Illustrated - Jessica Teaches Her Sister How to Bust Balls

This is a continuation of Jess' adventures as a ball buster.  I hope you enjoy this F/M story as much as I do.

The original story can be found here.

Illustrated by Man-Taker. 

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It was the second day of Marie's visit to her sister's college and she was having a blast. This was the first time they had been able to hang out alone, without parents or friends - they could do whatever they wanted. They had stayed up late the previous night watching old movies and slept in Saturday morning. When they got up at noon, they went to the gym for half an hour and ate lunch afterward. When they got back Marie took her shower first and then Jessica left for hers. Marie was still drying off when there was a knock at the door.

Marie reached for her clothes. "Just a minute!" She shouted through the door. She quickly pulled on a pair of capri pants and a white top. Marie opened the door and came face to face with a tall, cute guy with curly brown hair, sweet blue eyes, and a great smile. He was wearing a buttoned T-shirt that fit tight around the chest, blue jeans and flip flops.

"Hi, I'm Nick, Jess' boyfriend. You must be Marie." He said with a dazzling smile.

"Yeah I'm Jess' sister. Nice to meet you." Marie said as she checked out Nick's body.

Nick waited awkwardly for a moment and asked, "Um, can I come in?" Nick asked.

"Oh yeah, sure." Marie moved aside and checked out Nick's butt as he walked by. "Jess just stepped out, she'll be back in a minute."

Nick took a seat at Jessica's desk. "So you're visiting for the weekend?" Nick asked.

"Yeah, I'm considering coming here for college." Marie replied.

"Cool, you'll like it here." Nick said.

Even though Marie had just met him, she was enamored by Nick. It wasn't just that he was cute and older than her, he had a charm to him that none of the boys from high school possessed.

Jessica returned after a few minutes and found Nick had already arrived. "I assume you two have already met," she said.

"Yeah, I was just telling Marie what it was like going to school here." Nick said with another smile.

Jessica closed the door behind her and turned to her sister. "Marie, do you remember what we talked about yesterday when you first got here?"

"Yeah . . ." Marie trailed off. Why was Jess bringing this up now?

"I talked to Nick and he's agreed to help you." Jessica said smiling.

"What are you talking about?" Marie asked, looking perplexed at her sister and Nick.

"I want you to practice kicking a guy in the nuts and Nick has agreed to participate, haven't you babe?"

Nick nodded his head, this time without a hint of his characteristic smile.

"What!? That's crazy, I'm not doing it." Marie replied.

"Marie, you need to learn some time." Jessica admonished her sister. "I won't be around next year, you have know how to do it right."

"Why?" Marie complained.

"How do you plan to defend yourself? What do you do if you are at a bar and a guy corners you?" Jessica asked.

"Fine, I'd kick him in the balls and run." Marie replied.

"What if you're nervous and miss? It's not always as easy as it seems." Jessica folded her arms and stared down her little sister. "What if you lose your head and panic?"

"I didn't think about that." Marie was starting to give the idea a chance. "What about Nick, I don't want to stop him from having babies or anything."

Nick cleared his throat with an audible 'gulp.'

"Aww, don't worry, I won't let you hurt Nick too badly." Jessica said in a baby voice.

"Are you sure Nick?" Marie asked.

Nick nodded and gave a reassuring smile.

Jessica had them wait for her while she grabbed some clothes and dressed quickly. When she was ready she had Nick stand in the middle of the room, opposite of Marie.

"The first thing I'm going to have you do is kick him between the legs. Don't forget, a guy's balls usually hang right here . . ." Jessica gently grabbed Nick's bulge from below - " . . . and you want to use your foot to come up, underneath here and push his balls into his body." Jessica pressed her palm into Nick's jean-clad crotch, visibly flattening his bulge up against his body. Nick shrugged his shoulders and smiled, apparently unphased.

"Got it." Marie said confidently. Nick said he was also ready, standing bravely with his legs spread apart. Jessica gave her the go ahead, so Marie quickly closed the gap between her and Nick, arched back her foot and swung her sneaker clad foot up into his groin. Just as Jessica had demonstrated, Marie's foot caught Nick right in the crotch and crunched his nuts. Nick grabbed his groin and staggered back.

"Nice job Marie!" Jessica said smiling. She looked over at her doubled over boyfriend, "You did great too babe."

Nick coughed.

"That was really great, but you won't always be in a situation where you can kick a guy. What do you do if he is standing right in front of you?" Jessica asked as she helped Nick stand back up.

"I don't know, knee him?" Marie replied.

"That's one possibility, and probably the easiest. You want to use your knee just like before to come up, and smack his balls into his body." Jessica demonstrated by wrapping her arms around Nick's neck and gently nudging her knee into his groin.

When it was Marie's turn, she couldn't reach all the way up around his neck so she grabbed Nick by the shoulders and jammed her leg up between his thighs. Nothing happened, Nick didn't seem to be affected at all.

"Did I hurt you?" She asked.

Nick shook his head "Not really."

"Try again!" Jessica said sportingly.

Her sister had been right, this was harder than it looked. Marie focused on Nick's groin again and imagined his testicles were a pair of hens eggs that needed to be cracked. She aimed her knee directly under his bulge and rammed her knee up into it. Her kneecap crashed into Nick's gonads at full force and knocked the wind right out of him.

Nick coughed and doubled over. "Ouch." Nick said rubbing his balls.

"Much better that time. If you keep it up you'll be a pro!" Jessica teased.

"Thanks, but most guys aren't going to just stand there and let me kick them." Marie replied.

"True, sometimes you may get lucky, but I see your point. Most guys will try to protect themselves." Jessica thought about it for a moment. "OK, I have an idea. Marie, I want you to try to hit Nick in the balls, and Nick will try to protect himself."

Both sister and boyfriend nodded. Nicked held one hand in front of his crotch and used the other to block Marie's attacks. Marie made several attempts, but they were all predictable and easily deflected by Nick. 

Marie began to feel frustrated, and after being shoved a bit to roughly, her temper spiked and she smacked Nick across the face. The blow caught him off guard and when he reached up to touched his face, he left his groin exposed. Seeing the opening before her, she exploited it and kicked Nick square in the balls.

Nick crumpled to the floor. "Fuck," he whispered under his breath.

Jessica clapped and laughed. "That was awesome!"

She reached over her moaning boyfriend and gave her little sister a big hug.

Marie broke away from the hug. "Do you think I can try one more time?"

Jessica smiled down at her boyfriend and ran her fingers through Nick's curly hair. "OK, just one more."

They pulled Nick up off the floor and had him resume his protective stance. This time he remembered to guard both his crotch and his face, but Marie had expected this. She sent a few feints at his head and then jammed her heal down on his bare toes. Nick yelped in pain and grabbed his foot. Marie used the distraction and snuck behind him. Clenching her fist, she punched Nick' nuts from behind, crushing Nick's baby-makers and driving them into his pelvis.

Nick howled and fell to the floor. He whimpered holding his foot with one hand and his nuts in the other. Jessica congratulated her sister and helped Nick up to her bed.

"That was great!" Marie exclaimed. She thanked and hugged her sister, then she hugged Nick and thanked him too.

"You were fantastic Marie! Where did you come up with that last move?" Jessica asked.

"Oh, I saw it movie I think. I can't believe it worked!" Marie giggled.

"Well I think you are a full fledged ball buster now - men beware!" Jessica joked.

Nick moaned in approval.

"What about Nick?" Marie asked, still giggling.

Jessica shook her head. "Don't worry about him, I already promised to make it up to him later."

"Oh, so he didn't volunteer-"

"Not exactly." Jessica watched her boyfriend squirm on the bed. "I had to give him a little incentive."

That seemed to make Marie giggle even harder.

"Have you ever seen a guy naked?" Jessica asked.

Marie shook her head. "Not below the belt."

"Well I think you should - it's important to know what's down there if you are going to be taking guys on."

"I don't think Nick-"

"It won't be a problem, Nick doesn't mind." Jessica cut her off and tugged on Nick's pants.

Nick was still a bit out of it after the busting he had taken. He tried to protest, but Jessica was determined. She unbuckled his belt, pulled his pants down to his knees. Then she grabbed the waist band of his green boxer shorts and yanked them down too, revealing his package for inspection. Nick had an average six inch dick that rested above two plump testicles. Jessica pushed Nick's penis to the side and grabbed his scrotum.

"So here they are, these are Nick's balls." Jessica said while carressing his tender orbs. "Squeezing a guy's nuts is best way to bust them, but only if they're naked."

"How come?" Marie asked.

"Because clothing can protect them, but they're really sensitive to pressure." Jessica replied. "If you can your hands on a guy's nuts, game's over."

"Wow," Marie said with a hint of amazement. "Can I touch them?"

"I don't know . . ." Jessica seemed to hesitate.

"Please, I promise it'll be quick!" Marie begged.

"Alright, just for a second." Jessica said.

Marie grabbed Nick's nutsac and jiggled his balls. They were softer than she had expected and they were wrapped in saggy skin. She could see how having a pair of these could be a liability in the wrong hands.

"Nice," Marie commented as she released Nick's plums.

Jessica helped Nick pull his pants back on and then he said he had to go. "Thanks for being such a good sport babe."

Nick nodded his head and smiled. Marie thanked him as well, and after a few minutes he left. Once they were alone Jessica and Marie chatted away about what had transpired. They both agreed that it had been a great success.

Jessica's opinion meant a lot to Marie, so to her it felt as though she had just completed a right of passage. Jessica couldn't have been prouder of her little sister. She felt secure in the knowledge that no matter what happened, Marie could look out for herself.

Illustrated - Jessica Busts a Pothead

Jess is one of the most notorious ball busters in these twisted tales.  I hope you enjoy this F/M story as much as I do.

The original story can be found here.

Illustrated by Man-Taker. 

 

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"Paul, lets not make this difficult. I've already talked to your roommate, he told me it was your pot. There's no point denying it, and I don't like it when people lie to me. If you keep smoking pot in the dorms, some serious steps will have to be made." Jessica said in a flat tone as she stared coldly at the boy. Despite his calm outward demeanor, she could tell that he was terrified of her. Perhaps it was because he was an 18 year old freshmen, straight out of high school, and she was a senior resident assistant. It was most likely because she had a no-nonsense reputation that kept all of the boys on her floor in fear of her unique disciplinary methods. College pranks were a campus wide issue, but not on Jessica's floor.

Paul remained silent as Jessica scrutinized him. He was tall and lean with a swimmer's scrappy build. His hair was closely shaved to his head, leaving a half inch of short buzzed hair and he had deep blue eyes. She enjoyed dolling out her little punishments immensely, but never more so when the boy was as cute as Paul was. She waited until the silence forced Paul to make eye contact with her. Jessica held his gaze for several seconds, letting the fear fully take hold of him. An audible gulp from Paul broke the silence, and only then she continued to reprimand him.

"Paul, I understand that freshmen, such as yourself, often make mistakes in their first year of college, and I am not indifferent to that. Unfortunately, the university feels differently. If I write up this report, you will have to go before a judicial review board and a notation will be added to your permanent file." Jessica stopped as a new wave of fear washed over Paul's face. She smiled broadly and continued. "I don't think that's a good idea, especially on a first offense."

Paul sighed in relief. "So you won't report me?" he said, his voice cracking a bit.

"That's up to you, Paul. We can either go the official route, or you can agree to an alternate punishment that won't involve the university, it would just be between you and me. I can't let you go entirely unpunished, but I can give you this other option. I must warn you though, if you agree to take my punishment, you can't change your mind." Jessica said.

"But how will I know if it is any better than going before the judicial review?" Paul protested, sensing that she was leaving something important out.

"It won't be any better, but remember, my punishment will only be between the two of us. There won't ever be a record of the incident." Jessica said.

Paul sat silently for a moment as he decided. He didn't like agreeing to something without knowing what it was, and yet, Paul had ambitions to go to medical school after college and though a blemish on his permanent record could hurt his application. "Alright, I'll go with your punishment, as long as no one else finds out about the pot."

"Ok, I won't report it, no judicial review." Jessica said with a reassuring smile.

"So what do I have to do?" Paul asked skeptically.

"Well, whatever I tell you to do, remember? First, I'd like you to stand up . . . here." Jessica had stood up and pointed to the rug in front of her bed. Paul stood up next to her as she sized him up. He towered at least a foot above her. "Wow Paul, how tall are you?"

"Somewhere around 6'3" or so, why?" Paul said.

"Wow, that tall? You've must have played basketball in high-school." Jessica said.

"No, Varsity baseball. Second base." Paul said.

"Oh, alright, I want you to put your hands up behind your head." Jessica said. Paul began to protest, but she cut him off. "When you decided not to go through formal disciplinary action, you agreed to do whatever I asked. Now please do as I ask."

Paul didn't know what Jessica was up to but doubt was starting to enter his mind. Reluctantly he put his hands up behind his head and stared back at Jessica in silence.

"Very good, now stay still." Jessica said. Paul looked nervous but he did as he was told. Jessica ignored Paul's glance and lifted up the front of his T-shirt. She traced the outer lines of his abdominal muscles with her fingers and followed his V-line from his hips down to where they disappeared behind the waistband of his boxers. Jessica grabbed the bulge in his shorts and began to massage its contents.

Before Paul new it Jessica had her hands around his junk and had taken control. For a second he thought Jessica was coming on to him, but her uncomfortably tight grip on his balls suggested otherwise. None the less, she was a hot girl touching his manhood and his dick began to respond.

'How simple boys are,' Jessica mused as she felt Paul's dick start to harden. She hadn't planned on giving him an erection, but Jessica went with it. She slipped her hand down past the waistband of his boxers and wrapped her fingers around Paul's ranging boner. Her fingers felt like ice, but Paul enjoyed it. After a few strokes his dick was as hard as a rock. Satisfied, Jessica reached her other hand deeper into his underwear.

Paul silently watched as Jessica peered down into his shorts and examined his manhood with both hands. He hadn't been with too many women, but a few steady girlfriends in high school had given him confidence and he was proud of his manhood. Jessica would have agreed with his previous girlfriends, Paul did have a nice set of equipment. A larger than average penis two plump testicles hung loosely between Paul's muscular legs. He had an abnormal lack of pubic hair, which was either due to frequent shaving or his youth.

Jessica let Paul's shorts and slip to the floor and scooped up his nutsack into her palm. The skin was warm and rubbery, and the two soft orbs it contained felt out of place in contrast to the rest of Paul's lean body. The male genitalia never failed to amuse her, even the most cut, muscular men were running around with these soft sacks of flesh dangling between their legs. Jessica was glad to be a woman, after all she didn't have to worry about her reproductive organs hanging out of her body.

Paul seemed to have gotten over the awkwardness of this situation and really was enjoying the treatment Jessica was giving him. He hadn't been with a girl for at least a month it didn't bother him that she was his RA, in fact, if this was how she was going to punish him, he was going to break the rules more often.

A huge smile spread across Jessica's face, she had complete control over the young man. Up to this point she had been relatively gentle with Paul's gonads, but she couldn't wait to see his cute boyish face contort with pain. She started by roughly kneading Paul's nut sack like a lump of dough, working and squeezing its contents of his smooth scrotum. With her thumb and index finger locked tightly around his sack, Jessica proceeded to yank on Paul's precious plums with several sharp twists. Paul winced and coughed with each yank.

"What are you doing?" Paul groaned.

"Administering your punishment, now shush!" Jessica hissed. She clamped down on Paul's sack and squeezed his trapped balls into her palm. Paul started to breath heavily through clenched teeth as Jessica ground his nut-meat between her fingers. Jessica ignored him and tightened her grip, causing Paul to moan in pain.

Paul tried to protest, plead with her to stop, but Jessica shushed him again and grabbed his balls with both hands. Boys nuts were stubborn and did not break easily. Years of ballbusting had taught Jessica that. Even Paul's soft, young ball flesh was surprisingly resilient, but that's what made it more fun! It was always the same, no matter how endowed guy had been, even the biggest, heaviest balls were no match for her tough little fingers.

Paul felt like his nuts had been caught in a vice. Waves of pain washed over his body and he found it difficult to breath. Try as he might, he could not extricate his manhood from Jessica's crushing grip and he was getting weaker by the second. His eyes frantically shifted from Jessica's face down to her hands that were locked around his nuts and crushing the life out of them. His stomach churned and his abdominal muscles began to cramp. Paul was starting to panic. Surely his balls wouldn't be able to resist her assault much longer. As the pain peaked a new height, Paul began to fear that it was the end for his testicles, along with any ability to father children. His breaths became short, and ragged while his heart pounded like a diesel engine.

In the end, it was his knees that gave way, not his balls, and he fell back onto Jessica's bed. Finally free of Jessica's deadly grasp, he bent into a fetal position and nursed his battered balls. Jessica watched with great satisfaction while Paul moaned with his hands buried between his legs.

Jessica helped Paul lie back on her bed and sat next to him. Despite the damage she had just inflicted to his manhood, Paul remained highly cooperative. She could tell that he was a good guy over all, he just needed a bit of encouragement to stay out of trouble.

"Paul, I want you to promise me something." Jessica said after a moment.

"What?" Paul whispered. His eyes were closed and his jewels were cradled in his hand.

"Promise not to smoke any more pot, I don't want to catch you doing drugs again. Do you understand?" Jessica asked the question because Paul wasn't listening. He seemed to be completely preoccupied with his genitals.

"Paul?"

Still waiting for an answer, Jessica sighed, a bit frustrated. She climbed on top of Paul, pried his hands away from his crotch and flung her knee into his sore nuts.

"Oooof" Paul exclaimed.

Jessica planted her knee in Paul's crotch, and ground down. Trapped between his muscular body and her bony kneecap, Paul's soft balls were crushed against his pelvis.

"No more drugs, do you understand me?" She waited for Paul to nod, then continued. "I'm putting you on probation Paul. If I catch you with pot again, I'm going to take it out on your nuts." She pressed down on his balls to emphasize her point.

"Ahhhhhhh, . . . .ok OK." Paul panted. Jessica kneed Paul in the groin a final time and climbed down off of him. Paul folded into a fetal position and fought down the urge to vomit.

Just then, there was a nock at the door. Jessica cleared her throat and asked, "Who is it?"

"Jess?" A girl's voice responded through the door. "It's Marie!"

She had almost forgotten. Her little sister had planned a visit this weekend. Jessica picked up Paul's clothes and whispered for him to get dressed. He weakly pulled on his underwear and shorts just before Jessica opened the door and hugged her little sister. Over Jessica's shoulder, Marie could see a cute blond haired guy pulling up his shorts.

Jessica told Marie to drop her bags on the bed and turned back to Paul. He had a stricken look on his face seemed to be having trouble standing upright.

"We're done for today Paul, but remember what I said." Jessica's hand snapped out and and squeezed Paul's junk through his shorts. "If I catch you again, I'm going to take it out on these."

Marie couldn't hear what Jessica had said to him, but she watched blond boy nod and limp out of the room.

"What was that?" Marie asked.

"Oh, nothing." Jessica replied. "That was Paul, he's one of the guys on my floor. Last night I caught him and his roommate smoking pot and today got disciplined. Normally we are supposed to call campus police, but I like to settle things on my floor myself."

"Did you have sex with him?" Marie giggled.

"What!? Oh, no. I busted his balls!" Jessica snorted.

"Why?" Marie asked.

"Well, it's complicated. Paul needed to be taught a lesson, and, well . . . it's fun!" Jessica laughed.

"Fun?" Marie replied incredulously.

"Sure, wait, don't tell me, you've never hit a boy between the legs?" Jessica asked in a serious tone.

"No, of course not-"

"Marie, you must be kidding. Every woman should know how, you never know when when it might come in handy . . ."

Breaking Brock's Rocks

Happy New Year to you all.  I figured I'd kick the new year off with a story... albeit a day late. Below is a story I wrote in response to a good friend and fellow BB author, Nicholas.  He posted a story in which he aimed to write in a style similar to that of my own, and my other good friend and BB author Alex.  This is my attempt to write something closer to his particular style.  I hope you enjoy!

*** Warning, this story contains extreme ball busting.***

 

Stef and Marie stretched out on pool chairs, soaking in some rays on a warm Saturday afternoon.  Stef's parents were out for the day and the girls had decided to take the opportunity to get in a little R&R.  The two had been friends since kindergarten, and were now getting ready to graduate from high school in just a few short weeks.

"Hello?" A male voice called from the edge of the yard.

Stef and Marie turned to see a tall, handsome boy walking in through the side gate to the patio.  His body was covered from head to toes with thick, corded muscles, that bulged beneth his t-shirt and tight fitting swim trunks.

Marie sighed.  "What's he doing here?"

"I invited him, so be nice.  I figured we could use a little eye candy."  Stef said, pushing her sun glasses down.  "Hi Brock, come on in.  Glad you could make it."

"Yeah, sure.  Thanks for inviting me over."  His eyes were already scanning every curve of the two supple 18-year-old girl's bodies, draped in a matching pair of pink and yellow bikinis.

"It doesn't matter to me if you want to bang this meat head, but why do I have to be here to witness it?"  Marie huffed under her breath.

"Because, the only way I got him to come over was by telling him that you would be here."  Stef smiled.

Marie rolled her eyes and groaned.  Brock was a jock's jock, and he'd had his eye on her for quite some time.

"Hey, so what are you two lovely ladies up to?"  Brock smiled, flashing his dazzling white teeth.

"You're looking at it."  Marie scowled and closed her eyes, obviously not interested in engaging in any chit chat.

"Nothing much."  Stef grinned.  "Care to jump in the pool?"

"Maybe later, but I think you two have the right idea... my tan could use a little boost."  Brock said, peeling off his bright white t-shirt to reveal his broad, muscular chest and rippling abs.  "You don't mind if I join you, do you?"

Marie grunted, but Stef interrupted her before she could say anything.

"Of course not.  My, you do look like you've been hitting the gym a lot lately."

"Yeah, I have actually.  Twice a day, six times a week.  It's not a routine so much as a life style, but it's all good good.  I really like the results I've been getting.  Girls tend to like it too."    Brock was staring directly at Marie, but she refused to look in his direction.

"I'm sure they do.  My goodness, you could practically be a model with a body like that."  Stef nodded.

"You bet I could.  I've thought about it a lot actually. Maybe a fitness magazine, or something like that."  Brock stepped closer toward Marie and fiddled with the string of his trunks, trying desperately to get her attention.

While Marie appeared to remain impervious to Brock's advances, Stef fell for them hook, line, and sinker.  Brock wasn't even looking at her, despite the fact that she was the only one doing the talking, or that she was staring right at the huge mound that bulged obscenely out from the front of his shorts.

She tried again.  "Yeah, I could totally see you as a model.  For fitness, or fasion, maybe even underwear?"

Brock shrugged.  "Sure, maybe.  I guess we'll see.  But that's only just one of the perks.  I mean sure, it's great to be able to turn heads, but looking like this is a great deterrent for trouble. No one's ever tries to mess with me."

"Is that right?" Marie suddenly perked her head up.

"Yeah, of course. Who'd want to start shit with someone with guns like these?"  Brock boasted, flexing his huge, sculpted biceps.

Marie shook her head.  "I don't know, a guy with an actual gun perhaps?"

Stef giggled.

"Well, yeah, ok, but not if he's unarmed."  Brock looked indignant, looking wounded by her indifference.

"Please, a 6 year-old girl could take you down in two seconds."  Marie scoffed.

Now it was Brock's turn to scoff.  "Seriously?  You're joking!" 

"Well, there aren't any 6 year-old's around to prove it, but yeah, I'm serious."  Marie shrugged.

He laughed a loud, hearty laugh. "Oh yeah?  And just how would they..."

Brock suddenly chocked on his words as Marie answered him by arching her foot back and kicking him square in the crotch, visibly flattening the mound in his shorts and crunching his balls hard against his large, muscular frame.

Brock let out a soft, mewing sound and slid down to his knees, clutching his injured groin.

"See, I guess you're not as tough as you think you are." Marie grinned.

Brock let out a groan and rubbed his sore nuts. "Shit, that was mean." 

Stef tried to wipe the smirk off her face.  "I think we have ice in the kitchen.  Come on Brock, I'll show you where it is." 

Brock rose to his feet looking a bit sheepish.  Both his pride and his manhood had been bruised, but it was nothing he couldn't recover from.  He was a stud, after all.  He followed Stef back in to the house, leaving Marie to soak up the sun on the concrete patio. 

Inside the house it was cool and quiet.

Stef pulled out a tray of ice cubes and dumped it in to a small plastic bag.  "Here, use this, it'll help keep down any... swelling."  She said with a wink.

Brock thanked her and felt her eyes devour him as he pressed the bag of ice against his crotch. 

"You know, shoul should probably apply that directly to the injured... um, area.  Infact, I wouldn't mind checking myself... for any swelling, that is." Stef grinned.

"Oh, that's ok, I just..."

Brock let out a tiny gasp as Stef pushed him against the counter, grabbed the front of his swim trunks and squeezed its contents between her fingers.

"Oh my, you are so... big."  Stef said, still grinning as she ran her free hand down Brock's rippled chest, ending down in his crotch where she grabbed a second handful of his bulging manhood.

The high school stud's eyes widened with surprise, but he made no move to stop her from handling his goods.

"You'll have to excuese Marie, she can be a bit rough at times, I on the other hand, can be so gentle..."  Stef was now rubbing the two lumps in his shorts where she felt Brock's testicles were resting.

Brock let out a gentle moan.  His dick shifted inside his swim trunks as he began to get hard.

"Uh oh, I think there is some swelling after all.  I think I better check it out."  Stef said, pouting her lips playfully.

Brock nodded in agreement as she slowly pulled the strings on his trunks and pealed them down his thick, tree-trunk legs.  When they were down far enough, Brock's dick sprung up as if it were spring-loaded.  

Stef cooed when she took hold of his throbbing phallus.  Just like the rest of Brock, it was thick and solid.  She stared at his member as if she was looking down the barrel of a loaded gun.

"My gosh, you're a big boy."  She exhaled slowly, giving Brock's penis a couple of short tugs.

Brock was breathing hard, his excitement was palpable. He looked like he might blow any second.

A quick, "thanks," was all he could manage.

Stef smiled.  Now that she knew she had him, it was time for a little more fun.

"And what about these, are these swollen too, or do you just have really big balls?"  Stef said, reaching for Brock's bulging ballsac.  His testicles were drawn taught against his body, and they felt both warm and heavy.  No doubt they were packed the brim and boiling with Brock's pent up stud seed.

"I guess I just have big balls too." Brock replied, his voice ragged and filled with desire.

"I guess you do too. But I'm surprised that all it took was a little kick to hurt these big, magnificent bull nuts of yours.  Haven't you ever been hit below the belt before?" Stef asked, sounding a tad naive.

A skowl crossed Brock's handsome face.  "Well yeah, sure, I've taken a few hits to my sac over the years. They typically get knocked around whenever I play sports, but don't worry, it's nothing these king-sized baby-makers can't handle."

"I'm sure you're right, of course.  It's just, you looked like you were in a lot of pain when Marie barely flicked you.  I nearly thought she'd ended your chances for fatherhood right there!" 

"That wasn't pain, it was shock!"  Brock protested.  "Sure, all guy's nuts are sensitive, but they're pretty much impossible to break.  That was different because I had no idea she was going to do that. If I knew it was coming, it wouldn't have nearly been as bad."

"Is that so?  So if I told you right now that I was going to hurt your balls, and then I did, you'd be able to handle it?"  Stef smiled, feigning amazement.  "In that case, do you mind we test out your theory?"

"What?" Brock looked dumbfounded. Where was this coming from? Not a minute ago it looked like he was going to at least get a hand job out of this, and now...

"I mean, I'm going to squeeze your balls, with both hands, as hard as I can, for as long as I can.  If you're right, I'm going to give out before you, or to be more precise, your balls, do."

"You want to do what to me?"  Brock shifted his stance uncomfortably as Stef's  grasp tightened around his bollocks.

"Relax stud.  I'm only a girl, after all.  It's not like I actually have a shot at cracking these suckers.  I just want to see just how tough you really are."  Stef did her best not to appear pandering, but she was hoping her little ploy would turn Brock's own pride against him.

Doubt slowly crossed over Brocks face as he considered her argument. 

That was all that Stef needed to step things up a notch. 

"You're so big and strong... and handsome.  God Brock, you're so hot.  I can't believe you're so well hung.  I just can't help myself." With Brock's nuts still clutched tightly in her grasp, she twisted his sac and slowly began to palpitate the round, meaty organs. 

Brock let out a long, controlled exhale.  "Shit... I guess you're just going for it."

Stef smiled wide and nodded.  "Yep.  Time to put your money where your mouth is, and find out how tough you and these big balls of yours really are."

Brock grunted, but he didn't protest or make any move to stop her.  He simply accepted the premise that both he and his gonads were being put to the test and hoped that neither would turn out to be found wanting.

Stef twisted Brock's sac with a couple more turns and then sunk her fingers in to the bulging orbs, burrowing down to the core of each gonad.

Brock let out another moan.

Stef paused and eased up.  "This looks painful, should I stop?"

"Only if you want to, but I'm ok."  Brock grunted. 

Sweat was beading up across his forehead.

"No, I'm fine too.  My hands are getting a little sore, to be honest, but they should be fine."  Stef grinned and resumed her nutclaw grip on Brock's prized nuggets.

Brock had to stop himself from chuckling.  Her hands were getting sore?  His nuts were screaming in pain, but he managed to maintain an impassive look on his face.

Stef took that as a sign that she wasn't trying hard enough and really put her full effort in to grinding the hung teenage stud's bulky balls.

The veins in Brock's thickly muscled arms and legs began to bulge with strain as Stef went to town on him.  Occasionally she would only focus on one nut at a time, driving both her thumbs in to the poor singled out nad until the flesh would bubble out around her fingertips. 

Brock began to lean forward and pant as the calm facade he'd tried to project began to crumble.  "Fuuuuuuck me...." He whispered through grit teeth.

Stef squealed with delight, finally getting the reaction she was hoping for as she mashed Brock's twin meat balls with all her might.  Then she got up close to his ear and whispered.  "It's ok.  Just admit it.  You are a big muscle head with nothing but a set of big, weak balls."

"Fuck that, I'm no quitter."  Brock spat, wincing as Stef continued to crush his nuts with ruthless efficiency.

"You sure aren't." Marie suddenly cooed in to his ear.

Brock jumped at the sound of Marie pulling her arm tight around him.  With all that was going on, he hadn't seen her slip in to the kitchen to watch her petite girlfriend try to grind the muscle stud's gonads in to paste.

Brock took in Marie's supple body, his attention shifted suddenly from the horrible ache in his balls to the blond hottie's cleavage standing next to him.  Brock's teenage lustful impulses appeared to be getting the better of him as he started at her heaving chest.  It was more than his young, hot body could take, an in seconds his dick grew rock hard.

"It looks like his balls isn't the only thing that refuses to quit."  Stef giggled.

"I guess you're right, look at that."  Marie exclaimed as she grabbed the shaft of Brock's rigid tool.  "Stef, you keep working his balls over the way you are.  I'll take care of Mr. Big Dick myself."

Then, as almost an afterthought, Marie pressed up closer against Brock's heaving muscular frame.  "That's alright with you, isn't it."

Brock nodded and moaned in anticipation of what to come.

"Are you ready to have your balls drained by two women?  I'm not sure you'll be able to handle it.  Once I start cranking on your shaft, Stef isn't going to stop squeezing until your nuts are wrung dry."

The little bit of dirty talk was all that was needed to push the muscled stud over the edge.

"Yes, please, drain me. You're so fucking hot, I don't care if you crush the cum out of me!"

Stef and Marie laughed at frustration of the horned up muscled teen as he teetered on the edge of climax.  Then working as one, Stef clamped down on red, swollen testes while Marie played with the knob of Brock's dick until he was ready to blow.

Every muscle in his body appeared to flex as the orgasm built up inside him.  Then, without any further warning, his dick began spewing thick ropes of white cream.  Spurt after spurt of the stuff splashed against the floor, forming thick puddles as Brock's baby-batter that spread across the tiles. 

Brock threw his head back and a low, guttural sound roared from his throat. 

Marie aimed Brock's gushing cock away from Stef as she continued to grind down on his balls.  From the viscosity and thickness of Brock's man sludge, it appeared that he'd been holding on to this load for a while - only to be wasted and end up on the floor of her best friend's kitchen floor.

Despite the method of extraction, Brock appeared to enjoy having his balls made lighter, one salty load at a time.  After over a dozen spurts, the muscled stud's raging boner finally came to a rest, though it remained hard and continued to dribble out a constant flow of clear liquid.

"What's wrong, why'd you stop cumming?"  Stef asked, a hint of indignation in her voice.

"Are you kidding me?  That was like, the biggest orgasm of my life!"  Brock exhaled. 

His balls were sore as hell, both red and inflamed, and his dick was tender to the touch, but he was feeling thoroughly satisfied.

Marie clicked her tongue.  "She's right. I did promise that we would drain you... completely."

Brock shook his head, still awash in his post orgasmic afterglow.  "Listen, mission accomplished.  After all that, I don't even know how soon I'll be able to cum again..." 

He trailed off, when suddenly he felt Stef's mouth close around his dick and began blowing him.  She nearly gagged trying to take all of him, her mouth suddenly filled with the taste of sweat and cum.

"Oh shit, ok... I might be cumming sooner then I thought..." 

Brock was in ecstasy.  While Stef was sucking on his prick, Marie reached over kissed him on the mouth.  It only took a couple of minutes before he was hard and ready to shoot.

Stef spat out Brock's cock, unwilling to have the back of her throat impregnated by the hunky teen's second load, but the sudden loss of Stef's mouth was akin to slamming on the breaks. 

"Shit... I can't...."  Brock groaned and futilely thrust his hips, but it was no use.  His balls were drawn up against the base of his cock, choked to the brim with his potent stud sauce and with nowhere to go.

Marie pulled away from the frustrated stud. "Fuck this, it's taking too long.  Watch out Stef, I'm going to step things up."

Stef pushed back and watched as Marie spun Brock around, seized the confused muscle hunk by his large, bulging shoulder blades, and slammed her knee directly in to the center of his groin.

Brock bellowed in agony as his junk was smashed again and again by the slim teenage girl, trapped between the kitchen counter and Marie's horrifically powerful knee thrusts.

Marie's task was made easier by the fact that Brock's balls were drawn all the way up to the top of his sac, effectively holding them firmly in place to be driven hard up against his pelvis.

After scoring over a dozen blows, Marie stepped back and watched the big beefy teen crumble right in front of her. 

Brock's knees bent and he leaned forward, retching and gasping for air. 

"What the fuck was that?" he coughed.  "You bitches are crazy!"

"Awww, what's wrong Brock?  I thought you were a big, strong, tough guy!  Come on, don't let a couple of girls take you out."  Marie taunted him. 

Rage flickered in Brock's eyes, but before he could respond, Stef took  advantage of the opening between Brock's open thighs and uppercut him square in the balls, catching him right in the undercarriage and hammering in to his tender jewels so hard that they pancaked against his hard, lean frame.

Brock grabbed his busted balls and shrieked as he tumbled to the floor, smashing the back of his head on the lip of the counter on his way down.  He landed on his butt with a loud thud, his legs splayed out before him with his semi-hard dick still pointing straight up and his big, swollen cherry-red balls hanging vulnerably between the gap of his muscular thighs.

The two girls stared at the downed hunk, and then at each other.

"Do you think he's ok?  Stef asked.  She reached back behind Brock's head and found a bump where he'd made contact with the counter. "Should we call an ambulance?"

Marie shook her head.  "No need, he'll be fine. Though he'll probably wake up with a pretty bad headache."

Stef nodded and then grinned as she scooped up bruised nutsac and rolled the contents against her fingers.  "That's not the only thing that's going to ache when he gets up.  You sure did a number on him."

Marie shrugged her shoulders.  "He deserves it.  He's a big preening, postulating prick that only thinks with his dick.  I say we use this as an opportunity to teach him a lesson."

Stef raised one of her eyebrows. "Oh? And what lesson is that?" 

"I say we nut the asshole."  Marie crossed her arms over her chest.

"You mean you want to cut off his... his balls?" Stef looked mortified.

"No, nothing quite so bloody."  Marie shook her head.  "I don't want to go to jail or anything.  I'm just thinking we do the world a favor and reduce the number of testicles Brock is sporting down to one.  You know, make him a one nut wonder.  Take out a member of his dynamic duo, and turn him in to a solo act."

Stef shook her head.  "I don't know. This could ruin his life."

Marie sighed.  "Yeah, I guess you're right."

Stef looked relieved.  "Ok, good.  What do you say we let Brock rest here for a little while.  When he comes to we can apologize and this can all end.  I don't think he's going to be all that forthcoming with the fact that he got owned by two girls, his reputation would never stand for that."

Marie nodded. "Sure, sounds good."

Stef rose to her feet. "Hey, lets get back outside and enjoy what's rest of the afternoon.  We should still have a couple of hours before we lose the sun."

"Yeah, ok.  You go on without me, I have to use the bathroom. I'll be right out."

Before turning to leave, Stef wrapped her arms around Marie and gave her a reassuring hug.

Marie watched her go, feeling a tad guilty for lying to her friend.  She wasn't about to force Stef to do something she wasn't ready for, but that didn't mean that she couldn't have some fun on her own.

Marie stared down at Brock's still form.  His eyes were closed, and he was breathing lightly, completely unaware of the doom his manhood was about to face.  She grabbed Brock's dick and almost absentmindedly began to stroke the girthy beast.  She thought she might stroke him off to completion and let him shoot one last load with his manhood fully in tact, but the thought of bursting his berries with a full load of cum stored up inside them became such an erotic idea to her that she quickly ditched that plan.  If she was lucky, she'd get to watch Brock gush one out in the process of turning his manhood to mush.

The ease with which Brock reached a full erection told Marie that he was still horny from the recent aborted orgasm, which suited her just fine.  Then, climbing to her feet, she spread his legs out a bit further and dug her toes in to his big, bruised scrotum.  The skin that enveloped Brock's swollen, plum sized balls felt soft, yet rubbery and hot to the touch. 

The thought of being so close to snuffing out Brock's manhood sent a shiver down Marie's spine and she felt her thong become wet.

There was hardly any noise when Marie's foot pressed in to Brock's poor nuggets and they were squashed against his body.  Brock didn't move.  He simply continued to snore quietly, his head hung limp against his shoulder.

Feeling more bold, Marie dug her toes in to the delicate orbs, twisting and turning as she was trying to put out a cigarette butt. She stayed with technique for a while, alternating now and then with a kick, or a hard stomp. 

Brock's rocks remained defiant, absorbing every blow she brought to bear, with no sign of quitting.  This only frustrated Marie more, resulting in her putting more and more effort in to smushing Brock's obstient balls to paste. 

It took her a while, but eventually she found a technique that began to actually start to give her some results. Standing with her back facing him, she stood directly in front of Brock's prone body, her feet pulled together in the wedge formed by his thighs and rocked back and forth on her heels in to the comatose stud's groin.

Back and forth, again and again, the full weight of Marie's 112 pound frame came crashing down on top of Brock's trapped jewels, grinding them down more and more each time.  Marie felt a fresh wave of exhileration when she saw the extent to which Brocks' juicy plums bulged out from underneath her foot as they were methodically squeezed flatter and flatter against the hard tile floor.

Perhaps it was the pain she was inflecting, or some deep-rooted sense of self-preservation in that made Brock regain consciousness, but when the fallen hunk awoke to discover is manhood was in the process of being ground down in to oblivion, he let out a cry that was raised enough octaves to be considered a shriek.

"Oh my God, what are you... you're breaking them... You're breaking my God damn BALLS!"  The stud was babbling hysterically, desperately clawing at Marie's legs to move them off the sore, red sac that used to be his scrotum.

"Hush now, I'm almost done.  You should go back to sleep."  Marie whispered, her voice was quiet, yet filled with excitement.  She lifted her leg, relieving the pressure and giving instant relief to his testicles, only to arch her foot forward and drop her foot back hard in to Brock's bruised baby-makers.

"Awwwwwweeeee," Brock cried.  His body jerked and bent forward, trying to protect itself, but that didn't stop Marie from swinging her foot back a couple of more times, each strike scoring a direct hit, transforming his already aching balls in to a massive source of pain and nausea.

After that it was clear that Brock was done. There was no rush, she'd actually managed to kick the fight right out of him.  She decided she might as well have some fun before she finished him off.

Marie slid the arch of her foot against Brock's hardened dick, rubbing the length of his shaft for several minutes until the tip began to dribble precum.

'Jesus, after all this, this kid's still horny as fuck,' Marie thought as she continued to stroke the handsome teen's massive member. 

Brock grunted, though whether it was in pain or pleasure, Marie couldn't be sure.

"Well it looks like you're ready to go.  What do you say we drain these big balls of yours, for good?"  Marie smiled evily as she pawed at Brock's swollen nuts with her toes.  "Better make it a good one, because I'm pretty sure it'll be your last."

Brock shook his head desperately.  "No, please... don't.  I need my balls, please I'll... do anything please don't break my balls. Please!"

Marie ignored his pleas and centered herself over Brock's doomed testicles.

"I won't ever be able to have children if you do this, please..."

Marie drove her foot in to Brock's heavy left nut and watched it smush against the floor, eliciting a yelp from the tortured teen's throat. 

"Of course you can still be a dad. It's called adoption, numb nuts."  With that, she dug her foot back down in to his bloated scrotum.

"No!"  Brock's body careened as the pain washed through him. "It's not the same," he coughed.

Marie huffed.  "Fine, whatever.  After I'm done squeezing this last load out of you, I'll save some and put in a cup.  You can freeze it for later, when you find someone who's ok with marrying a big, ball-less freak.  Now stop interrupting and get ready to say good by to lefty."

"No, no! Please!  You're not actually going to do it, are you?  Please, God, PLEASE!"  Brock moaned in agony as the inner membranes of his left testicle finally began to give way and surrender the sweet nectar stored up inside. 

-SQUICK-

A moment later, his dick erupted like a fountain, shooting jet after jet of the thickest, snow-white semen Marie had ever seen.  Spurt after spurt was forcefully driven out, the trajectory of each slug flying higher as Marie squashed the deflating gonad with terrible efficiency.  Brock's cock thundered on, pumping out well over twenty blasts until there was nothing left.  Even still, his dick pulsed and continue to shoot blanks.

When Marie felt the pressure in Brock's freshly emptied testicle begin to shift under her weight, she knew it was ready to pop.  "Here it goes!"

"No, noooooooo!"  Brock's voice fell off in to silence as his testicle finally gave way to Marie's weight and cracked in half.  His face was awash in agony, which was counter balanced by the fresh massive orgasm spewing forth from his loins.  It dwarfed his first and second loads by wide margins, painting himself, Marie's feet, and the floor and thick sheen with his stud sauce.

The site of Brock spilling his load was all that Marie needed to see  to push her over the edge.  Her body shuddered so vilently with the orgasm that had been building up over the last twenty minutes, that it actually dropped her to her knees. 

The combination of pleasure and pain was too much for poor Brock.  Even as the biggest orgasm of his life continued to gush out from his loins, his eyes rolled back in to his head and he conked out.

Marie curled next to Brock's still form and wrapped her hand around his big, swollen nutsac.  It felt odd with one side still containing a single dense orb, and the other filled with the two remnant halves of Brock's left nut.  For a moment Marie considered letting it be.  Perhaps with surgery it could be repaired?  But the more she held his half-shattered manhood, the more she wanted to claim the fractured gonad for herself.  He would still have his right ball, after all.  What difference would it make now? 

After some debate, she decided that Brock's cracked egg needed to go, and she was going to get to be the one to scramble it, permanently.

Marie took Brock's scrotum and squeezed the remnants of his left nut against the bottom of his sac.  Then, isolating the two broken halves between her fingers, she pushed down as hard as she could.  It was surprising what little force it took to finish the rest of it off.  Marie didn't stop until every last piece was broken down.  When she was done, Brock's scrotum ballooned obscenely on one side where the contents of his left nut pushed out against the wall of his sac on one side and his remaining right ball on the other.

"What the... Marie!  What did you do?"  Stef shrieked as she entered the kitchen and took in the grim scene.

"I did it!  I crushed one of his balls with my bare hands!"  Many was beaming.

"Oh my God..."  Stef gasped.  "Is he... are you... Marie, what are you going to do when he wakes up? What if he calls the police?"

Marie rose to her feet and shrugged.  "Don't worry, I've got it under control."

"Under control?" Stef pointed at the naked teenage boy on her parent's kitchen floor.  "You call this under control?"

"Don't worry, I've got this."  Marie rubbed Stef's arm reassuringly.  Then she turned to Brock and fired a kick in to his bruised sac.  "Hey, you, wake up."

It wasn't until after several more kicks that Brock finally made a noise.  It took him a few moments, but when he finally came too, he awoke to an avalanche of pain radiating from between his legs and he curled up in to a ball.

"Oh God, my fucking balls.... they hurt so bad."  Brock groaned.

"Actually, it's ball.  Not balls."  Marie grinned.

Brock gasped as he checked the contents of his sac more closely. "Oh God you didn't..."

"I'm afraid so.  From now on you're going to be one testicle lighter."  Marie smirked.  "But don't worry, you're a good looking guy.  Even working on only one nut, I'm sure you won't have any trouble with the ladies."

"You fucking bitch..."

"Ahem,"  Marie coughed.  "Watch yourself.  Call me that one more time, and you won't be leaving this house with any balls."

Brock choked back a sob and shifted his grasp.

"Oh, and don't even think about telling your parents or the police about this, because if you do, Stef and I are going to tell them that you tried to rape us, and we merely were acting in self-defense."  Marie bent down so that she could look directly in to his eyes. "And besides, you don't really want everyone at school to find out that you were nearly unmanned by a couple of girls, do you?"

Brock considered her words for a moment and then shook his head.

Marie nodded sympathetically.  "Good.  Now why don't you stand yourself up, get dressed and go home." 

Brock tried standing, but he found he was too weak and needed Stef and Marie help hoist him up. Then he slowly pulled his swim trunk back on over his aching manhood and staggered out of the kitchen without another word.

Stef let out a sigh as they watched him go.  "Well, I guess this will probably squash his plans for a career in modeling."

"Why should it?  He's still got a killer bod,"  Marie shrugged and then giggled, "though, he might want to stay clear of any underwear adds.  Not sure what a package with only one ball is going to look like." 

Stef felt guilty as a smile crossed her face and she shook her head.  "That's cold Marie, but probably true."

Marie hugged her friend close.  "I know, I'm only teasing.  Now, are there any other boys we know who might want to come over?"

Stef stared back at her friend, wondering if she was serious.

 -I envisioned Brock looking a lot like the hot, young model, Jeff Seid.-

Brett Jordan's Balls Must Die!!!

This is a story of betrayal and revenge, and features the return of one of the most popular ball busters ever to appear on this blog.  Jess is back, with her sister Marie, and together they are dispensing justice the only way they know how - kicking mean boys in the balls!  Moreover, it comes accompanied by a three-panel cartoon, illustrated by the world-famous bb artist, Knave!  Sit back, relax, and enjoy!

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In the third row from the back of the stands, Jess watched the players in their red and grey uniforms begin to disperse across the field.  WIth football practice finally over, Jess saw her sister standing at the far side of the field, talking to some of the players.  She assumed one of them was Brett, but they were too far away for her to be sure.  Jess sat back and breathed in the warm September air.  At this point, there was nothing she could do.  Things had been set in motion and  the success of their plan was going to hinge on whether Brett took the bait, but that was up to Marie now.  

Marie had called her sister over a week ago to ask her advice.  A few weeks back, Marie's best friend Stef had become involved with Brett Jordan.  He was a real-life teenage heartthrob, with a reputation for going through girlfriends very quickly.  His courtship with Stef only lasted for a week, and after only two dates and a truck-load of empty promises, Stef allowed Brett to go all the way with her.  Then, the very next day, Brett moved on to his next conquest. 

When Marie discovered what had happened, she decided enough was enough.  They were going to teach Brett Jordan a lesson he'd never forget.  Of course, when she told Jess her plan, Jess not only wanted to help with the planning, she wanted to be there when it was implemented.  So, when the day finally arrived, Jess skipped her afternoon college classes and drove three hours to be home in time to take part in the fun.

Even from this distance, Jess could tell her sister looked hot.  Her hair was blond like Jess', but cut short, and accentuated her gorgeous emerald eyes.  And the cheerleading outfit that she borrowed from her friend Stef fit her like a glove, highlighting all of her assets.  Her butt jiggled in the tiny red skirt, and her luscious D-cup tits seemed to stretch her top to it's limit.  There was no way Brett was going to overlook her.

Luckily, Jess was right - and she didn't have to wait for long.  A tall, handsome, dark haired boy broke off from a group of players and approached Marie.  They talked for a few minutes, and though she couldn't hear their conversation, it was clear that Marie was flirting with him.  Then, Marie took him by the hand and led him out of sight, back behind the bleachers.

Bingo.

Jess grinned.  Things were going just as they'd planned.  Jess opened her bag and checked to make sure the camera was there.  Then she stoke up and started making her way down.

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All of Marie's senses felt heightened and she got a rush off the adrenaline being pumped into her bloodstream.  She could smell the sweat soaking Brett's uniform, and could hear the steady beat of her heart in her chest like a drum.

She was leading Brett behind the stands on the baseball field, where no one would see them - except for Jess and Stef, they'd be waiting in the shadows, ready to step in at a moment's notice.

Brett didn't waste any time and grabbed her and began kissing her face and neck.  Now seeing him up close for the first time, it was obvious why he was so successful with women, despite his reputation.  He had boyish good looks, thick black hair, and a dimple set in his chin that probably won over every girl he met.

While Brett was still feverishly sucking on her neck, Marie slid her hands across his chest and explored his impressive physique underneath his shoulder pads.  Then slowly, her hand drifted against the firm ripples of his abdominal muscles, and lingered around his belly-button, before finally coming down to rest on the large, prominent bulge in his football pants.

Brett paused kissing and breathed in deep.  "Mmmm, girl, you don't waste any time, do you?"  He whispered as he bucked his hips and thrust his junk into her open hand.

Marie smiled and squeezed the stud's manhood gently, confirming what she already expected.

"Jesus Brett, you're not even wearing a cup!"  Marie pretended to sound amazed, but she'd already isolated his nuts and gave them another squeeze.

Brett moaned and resumed sucking on her neck.

"Yeah, that's right baby.  I don't bother with'em - they just slow me down."  Brett replied between kisses.

Marie grinned and kept continued to rub the large lump in his shorts.  "You know, you've got a really nice piece of equipment down here.  But aren't you afraid, going around cup-less, you might end up at the bottom of a pile-on and get your nuts crushed under some big, lumbering line-backer's cleat?"

"Don't worry baby, I'm the fastest running back in the county."  Brett smirked.  His face was handsome and radiated confidence.  "I can't run with a piece of plastic wedged between my legs!  Besides, my nuts are save and sound, I assure you, and they're working just fine now.  Come here and I'll show you."

Marie fondled the football stud's juicy gonads and smiled coyly.  "Is that right?"

"Why don't you get down on your knees, and you can test them out for yourself."  Brett said, already flexing his thick muscular arms as he pulled her down.

This was too fast!  She had to make sure Jess and Stef were in position.

"Brett - no, wait!  You're hurting me!"  Marie cried.

"Come on, I know you want it.  You've were all over me the minute we got back here.  Now just relax, and open up."  Brett said softly, as he began working the drawstrings on his pants.

Marie glanced at the outline of Brett's rigid pole grow inside his shorts and swung her fist into his testicles.  Brett groaned and jumped on his toes as Marie's fist buried itself into his crotch with a loud 'THUD.'

"Ughhhhhhhhaaaaaawwwww."  Brett moaned and cupped his balls with one hand, while still gripping Marie's arm in the other.  "Little bitch," he spat.

Marie giggled.  "I told you Brett - not wearing a cup was going to catch up with you."

"Shut it!"  Brett grimaced.  "You think it's funny?  Well now you're going to kiss it and make it all better."  He growled, twisting her wrist so hard that Marie let out a yelp.

"Alright, take it easy," Marie winced and futilely tried to pull away.

"Hey Brett,"  Stef appeared out from behind the bleachers where she had watched things progress and remained hidden, until now.  "When are you gonna learn to play nice?"

Brett spun around and no sooner did his eyes settle on the voluptuous curves of Stef's cleavage than the short brunette's bony knee found it's way up between his legs and crunched his already tender testicles.

Brett cursed as he slid down to his knees.

Both of the girls giggled.

Stef offered Marie her hand and pulled her up to her feet.  "You ok?"

"Sure, at least, I'm better off the Brett here."  Marie nodded in the direction of the stricken boy.  "Hey Jess, are you getting this."

"I sure am."  Jess called out, sticking her head out from behind the equipment shed.  There was a small camcorder in her hand with a red light blinking on the side.  "Now smile, your on camera!"

Marie and her friend smiled and waived back at the camera.

"Great!"  Jess grinned.  "You look fantastic!  The camera really loves you."

Brett rocked on his heels groaned.

"Ah, Mr. Jordan, glad to see you're still with us."  Jess zoomed the camera in on his stricken face.  "Tell us, how do you feel?"

Brett's eyes blinked and he mumbled something intelligible.

Jess shook her head and smiled.  "Looks like he could use some assistance.  Why don't you ladies help him get back on his feet?"

Marie and Stef did just that.  With a little bit of maneuvering, they even managed to spread his legs apart too.

"Better, thanks girls.  Now if you don't mind, I'm going to take my turn with our friend Brett, here."  Jess said, still pointing the camera at the three of them.

At the sound of his name, Brett lifted his head and squinted.  "What . . . why . . ."

"We're here to help show you the error of your ways."  Jess grinned and gave both girls a wink.  "When I was in high school, we knew just how to deal with boys like you."

Brett shook his head, not understanding.  Then a moment later, it all became crystal clear.

"This will show you to mess with my baby sister!"  Jess cried as her foot swung up and she kicked Brett square in the balls.

"Or her friends,"  Jess powered her leg up between his padded thighs and squished his nuts again. 

"Or any other girl that goes to this school, for that matter!" 

Jess followed with another mean kick, the toes of her right foot sailing into Brett's crotch, nailing his balls dead on.

Brett yelped in pain and collapsed on his back.  He rolled into the fetal position, rocking back and forth, moaning and groaning as he massaged his newly smashed marbles.

All three females giggled and Jess zoomed in with the camera.  "Not so tough now, are you JERK?  When we're done, everyone in school will see you getting your balls busted by a group of tiny GIRLS!"

Jess handed the camera off to her sister and the two girls helped hold the busted jock's arms down as Stef took position between Brett's spread legs. 

Brett looked up at Marie and Jess, who only snickered back at him.  Then his eyes met up with Stef's.  "Who are you?  Why are you doing this to me?"  He croaked weakly.

Stef huffed as she checked the back of her ponytail and shook her head.  "Seriously, you don't remember me?"

Brett stared at her for several long seconds.  Then he slowly shook his head.

"You can't be serious!  We went out three weeks ago, you know, before you started going out with that slut Megan Rosato!"  Stef fumed.

Brett squinted his eyes.  "Lisa?"

Stef's eyes flared and she placed her heel on top of Brett's swollen, tender balls.  Shifting her weight, Stef leaned in on Brett's nuts, flattening them like pancakes between her foot and his pelvis.

Brett let out an agonized squeal.

"We drove out to Thatcher Park and made out in the backseat of your car . . ."  The animosity in Stef's voice was unmistakable. 

"Sharon?"  He choked.

"Nope,"  Marie giggled.

Brett's eyes widened.  "No, no, no, wait - Aghhhh!"  The panic stricken boy shrieked like a terrified little girl as his meaty gonads were squashed underfoot of the jilted teenage beauty.

Stef's lips curled up at the edges as she stomped and twisted her foot into Brett Jordan's privates. 

"What's the matter?  Can't take a little PAIN?!"  Stef hollered over Brett's moans and pleas for mercy.  His forehead was beaded with sweat, and tears began streaking down his cheeks.  "Aww, are you crying?!  Big strong football player, MY ASS!"

Brett gasped, trying to catch his breath.  "Fuck you, little bitch!"  He spat out and regretted it instantly.

Brett let out a high-pitched yelp as Stef twisted the sole of her foot into his nuts, as if she were putting out a cigarette but. 

"OOOaaahhhh . . . ok, ok, I'm sorry."  He pleaded.  "Please . . ."

"Sounds like Brett here has a bit of a temper, wouldn't you say?"  Jess said, smiling into the camera. 

"Yeah, cocky too!"  Marie added.

"He sure does, and with little reason to be, if I recall."  Stef grinned as she rubbed the length of Brett's shaft with her toes.

Brett stared from one girl to the next.  He looked worn, and scared, and ashamed.

"What do you mean Stef?  Are you saying that ladies man, Brett Jordan, isn't packing all that much heat down there."  Marie zoomed the camera in on Marie's foot and Brett's package.

Stef cackled callously.  "Let's just say, it leaves something to be desired." 

That made them all laugh.

"What are we talking, three inches, or two?"  Marie giggled. 

Stef shrugged her shoulders.  "Who can remember when it's THAT pathetic?"

Brett looked horrified.  Perhaps his six inches didn't make him the 'biggest man' on campus, but at least it was average!

Marie zoomed back in on Brett's crotch as Stef alternated between gas-pedaling his tender jewels, and massaging his meaty member with the sole of her foot.

"Perhaps he'll turn out to be a 'grower.'"  Marie added.

"Well, I think we'll find out soon enough,"  Jess grinned and stroked her fingers through the jock's dark hair.

Stef tickled, teased, and fondled Brett's prick through his spandex shorts until erection became rock-hard and stretched against the elastic.

"Whoa, that thing looks like it's ready to blow!"  Marie snickered.

"It sure does, just look at it!"  Jess agreed.

"Come on big boy, shoot a nice big load for mommy."  Stef said coldly as she continued to rub her foot against Brett's manhood.

Brett croaked as Stef reared back and kicked the twin lumps just below his cock.

"Come on,"  Stef pressed, sending another kick into Brett's delicate orbs.  "If you don't cum soon, I suppose I'm just going to keep kicking these pathetic testicles of yours until they pop."

Brett's eyes widened and more tears fell.

Stef's foot slammed into the jock-boys's gonads, causing his body to buck and his dick to twitch.

"I think I just saw something move."  Jess grinned.

"Me too."  Marie added.  She was trying to hold the camera steady.

Stef lifted her foot above Brett's left nut and pressed down until the poor boy let out a groan.  Then she moved on to the right and did it again, and then back to the left.  Back and forth, she alternated between each testicle and bore down on it until Brett let out another moan. 

Marie zoomed the camera in and did an extreme close-up of Brett's tenting prick.  "Looks like he's ready Stef, you should finish him."

Stef nodded and pulled a stray hair behind her ear.  "I was just thinking that myself."

Brett swallowed the dry lump in his throat.  But nothing could have prepared him for what was about to come.

Stef released a flurry of kicks and stomps that made his stomach turn inside-out and the rest of his body shudder.  Then, in the middle of the barrage, Brett let out at loud moan and his hips began to gyrate as his poor baby-makers were squashed under the beautiful brunette's foot.  In a matter of seconds, his cock was shuddering and began dumping a big, salty batch of his baby-batter inside his shorts.

"Thar, she blows!"  Marie yelled out.

They all giggled at that.

Then Jess pulled the elastic band of his shorts down, sending Brett's dick flying up and smacking into this abdomen with a wet 'SLAP' as white goo continued to spill forth from its tip.

"Wow, look at that, he's still cumming!"  Marie beamed, following the ark of the drops of semen.

"And now, for the big finish . . ."  Stef grinned and isolating his right ball and flattened the orb against her foot.

In the same instant, Brett let out a throaty moan and a thick jet of hot sperm blasted out cock and splattered just below his left eye.

The girls all shouted in surprise and more laughter.

"Did you get that?"  Stef asked.

"Yup, all of it."  Marie smiled.

"Great, we'll upload it when we get to your house."  Stef said, wiping her foot against Brett's thigh.  "Well, as soon as everyone see's our little video, you're going to be through in this school ASS HOLE!" 

Marie zoomed in the camera one last time on Brett's face as he stared back at her, wide-eyed and scared.  He looked a mess, the tears on his face mingling with splash of semen across his cheek.

"That's it, I think we got it."  Marie said, turning off the camera.  "Thanks Brett, you've been a doll."

Stef twisted her heel into Brett's nutsac one final time for good measure.  Then the three girls picked up and left for the parking lot together, leaving Brett Jordan behind soiled and humiliated, to consider what was about to happen to his reputation the moment they posted that video. 

The consequences made him want to crawl up and die. 

He rolled over on his side, cupping his badly battered balls as new tears began to flow down his face.

-Here is the amazing commission by Knave, drawn specifically for this story-