The Grinch who Stole Ballbustingmas

Every Sue down in Sueville loved Ballbustingmas a lot
But the Grinch who lived just South of Sueville, oh, he did not.
He hated Ballbustingmas and the whole Ballbustingmas season
Although no one in Sueville quite knew the reason.
Perhaps he believed that girls shouldn't hit balls,
Or maybe he was ashamed because his were so small,
Or maybe he was just a chauvinist asshole
Who wanted men to always be the ones in control.
But whatever the reason, his balls or his views,
He stood there on Ballbustingmas Eve hating those Sues.
There were naughty Sues and nice Sues, some short and some tall.
Oh, he resented them, the sexy ones most of all.
No boys lived in Sueville. They just visited special
To get their balls busted for Ballbustingmas festival.
He looked down at the town from his house in the hills.
He hated the decorations put up in Sueville.
There were big dioramas of guys getting kicked and punched in the balls.
And the statues of laughing women he hated most of all.
He knew down in Sueville they were making preparations
So that they'd be ready for tomorrow's celebrations.
He knew the girls were folding their socks and shining their shoes.
And in bed they'd all dream of the balls they'd abuse.
Then in the morning they'd awake and go and they'd see
Who Miss Claus had left for them under the tree.
Next those boys' packages they would quickly unwrap,
And they'd begin their fun with a forceful sack tap.
Then they'd kick and punch just like they’d been dreaming.
But, oh, those poor boys would they ever be screaming.
That was his least favorite thing. He hated the noise,
All the screams that ball kicking would coax from those boys.
It was so noisy it disturbed his nice morning of quiet.
And they said the guys volunteered, but he didn't buy it.
No man would put up with such testicular pain.
He knew they must be getting tricked again and again.
He wished he could make Ballbustingmas just disappear.
And suddenly he had a wonderful awful idea.
Maybe if he snuck into the village of Sues,
And took away all their stockings and even their shoes
And he took their dioramas and their decorative balls,
Maybe Ballbustingmas would not come at all.
That would be amazing and great thought this man.
So he thought and he thought and came up with a plan.
He got a red dress as a Miss Claus disguise
Just in case he should be spotted by some sleepy Sue's eyes.
And to carry his haul, well, he had simple good luck;
From his work he could borrow a big red dump truck.
Once midnight arrived and all the Sues were in bed,
He drove the truck into town just like his plan said.
He gathered the dioramas and the big hanging balls.
And into the bed of the truck went it all.
But he knew that taking public displays was just not enough.
Inside the homes was the important Ballbustingmas stuff.
So he got a big sack and into a house he did sneak.
He was even quieter than a mouse. He made not a squeak.
He snuck into the bedroom of each of the Sues.
He pilfered their stockings, their socks, and their shoes.
He found their ball crushers, their humblers, their vices.
He even stole their electric ball shocking devices.
He took every paddle, every flogger and bat.
He took their whips and even their hairbrushes at that.
He put all their toys in his oversized sack
Till he thought there was none left for nut smashing attacks.
He thought he was finished, when what did he see?
Why he had forgotten the Ballbustingmas tree.
This was, he thought, the most important part of his plunder.
He must take the tree. That way Miss Claus could not leave any boys under.
So into his sack he attempted it to shove,
When he suddenly heard a quiet noise from above.
Quickly he froze unsure what to do.
Up on the stairs was little Cindy Lou Sue.
She was the youngest of that house’s teenaged daughters.
And she was up to get herself a quick glass of water.
She was still quite tired, still rubbing her eyes.
She hadn't yet seen through his grinchy disguise.
“Miss Claus,” she asked, “is that really you?
Why are you taking our tree? What did it do?“
The Grinch came up with a plan quite keen.
He figured he could fool her since she was only eighteen.
“Yes, it's me, don't worry my dear.
It's nothing important. You've nothing to fear.
I need to take your tree for the quickest repair.
So go back to bed, head back up the stairs.”
But hearing what he said, down the stairs she came.
“It's really Miss Claus,” she said, repeating the name.
“I'll help with the tree, it seems a tight fit.“
“Okay, thanks dear. Wow, you've got really nice tits.”
The Grinch didn't mean to say that, but it just slipped out
When he got very distracted by all the jiggling about.
Cindy Lou was wearing a top which was really quite scanty.
She always slept in just that and some panties.
The top covered her big wobbly jugs by not very much.
And the Grinch was too tempted so he reached out and touched.
Instantly she knew that something was not right.
So she rubbed her eyes and reexamined the sight.
“Hey, you're not Miss Claus! You're just some dude.
I can't believe you had the gall to touch on my boob!“
Reaching under his dress, she grabbed hold of his balls.
And then up the stairs for her sisters she called.
“Wake up, Sally Lou and Peggy Lou, too!
I caught me a pervert and need help with what I should do!”
Also dressed quite scantily and with big jiggling tits
Her two older sisters were downstairs in just a quick bit.
“Oh Sally Lou and Peggy, I'm so glad you're here.
This man was trying to make our tree disappear.
I've got him by his scrotum so he cannot escape
But please check in his bag to see what else he did take.“
Sally Lou opened the bag and saw all of their toys.
“He's taken all our best stuff for ballbusting the boys.”
“Why did you take this?“ asked an angry Peggy Lou.
“You don't even like ballbusting, so what good’s it to you?“
He did not like the question and so the Grinch scowled.
But a squeeze of his nuts brought an answer.  He growled,
“It's not right to torment the balls of a man.
I'm stealing Ballbustingmas, that is my plan.
You have no more things to torture the balls
So this year Ballbustingmas won’t come at all.“
Sally Lou was indignant and also quite mad.
“You're a mean grinchy man and your thinking is bad.
You think Ballbustingmas is all about toys?
You think we need these things to torment the boys?
We can bust balls with our hands and our feet.
It's easy to do, they are really quite weak.
But talk is cheap, so here's what we'll do
The three of us now will prove it to you.
We'll make you cry without any device
And then we'll get the toys and do it all twice.
It’s your just punishment for trying to steal.
Me and my sisters won’t even stop when you squeal!”
Peggy Lou grabbed his arms from behind,
Her boobs touched his back so he did not mind
Until the kick came and he tried to get free.
But as much as he struggled, it wasn't to be.
Cindy Lou kicked while Sally Lou watched.
Then Sally took her turn assaulting his crotch.
She kicked and she kicked as the Grinch struggled and groaned.
Then Cindy Lou she punched and punched soon making him moan.
Then Peggy Lou released him and he fell to the ground.
He just lay there grabbing his balls and making some sounds.
But two girls grabbed his legs, held them up in the air,
And then Peggy Lou she stomped you-know-where.
She stomped and she stomped till he begged her to stop,
But then she kept going.  She stomped quite a lot.
Then Sally helped him up, put him in a headlock.
He had just enough breath for a moment to talk.
“Please let me go girls, I cannot take it much more.
Don’t rupture my testes which I do so adore.“
“Don't worry,“ said Peggy, “we are very exact,
You'll still have both testicles there in your sack.
Although by the end you may wish you did not
We are going to hurt your poor balls quite a lot.“
Peggy Lou she squeezed tighter mashing his face in her tit
And his cock felt excited if for only a bit.
And then the other two girls they kicked from behind,
And even soft breasts could not ease his mind.
They battered his nuts with kick after kick after kick.
And a few errant shots even smacked up his dick.
They kicked and they kicked for quite a long while.
The girls they had fun.  The Grinch did not smile.
When they let him go, he fell to the floor,
But soon Cindy Lou picked him up for some more.
She held his body right up with a very tight squeeze,
And the other two girls alternated with knees.
Soon he was screaming loud as he could get,
And all the three girls were getting quite wet.
Once their knees were worn out and their legs were so sore
They tied the Grinch up right there on the floor.
And then while he watched and held onto his balls for a bit.
Each girl found a seat and started stroking her clit.
They each jilled themselves off as they watched him in pain.
And once they did it that once, they each did it again.
It was sexy to watch those girls dressed just so scanty.
As they did those fun things right there under their panties.
The Grinch’s balls they still hurt, but he had an erection
Till the girls went and picked from their best toy collection.
Then the ball vice was squashing his balls very flat.
Peggy picked up her cattle prod, gave them a zap.
He detested those toys how they hurt him so bad.
When he first saw the humbler he actually felt glad.
It was two pieces of wood; he was not much in fear.
When the girls caught his balls in, its use became clear.
It stretched his poor testes and trapped them in place.
His ass had to go up and so down went his face.
He did not like having his ass in the air.
His nuts felt so vulnerable stuck way up there.
He wiggled quite helplessly. His balls were well caught.
And then the girls beat them, oh yes, quite a lot.
They beat them with crops and floggers and paddles.
They used all their implements of testicular battle.
And then they tried every pair of socks and of shoes,
Kicking those poor testes until they were bruised.
At this point they'd been ball busting for hours.
The girls had had fun, their mood no longer was sour.
They tied him up so that he would keep.
And then they jilled off again and then went to sleep.
They woke in a few hours to angry neighbors with drama,
About why the three girls had pulled up dioramas.
(Since the truck with the displays was in front of their home
And none of the neighbors had yet read this poem.)
So the girls explained about the Grinch and his plan,
And then showed the neighbors the ball-busted man.
The neighbors were glad to see his nuts in such pain
But they each wanted a turn to hit them again.
Their displays had taken them each lots of work,
So they all wanted a turn to beat up the jerk.
They went after his balls since it’s the best way
To get revenge on a man on Ballbustingmas Day.
They used their feet, their hands, and their knees
To get some pay back, as much as they pleased.
When they were done back inside went the girls
And saw something special and new to the world.
When they had awoken to the neighbor’s cries
They had skipped right past Miss Claus‘s surprise.
Under their tree (which was still on its side)
They found a big box, but what was inside?
They had expected some balls attached to some teens,
But instead it was an automated ballbusting machine.
And inside Miss Claus had written a note
“You girls have done great at hurting his scrote.
But I can tell your hands and your feet are getting quite sore.
And this Grinchy fellow needs to be busted much more.
Just strap him in and engage it: it'll beat on his crotch
And you can all just enjoy yourselves as you watch.
And if you’re wondering why I gave you no extra balls,
Don’t worry girls, I haven’t forgotten at all.
As strange as it sounds, this grinchy man here,
Once properly beaten will come back every week all the year.
So even though the three of you will just share this one,
I promise you plenty of ball busting fun.”
So they strapped him in, his legs were locked in tight.
And then they looked at the controls and set them just right
The machine had a mallet, a switch, and a strap.
And once turned on with all three it attacked.
Soon the Grinch he was just howling and screaming.
The machine was giving his nuts quite a reaming.
The girls sat and watched and enjoyed it so much.
Soon all three were giving their moist snatches a touch.
For hours they watched as his agony doubled.
You'd think now he would be regretting this trouble.
But the truth is that now all this astonishing pain
Had grown so big it took over his brain.
His poor aching balls were still in this place
But his mind had gone traveling into sub-space.
And when hours later they stopped the machine
He had been completely changed by where he had been.
“I see now,“ he said, “how it can be glorious to suffer.
My balls seemed so fragile, but now seem much tougher.
I see now they're here for the amusement of girls.
There's no better use for them here in this world.
I know now it’s so sexy to suffer for you,
My balls you can beat till they’re black and they’re blue.“
The girls they were pleased and they made him a deal.
If he came back next week and promised never to steal,
If he didn't take dioramas or take all their toys,
They'd give him a safeword like other ball-busted boys.
And if he took all the abuse they would heap on his crotch
They'd let him jerk off while the three of them watched.
They say that his balls grew three sizes that day
From all the girls punching and kicking that way.
But one thing that's true, all of Sueville did hear it,
The Grinch is now full of Ballbustingmas spirit.
And as he limped back to his house on the hill
The Ballbustingmas feeling his testes did fill.
And he was glad the girls had made perfectly clear,
They'd happily celebrate Ballbustingmas every day of the year.
So though he hurt so bad he could just barely speak,
Once he healed up his bruises he'd be back the next week.

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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.

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

BallsBounty Chapter 5: No Protection for the Vulnerable

Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4

I snuck my way home uneventfully.  Once there, I hung out for a little bit in the BB chat room I visit and chatted about my experiences.  Everyone was very jealous and asked a lot of questions.  Afterwards, I was really horny from all the talking about it.  But my penis still felt really tender when I tried just touching it a little through the gauze, so I didn’t bother trying to unwrap it.  I was hopeful that it would be better the next day, though.  I felt so exhausted by all of the excitement, that I was sure I’d go right to sleep.

But when I actually went to bed, I found that I was more awake than I thought.  My mind kept turning over the basic mystery: what had happened to Zepz?  Why had she posted a huge bounty on my balls?  Her roommate, Emma, was really worried about it, and that worry began to infect my consciousness more and more. 

I’d always liked Zepz.  I mean, I have a natural tendency to like pretty girls with nice figures, just being a pretty normal straight dude.  And being a ballbusting fan, knowing that she had busted guys with wandering hands is always a plus.  But it was a little more than just a sexual attraction.  I liked hanging out with her.  She’d always had a sense of fun about her and clever remark ready.  She was whip smart and sharply sarcastic, but also aggressively loyal to her friends.  Dating Libby had meant seeing a lot of Zepz, and I’d definitely missed her once we broke up.

So I really was concerned, and that worry was keeping me awake. Plus I usually went to sleep around midnight and it was only a little after 10 at this point. I didn't see that there was anything else I could do to try to solve the mystery that night, but I did have one thought: I really ought to buy a cup.

Most of the normal stores in town were closed at this point. However, we had a 24-hour Walmart and I was sure that would have protective cups in the sporting goods section. So I changed from my pajamas back into my regular clothes and took the shuttle out to the remote lot where my car was parked.  Fortunately the shuttle was driven by a male driver and no one else was aboard.

I drove out to the Walmart easily enough and found its sporting goods section. It was easy to find the cups near the shin guards and mouth guards and other protective gear. After wondering for a moment if I should get a hard cup or a soft one, I figured with the amount of ball abuse which might be coming, I needed the extra protection of a hard cup. So I picked out an adult-sized one and headed to the register. Aside from the self checkout, there were two registers still open, so I just went to the nearest one.

It was manned by a thin, pretty, substantially tattooed girl with short, curly blonde hair who looked to be in her mid-twenties. She was surprisingly cute for a Walmart cashier even if girls with tattoos aren't really my thing. She was checking someone else out when I got in line, and that transaction took a while.

When they finally got done and I put my one item down for her to scan, she looked down at it, looked up at me, looked down at it, looked up at me. And then she smiled widely and shook her head back and forth, saying, “Nah, I don't think so.” Then she grabbed the mic on her register and said, “Security to lane five, shoplifting attempt.”

“What?“ I asked, but before she offered any answer, the security guard showed up. She was an amazing-looking black woman. She had to be six foot one and had big square shoulders and strong looking arms, so she definitely looked like a security guard. But, she also had tremendously huge tits and nice curves in her lower half. Her uniform included a dark blue button-down shirt. In the middle the buttons were clearly having quite a time keeping everything in, and through the gap I could just barely see glances of her huge white satin bra and hints of her dark cleavage. When she got close enough to me she grabbed me very roughly by my upper arm.

“What did he do?”

The cashier turned her light off. “Davida, can you just take him to the security office? I'll be along to explain as soon as I finish these customers. Oh, and don't tell the manager yet.”

“Sure. Come with me, sir,” she said, yanking me towards the offices at the front of the store. The. security office was just a plain carpeted room with a desk, about four chairs and a bank of video monitors which were facing away from me. Davida directed me to sit in one of the chairs, so I did. And then we just sat there quietly. She just sort of glowered at me. For my part, I mostly spent my efforts trying to make sure that my appreciative glances at her figure stayed glances instead of turning into outright staring.

After four or five minutes of this uncomfortable silence the cashier finally showed up. Davida was as eager to be done as I was. “So, you caught him shoplifting? Shall I pull up the security footage?“

“No. I just said that as an excuse to get him back here. Don't you recognize who he is?” Davida squinted at me for a moment, clearly not recognizing me. “He's the guy from the front page of BallsBounty!”

“Really?” She looked at me with wide eyes, and then got out her phone to look at the app. I could see where this was going.

“Yeah. I caught him trying to buy a protective cup,” she said with a smirk.

“Yup, that's him alright. Wow. There is a bunch of proof photos and videos that have been uploaded already. No wonder he wanted to buy a cup.”

“Look, it's not like I even did anything. This whole thing is just weird!” I protested.

“Oh, I'm sure you know what you did,” the cashier said, looking at me smugly.

“So,” asked the security guard, “are we going to do this the easy way or the hard way?

“Easy way I suppose,” I said. I stood up and faced security guard and spread my legs and put my hands on my head. She smiled at me and had an eager look in her eyes. I got the feeling that she hadn't done this much before but was really looking forward to it. She handed her phone to other girl to take a video. Eagerly she stood up and faced towards me and then she took a couple of steps backwards. I watched in horror as she suddenly came running forward and punted me right in my nuts with all the force she could muster.

I collapsed to the ground with a yell, grabbing my crotch with both hands. I was in absolute agony. On the ground I thrashed about some, doing anything I could to try to lessen my agony, but to no avail. I was done. There was no way I could take another hit. Somewhere in that haze of pain, I heard her take the selfie with me in the floor.

“Okay,“ she said, “get up so Veronica can kick you, too.”  I just lay there, not moving or speaking.

“Shit, Davida, I think you killed him.”

“Nah, he's still breathing.”

“Well, you killed his balls, at least.”

“Do you really think so?”

“We should check, to be sure. Let's get his pants off.”

I felt them pulling down my pants, and some little bit at the back of my head wondered if I ought to be resisting, but I just stayed limp except that my hands stayed firmly in front of my crotch. Next she started to pull off my underwear, too. This further action was enough to penetrate my awareness, and as they started to pull them down, I grabbed into them around the crotch area and wouldn't let them go.

“It's okay. We're just going to check that you're still intact. I can't kick you for BallsBounty while you're naked anyway. Nudity isn't allowed,” Veronica argued. Somehow the sensibility of her statement managed to get through, and I let her pull my underwear off.  “What’s with the gauze?” she asked.

I managed to squeak out through the pain, “An earlier kick scraped my dick up.”

“She should've been more careful. They don't call it DickBounty.”

“That's what she said,” I said. Thinking and talking was starting to distract me from the pain.

“Was that a ‘that's what she said‘ joke? I don't get it.”

“Yeah, me neither,” said Davida.

“No, I mean the girl who hurt my dick said the same thing. ‘They don't call it DickBounty.’”

“Oh, ha, ha, that's a pretty funny coincidence,” Davida commented.

“Yeah, that is funny,” Veronica observed a little more dryly. “Anyway, it seems like you're okay. Everything's intact, just a little red and swollen. Get up and get your clothes back on so I can kick you too. I need to get back to my register before my manager complains.”

I pulled my underwear back on, but very slowly, still worrying about the tenderness of my testes and bring careful with them.

“Come on, hurry up. If you don't quicken the pace some, I'll go find every woman in the store and we'll make a party of destroying your nuts.”

“I'm doing my best,” I protested, but I did manage to hurry a little more as I pulled myself up off the floor and got my jeans on. I thought she might warn me or something before she kicked, but as soon as I got to my feet, she stepped right up and kicked the hell out of my already tender balls. I was so sore from the previous kick that I didn't stand a chance. I collapsed again immediately, shrieking in pain and grabbing my crotch as I fell to the carpet. The last thing I remember was Davida saying, “Perfect, got it on video for you!”

I kind of think I might have passed out from the pain, but I may have just lost my wits for a while. The next thing I remember was that I was lying on the floor in the security room when I heard Davida cackling. I looked around and saw her sitting in a folding chair. Veronica had apparently left already. Davida let loose another peal of laughter. “What's so funny?” I asked.

“Oh, I just realized that it could check out all of your evidence pictures and videos. These videos are hilarious. The way your eyes bug out is amazing! I'm surprised your nuts aren't mush.”

“They feel like they will be pretty soon if this keeps up.”

She laughed at that, too. “Oh, well. No great loss. I can see why you wanted to buy that cup, though.”

“Any chance I could still get it?”

“I don't think so,” she said with a chuckle. “I think you'd best be going now.”

If there was no chance of getting the cup I'd picked out, there was no point in staying. All that might happen is that they'd find yet another girl somewhere to take a turn at trying to rupture my nuts. So I gathered myself up as best I could and limped back to my car.

When I got back to my dorm room it was late and I felt completely exhausted from my ordeal at the Walmart. I had no difficulty falling asleep despite the moderate ongoing continual ache in my battered testes and my worries about what had happened to Zepz.

Continued in Chapter 6