and he could even see where her nipples were. It was driving him wild, especially combined with already having started to get an ache in his balls from all the kissing and touching they were doing before.

He also took a moment to look down at the tag on the bra because the way it had landed, the tag was easy to see. It read "30G". He was impressed. He knew that she was bustier than any of the other girls he had been out with, which he thought was great, but he hadn't realized that her cup size was quite that large.

His attention soon turned back to her, though, as he saw her doing a quick warm-up before actually getting started. She shook her chest from left to right, causing some impressive jiggling and then she did a couple of quick, short vertical jumps, causing her breasts to wobble up and down. Daniel's eyes were riveted to her bouncing breasts. His cock, which had never quite gotten soft, was now completely turgid.

Brittany started the free dance mode and immediately began to bounce up and down and then, as she got tired of that, switched to jiggling back and forth. After swinging her large tits back and forth for a while, she would switch back to the jumping, thus repeating the cycle. After watching her do this for a full three minutes, Daniel's could feel his cock twitching in his pants and worried that he might even accidentally cum.

But to his surprise, when the free dance mode finished a banner came up and it said "Boin-Boin Mode Unlocked!"

"Awesome!" Brittany exclaimed. She navigated the menu of the video game to the mode selection scheme. "There it is. And its worth double points to do songs in Boin-Boin mode. That will definitely help towards getting those high score achievements." She was definitely excited to see it was worth double points. Most of the other modes only added a 10% score bonus. This was way more. "Now we need to try for Ball-Busting mode!"

"Are you sure that's a real thing?"

"No, but there's only one way to find out."

"But, won't that hurt a lot?"

"Don't ask me. I haven't got any balls. You've been kicked in the groin before, right?"

"No, never, but other guys say it hurts a lot."

"Oh, come on. I'm sure it doesn't hurt that bad. Don't be a wuss. Here, let's try one kick for practice. Spread your legs."

"Umm, I'm not sure about this."

"Oh, come on. You don't know how much it hurts. This way you'll know."

He still looked unconvinced, so she batted her eyes at him. "Pleeeeease?" she asked, sweetly.

"Well, okay, I guess so." He spread his legs apart. "But, umm, don't -"

At that point, she stepped forward and before he was ready at all swung her foot hard and fast right into his crotch striking both of his testicles firmly. He let out an "eek" sound, grabbed his pained nuts, and slowly collapsed to the ground. Brittany had never kicked a guy in the nuts before and she felt a special excitement in knowing that she really could do it effectively. Plus, it was amazing seeing the strange contorted look on his face. She found herself giggling a little because it was funny seeing how strong his reaction was. But if she was completely honest, there was something kind of sexy about it, too. There was something very exciting about having just physically defeated her big strong boyfriend with just one little kick.

The only excitement he was feeling, though, was the agony of testicular pain and the fear that more would be coming. He lay on the ground for a couple of minutes clutching his nuts until finally he could feel the sharpness of the pain subside.

"Oh, god, Brittany. That hurt so much."

"Yeah. I took you down!" The excitement in her voice was obvious.

"No, baby, that really hurt."

"I could tell from the way you fell to the ground."

"I don't think I can help you unlock this mode."

"Aww, come on. You're my big strong man. I know you can do it for me. You wouldn't want to let me down. Plus, I promise I'll make it worth your while. I know you've been a little frustrated that you haven't gotten to see me topless yet. Well, if we can unlock the Ball-Busting mode, I'll take my shirt off."

That got his attention. "For how long?" he asked.

"Oh, for the rest of the evening. And we could even make out some more."

"Okay. I'll do it for you. But you have to kick softer than that."

"I can try to be pretty gentle, but three minutes, thirty kicks. that's a kick every six seconds, so I've got to do them fairly quickly."

"Well, maybe you can do them light and quick, like little taps with your foot."

"Well, okay, I guess we can try taps." She felt a little disappointed to have to be trying to do it so light. "Here, face me with your legs apart."

She started the free dance mode and then raised her leg. She swung it forward, to give his nuts a little tap. He flinched, moving away, the memory of the intense pain was just too strong for him. She tried a second time and he moved away again. "Stay still!" she commanded loudly, frustrated.

"Okay," he said and managed to will himself to stay where he was. She kicked a light tap and this time he managed to stay in place. He was relieved by how light the kick was. He winched just a little from the pain he was expecting, but the actual sensation wasn't very painful at all. She tapped him again and he managed to stay in place. She counted the taps as she did them, and soon was up to about ten. As the tapping continued, he could feel the pain starting to build. It wasn't very painful right at that minute, but each tap hurt a little more than the previous and his balls were starting to really ache. That combined with the nervousness led him to suddenly cover his balls with his hands right after the seventeenth tap.

"No, stop that!" she said. "I have to keep tapping them! We've got thirteen more to go! That's not that many."

Reluctantly, he moved his hands back away. After four more taps, they were back and he was starting to bend forward.

"No! Cut it out or I'll kick really hard! Do you want another hard kick?" he didn't and his fear of that managed to overcome the ache. He put his hands behind is back, squeezing one in the other and tried to focus on leaving his crotch vulnerable. She tapped his balls again with her foot. And then again and again, and he could feel the pain starting to build.

"Ten more!" she said and started counting down, "Ten!" smack "Nine!" smack. His balls felt so sore. "Eight!" smack "Seven!" smack "Six!" smack. His balls were really tender now and the taps were starting to really hurt. He was focusing so much energy on not moving or blocking that his hands were squeezing each other white. "Five!" smack "Four!" smack. His legs started to wobble a little. "Three!" smack. His mind was racing and it was taking all of his willpower to keep himself vulnerable. He knew he could take two more. "Two!" smack "One!" smack.

"We did it!" she said jumping in excitement, as he let go of his other hand and grabbed his crotch. The pain was not as bad as the hard kick, but it was enough to make his stomach churn and he slowly sat down on the floor, his legs wobbly from his effort. The free dance still had more than a minute left on the timer, so he just sat there while she stood, awaiting the result.

Finally, the time ran out. The end of dance screen came up. There was a score and a rating and absolutely no notices about any new mode being unlocked.

"Aw, we didn't get it," Brittany pouted.

"I'm not sure this is a real mode," Daniel said.

"Really? I don't know. Maybe I just need to kick harder."

He crawled across the floor and got his phone. After fiddling for a couple of minutes, he looked up at her and said, "Babe, I just Googled 'Boogie Down Town' and 'Ball-Busting mode' and didn't find anything. I think Angela was just yanking Chuck's chain."

But as he was searching, she got her phone and was looking, too. "No, here it is. I searched for 'Boogie Down Town' and groin kicks. It's not called Ball-Busting mode: it's called 'Tamakeri mode'. It says here that there have to be thirty kicks, just like Angela said, and that they each have to be full kicks where the leg goes from the floor up to the balls and where it provokes a reaction from the person being kicked. So, like, you need to stagger or fall or something."

"That sounds like it will hurt a lot."

"Oh, come on, it won't be that bad. I'll just have to go a little harder. Just hard enough to get you to react. Not enough to really hurt."

"But even last time was starting to hurt by the end."

Secretly, she found herself surprisingly pleased about the idea that even those light taps had been hurting him. She knew that testicles were a man's most vulnerable organs, but she hadn't realized that they were that sensitive. "Yeah, but I mean, you can take it, right? I mean, I'm sure you can handle a few little sack taps, especially if it results in a lot of gratitude from me, right?" As she said gratitude, she stepped closer to him, letting her big left tit press gently against his arm. She gave him her best batting of the eyelashes and a warm, smile.

"Uh, yeah," he said, being quite distracted by the sudden feeling of her breast pressed against his arm. "Anything for you, babe."

"Great!" she squealed and gave a little leap back. His eyes eagerly followed her sizable breasts as they jiggled still braless under her shirt. "First we should do a little practice to see how much force I need to use to get you to react."

"Um, okay. Start light, though, and work your way up."

"No problem. Okay, spread your legs for me."

He did as he was told, standing with his legs apart. She didn't bother asking him if he was ready and instead started with a kick where she brought her foot up from standing and then gave him another tap like she had been doing on their previous attempt. He breathed more heavily right after the tap, but didn't otherwise react.

Her next kick was a little harder. She again put her foot all the way to the floor, but then when she brought it up, she kicked it straight into his balls, but pretty slowly and without a lot of oomph behind it. When the kick landed, he could definitely feel it, but it was only very slightly more than the tap. He let out a little grunt, but didn't move.

"Hmm, not quite getting it." She lowered her leg back to the floor and this time brought it up even harder. It audibly smacked into his crotch. He gasped and staggered and the pain hit him. "There we go," she said. "Just right. Now, let's see if we can do that thirty times. Hmm, though, how are we gonna stop you from grabbing your nuts like last time? Oh, I know, here, give me your hands." He held his hands out to her. "See," she said. "Perfect. I can just hold your hands in mine and you won't be able to cover up."

They faced each other, her holding onto his hands. He expected her to start the free dance mode, but instead she stepped in closer to him, stepped up on her tip toes and kissed him. "Thanks for agreeing to do this," she said. "I love you."

"I love you, too, babe."

"Okay, let's do this!" She signaled for free dance mode to begin and it did. Immediately, she started kicking him in the balls. The first several kicks went just as planned. He staggered a little with each one, but aside from making some funny noises, didn't seem too disturbed. The seventh kick was clearly a little harder than she meant it to be, though, and after it landed he let out a loud grunt and started to sink down towards being on his knees. "Come on!" she said. "You can do it! Sorry about that one."

She managed to pull him back to his feet in a standing position, but he was clearly still in some pain. Normally, she might have taken a little break, but the clock was ticking and she had to get to thirty kicks. She overcompensated for how hard her previous kick had been by making the next one so soft that he didn't even react to it at all.

She cursed herself for wasting a kick and didn't add it to her mental count of how many she had completed so far. The next kick was a little too hard and he grunted really loudly and staggered, but she managed to keep him standing my pulling upward on his hands.

Kicks nine through fifteen went pretty well, not too hard, not too soft, just enough to make him stagger a little with each one. But he could feel his nuts getting more and more tender from each successive kick.

"Oh, God, babe, this is too much!"

"You can do it!" she said as she kicked him for the sixteenth time. He grunted and staggered forward. She helped him back to position and kicked him again and then once more. The next few he started to grunt louder and louder. Until finally on the twenty fourth kick, he let out a distinct yell from the pain which was building as each quick kick made his poor testicles more and more tender and finally all of that was too much. He staggered on his feet and then he started to collapse down.

But just as he was coming down, a kick was coming up. This kick was even a little harder than normal because Brittany was rushing, worried that she was running out of time. And the combination of his downward motion with her foot coming right up basically doubled the force. He howled in pain as the kick landed on his poor tender balls. He wrenched his hands free of hers and grabbed his poor, pained balls as he fell to the carpet.

"Please, get up! We only need five more kicks! We still have forty seconds! Please get up!"

He managed to whisper a really quiet "No more," but otherwise did not respond to her cajoling, just lying on the carpet in the fetal position with his hands cupping his tender testicles and rocking slowly back and forth.

As the time ran out with no mode unlocked, Brittany initially felt irritated with Daniel, but as she considered it, it dawned on her that her really was that tender and sore that he literally couldn't continue. And once that occurred to her, she felt a certain excitement from having exploited his weakness like that. It made her feel strong and powerful that she could reduce her strong boyfriend to such a state with just a series of light kicks to his vulnerable testicles. She wanted to try again and see if she could get the kicking just right so that it would work, but she also was feeling an increasing desire to put him on the floor again.

She smiled down at him. "Does it really hurt a lot?"

"Yes," he said through gritted teeth. "It really hurts a lot."

"Well, once you've had a break and once it's not hurting so much, we should try it again. I think I know what to do differently."

The train of thought rumbling through his head had the flavor of "I'm never letting you kick my balls again, ever", but he stayed silent.

After a pause she said, "Well, until then, I'll try doing a couple of the songs on Boin-Boin mode." She gave him a smile. "You might enjoy watching." He just lay there and didn't respond.

She went to the modes menu and enabled Boin-Boin mode for double score. It asked her if she wanted to review the extra dance moves which would be added in Boin-Boin mode. She said she did.

So the tutorial walked her through the boin-boin which was where she bounced her breasts up and down, the milkshake where she shook them back and forth, and the chest shimmy where she shook them back and forth really quickly, but without them moving that far, just kind of shaking and quivering in place.

Daniel had, of course, noticed her doing the tutorial. And seeing her shake and shimmy her big lovely breasts in that tight top was soon distracting him from the pain in his balls. Next she started the song. Many of the existing dance moves already caused her breasts to shake since they were so large and unsupported. And once the boin-boins and milkshakes and shimmies got mixed in, it was just a boob-lover's paradise of shaking and undulating tit flesh. Daniel was soon once again absolutely rock hard.

And as the song continued, her promise to take her shirt off sounded more and more exciting to him. As much as he was loving seeing her big boobs shake in the top she was wearing, he couldn't help but imagine what if she were doing it without the top. He still had never see her boobs naked but he couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to see them not just uncovered but uncovered and jiggling and shaking.

And soon his mind was justifying it to him. I mean, it's not like she was trying to hurt his balls. She was doing the least kicking required to get the job done. And he was tough. He could take some abuse. And it would make her really happy. And he would get to see her big amazing tits bounce and jiggle and shake. He managed to convince himself that he could do it, despite having only gotten to twenty-five kicks last time and despite the strenuous objections from his not-entirely healed testicles.

When the song ended, he said, "Okay. We can give it another try." He pulled himself up off the floor. As he rose, it struck him how sore his balls still were, but he ignored it and pressed on.

Brittany could not help but notice the erection that Daniel was sporting and was quite certain of the cause of it. The twins could, at times be inconvenient, and honestly all this bouncing and jiggling was making them a little sore, but she had to admit how very useful they were for getting her what she wanted, even, as it turned out, when what she wanted was to kick her boyfriend in the crotch some more. Perhaps they were even more powerful than she had realized up to that point.

"But," he continued, "my balls got more and more tender as we went on. So at a certain point you have to lighten up. I'll tell you when it's getting to be too much."

"Okay," she said.

"And please, please, try not to kick to hard. If you put me on the floor again I won't be able to get up and take any more kicks."

"Okay," she said, sounding a little irritated. "I'll do my best to make sure not to put you on the floor before we're done. I know that you tried your best to get up, but it was just too much for your poor balls."

Something about her tone of voice worried him, but he ignored it. "Okay," he said. "I'm ready."

They took hands again and then she started the free dance mode. Her first kick was just right and she counted it out loud, "One!". She was feeling powerful and in control this time and she was kicking him exactly like she wanted to. He grunted and staggered back when it landed, but nothing more. The second and third kick produced the exact same reaction. The fourth resulted in a little extra bending of his knees. The fifth more grunting and staggering. And so it continued. Each kick was just about perfect. His balls got more and more tender, but she managed to dial things down just a tiny bit. Enough that every kick caused him pain and got a noticeable reaction, but even when he started to bend a little at the knees or waist, she just urged him back up using his hands and he straightened again. Once she got to the twentieth kick, her counting got louder and more excited but she kept her kick strength the same. Things were going really well.

There were still forty seconds left on the clock when she finished the twenty-eighth kick. She was really going to get there. She was sure. And then her twenty-ninth kick was a little too hard and he started to go down to the floor.

"No, goddamnit. Don't you fall on me!" she pulled up hard on his hands. Think of the naked boobies. You need those!" He managed to brighten up just a little and straighten himself most of the way back up.

She was so relieved that he didn't actually fall with the twenty-ninth kick. That would have ruined the whole thing. It occurred to her that if he waited until the thirtieth kick to collapse, it would have been no big deal. And that's when she realized that she had no particular reason to hold back with the thirtieth kick. She would still unlock the mode and she could always claim it was an accident.

So before she really considered it too carefully, she went for it. She was still kicking from a starting position of her foot being on the floor, but she did the hardest kick she could from there, right into his poor tender balls. Her foot slammed into his crotch with great force. His mouth opened and closed, but he couldn't say anything and instead just fell down on his knees and then over onto the floor. His hands were limp when she let go of them, but he soon pulled them down to cover his aching testicles.

She felt a special thrill as she looked down at Daniel clutching at his injured manhood. She still thought he was sexy and still loved him, but she had never realized that kicking him hard right in the gonads would be so thrilling. Her heart was racing and she felt flush with arousal. She knew that this was definitely not the last time she would do this.

And then she felt an additional excitement when the free dance round ended and there it was, "Tamikeri mode unlocked!" She scrolled to the mode setting screen. It had five new moves: the straight-kick, the snap-kick, the knee, the slap, and the grab-and-squeeze. She hadn't even thought about trying knees or slaps or squeezing. This was gonna be fun. Oh, and the mode was worth a score multiplier of three, even more than Boin-Boin mode. And she tried it out and found out that they could be combined. A six times multiplied for playing adding extra boobie-shaking and beating her boyfriend's balls: the score achievements in two-person mode would be no problem.

"It worked! Tamikeri mode unlocked!" she told him. "How are you holding up?"

He just grunted a little.

"I know something which will cheer you up," she smiled at him and then reached down to the bottom of her top and pulled it upwards very, very slowly. "Would you like to get a good look at my breasts?" Sure enough, that got his attention and he watched as she slowly peeled her top upwards, slowly revealing first the bottom of her breasts and then eventually, oh so slowly, reaching her nipples. Once the shirt was above the nipples, the breasts bounced down a little, now free of the shirt, and she pulled it the rest of the way over her head. "Are they as nice as you thought they'd be?"

"Oh, yes, they're amazing!" he said. "They're so nicely shaped and your nipples are very sexy. I can't wait to suck on them."

"Well, no sucking today, but probably soon if you're a good boy. Is getting to see them worth the pain in your balls?"

"Yeah," he said, still curled up on the floor. "They hurt so bad. But for getting to see you unwrap more of your sexy self, anything is worth it. I'm just glad that that's all done, though. I'm glad the mode is unlocked and there won't be any more kicking my balls."

"Oh, Daniel, I hate to break it to you, but we still have to do the songs in Tamikeri mode."

"What?"

"Well, it's a three times score multiplier in two-player mode and I still have a lot of score achievements to get. It just adds in some kicks and knees and punches and some squeezing your testicles. I'm sure it won't be too bad. No worse than this, anyway. And it's clearly the best way to get the achievements."

"Oh, no. Do we have to?"

"Oh don't worry. It can be combined with Boin-Boin mode. And, if you do well, with topless Boin-Boin mode. I bet you'd like to see that." He nodded at her suggestion. "See, don't worry. We'll only do one song a day to not overdo it. We'll be through with the sixty songs it comes with within a couple of months. And next month's expansion pack of sixty more should only take a couple more after that. I'm sure it'll be over before you even realize it. And it'll make me so happy and I know you'd do anything to make me happy. And once you've made me happy, I'm sure I'll find lots of ways to make you happy. Won't that be nice?" She smiled a broad smile, her head just dancing with visions of her kicking, punching, kneeing, and squeezing his balls over and over while she jiggled her big boobs in front of his hungry eyes. It was going to be wonderful. Well, at least it would be wonderful for her, anyway.