Busted Until I Came

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

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

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

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

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

Christmas Boxing

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

"Are you serious about this?"

"Yeah, I bet I can take you."

"You really want to do this, Nicki?"

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

"Okay. Sure."

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

"I'll take costumes."

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

"You know it."

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

"Sure."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"That was a low blow," he moaned.

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

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

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

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

"So, do you submit?"

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

"Now do you submit?"

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

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

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

Becky

 

I had met her on Monday at the beach playing basketball at the church (which had been organized by the summer youth minister). Becky was a stunning brunette with gorgeous eyes and a figure which I couldn't resist. She was a little short for my taste, but she had medium-sized breasts which were both very high on her chest and protruded very perkily. Her figure was clearly that of an athlete and when I later found out that she played soccer I was not surprised. She had a very pretty face, nice legs, wide hips, and a nice tight butt. It was the sort of body that I wanted very much to put my hands on. She seemed to be a very Christian girl, which was not my thing and as such I didn't think that I'd have much of a chance at all, but for a girl who looked like that I would at least give it a shot, especially since she had been glancing at me and otherwise paying me enough little extra attention that I thought that she might be interested in me.

On Tuesday night we were both at the youth minister's cottage to watch movies with a bunch of other teens. When I sat down on the couch I was thrilled that she sat down next to me. And when she began to snuggle up against me partway through the movie I had trouble keeping my mind on the movie. Afterwards, everyone talked a little bit and I overheard from her conversations that she was leaving the next day for at least a week. Being that I was only going to be here for a few more days myself, I saw my possible opportunity eroding. When people started to move towards breaking up and heading our separate ways I asked her if she'd like to take a walk on the beach with me and just talk some. To my delight she said yes.

It was night and we were alone together on the empty beach. Once we got there I couldn't think of much to say, so I just asked her, "So, what did you think of the movie?"

"Oh, I liked it," she said with a natural slight southern accent in her voice which made her sound all the more innocent, "especially that part where that girl kicked that guy in the balls."

"Really?" I gulped. Ball-kicking was something that at the time I was realizing was one of my fetishes. I’m not one of those guys who knew immediately that I was into it. I used to sort of notice girls who kicked in the balls extra, but I hadn’t really put it all together. Only since I’d been reading a few femdom stories on the internet which had ballbusting did it occur to me that I actually found it hot and wanted it done to me.

"Yeah. Something about seeing a woman being willing to fight back and take action is really exciting. I've always wondered what it feels like to kick someone in the balls. What does it feel like to have a woman kick you in the balls?"

"I don't know. I've never had a woman kick me in the balls."

"Really? I thought that every guy had at some time."

"Well, not me."

She changed subjects briefly to ask, "I'm kind of warm; would you be bothered if I took my shirt off?"

"No, not at all."

"Now don't you think I'm coming on to you or anything," she said in her sweet innocent voice as she pulled her shirt over her head.

She was wearing a bikini top of the sort which cups the breasts and makes an absolutely terrific cleavage. I began staring at it in the moonlight very obviously.

"Now you cut that out, you naughty boy."

"Okay," I said sheepishly. Some silence passed.

"Are you curious to know what it feels like to be kicked in the balls?" she inquired.

"Yeah, I guess so,” I said. I was still nervous about the possibility of getting kicked, but I was starting to feel excited about how this was going.

"Could I kick you in the balls?" she asked very quietly, shyly.

"Well, I'm not sure," I said, not wanting to be over-eager.

"Please?" she asked.

"Well...”

"If you let me kick you twice, I'll take my top off."

"Okay," I agreed perhaps a little too quickly, "but you have to take it off before you kick me."

She reached back and undid her top. I could only make out her bare nipples and breasts so well in the moonlight, but I was enjoying what I could see. I leaned in close to look at her perky right breast pointing out at me. Her nipple was about the size of a silver dollar and was a nice pointy tip to a pointed breast. The teat itself showed how hard her nipples were by pushing out about three-quarters of an inch. Not being able to help myself, I suddenly reached out and grabbed her long nipple nub in between my lips. "Hey!" she cried out. I felt her foot hit me in the nuts very suddenly. I crumpled under the impact, releasing her nipple and just stopping short of kissing the sand. "That wasn't part of the deal. I still get two more kicks."

"Okay," I groaned from the ground. I knew that I really shouldn't have done that and that the ache in my testicles was the proper reward. I struggled to my feet, almost ready for more punishment.

"You ready for your first one?"

"One second more," I requested as I stared at her breasts and tried to regain my overall composure. "Okay, I'm ready."

"Spread your legs apart a little more."

I complied. I watched her swing her leg back a little bit and then could barely follow its motion due to the speed with which she kicked. Wham! I felt nauseated and my legs failed to hold me up. My testicles felt like they had been hit by a sledgehammer. I fell into the sand. I had expected her to hold back some, but I think that the fact that I had angered her lead her to kick me full force. Let me tell you, no matter how erotic, a full force kick in the balls from a soccer player hurts like hell. I looked up at her beauteous form standing above me. Her leg, which had caused me such pain, still looked lovely and erotic to me. I was definitely aroused, but I was still in such pain that I could scarcely move.

"Well? Are you going to get up so I can kick you again?"

"I'm not sure I can," I managed to force myself to say through the pain.

"Okay," she said, a devilish look appearing in her eyes. I shut my eyes again in response to the persisting pain. Suddenly she struck my balls full force again. I screamed in agony and tears began to trickle down my cheeks. I felt engulfed by the pain, but man was I ever horny. Suddenly I felt her hands on my balls. "Are they okay? I hope I didn't really hurt you." I found myself unable to respond. "You're a tough guy right? You can take it," she said beginning to sound a little worried and wanting me to reassure her.

I didn’t respond to her question, though. I was too overwhelmed by the pain. She gently probed my testicles, seeking to figure out that they were unharmed. Her probing fingers moved upwards. "You're turned on? Wow." I felt her hands leave my groin. There was a pause where there I did not know what she was doing (my eyes still being shut). Then I felt her pulling my pants off. I did not resist. After another pause I felt her putting a condom onto me. Then I felt her lowering herself onto my cock. I opened my eyes and saw her sitting atop me, facing forwards, her bosoms shaking as she began to hump me. I could hear her grunting with pleasure, and it was even beginning to move me away from the pain. She kept going for several orgasms for herself, humping and groaning and jiggling. After fifteen minutes or so she pulled herself off of me and then pulled the condom off of me and began to suck my cock. This went on with her massaging and sucking upon my cock with her cute little mouth for quite a while. Just when I was afraid that I was never going to get to come she suddenly squeezed my scrotum and testicles and I orgasmed very violently, squirting semen all over her and the beach. She leaned down over me after that and gave me one last long kiss with a long squeeze of my balls in the middle of it and said "Goodbye. If we're both here next year, you're mine." And then she walked away. I never saw her again.

Charlotte

Note: Someone asked me if I would write them a short ballbusting story using a name they provided.  I don't promise to do this for other people, but I hadn't finished anything in a while, so I said I would.  I asked him for the name and a brief description of the girl.  He gave me a name, but didn't give me a brief description.  But the name is the same name as a girl I knew back before I was married who I thought was really cute, so I used her appearance instead.  He had also asked for some tying up, so that's why that's included.  Anywhere, here's a short ballbusting vignette with the name Charlotte.  I hope you enjoy it.

I'd been infatuated with Charlotte since I'd first seen her.  He long legs looked lovely in the short jeans shorts and the white tank top had framed her pert little titties so well and been just short enough that I could see just a little tantalizing half inch of bare skin.  But aside from enjoyable glances I'd never really gotten an opportunity to interact with her until our senior year when we wound up in gym class together.

The incident really started the week before when we were playing volleyball.  I could spike the ball pretty hard and fast and I accidentally hit her right in the chest.  It apparently struck her right in her tit because she yelped and covered her breast with her hand.  And then she started to massage it, probably trying to lessen the pain.  But watching her doing that, as I stammered that I was sorry, I also definitely got an erection watching her massage it.  I felt embarrassed because I was pretty sure that people would see it, so I tried to tuck it subtly into my waistband and kept playing.  I'm sure she saw it though, based on what happened the next week when we had a free day outside.

It was warm and sunny and after I did a few laps around the track, as required, I wound up lying in the grass next to the bleachers chatting with a friend.  Without meaning to, I dozed off.  When I woke up my friends were gone and Charlotte was standing between my legs while three friends of hers stood nearby.  I think that they were there to form a little wall so that the coaches couldn't see what was happening.  I realized that my legs were splayed open and when I tried to close them, I discovered that while I slept, someone had used a couple of jump-ropes to tie my ankles to posts under the bleacher benches so that I couldn't close them.  Looking up at Charlotte I could see that although she looked as pretty as ever in her tight gym shorts and very tight t-shirt, she had an angry smirk on her face, and I realized that she had planned this whole thing, but I didn't know what she was going to do.

"This is what you get, you perv!" she said and then she kicked her foot forward, hard and fast, right into my exposed testicles.  I gasped in pain and instinctively tried to close my legs, but the ropes prevented much movement at all, so I just thrashed a little.  The agony was radiating up through my gut.  And just as I realized that I needed to protect myself with my hands, she kicked again before I could get them there.  This kick was even harder.  My balls were blazing orbs of agony and my gut clenched and I could even see stars for a moment just from the raw force.  The pain paralyzed me and that gave her an opening to kick once more just as hard, devastating my poor tender balls.  I jerked in response to that one and managed to move to a position on my side where she couldn't get me and to cover my balls with my hands.  I lay there in pain until the end of the gym class when a friend of mine untied me and helped me limp onward to my next class.