kickthem
03-18-2011, 03:41 PM
This is part one of a new story. I'll be working on "The Second Night."
Ballbusting Analytics – The First Night
Kammie Tolbert rushed down the hall looking for Room 370. Traffic had been a bitch and she was afraid she was going to be late for the class she had been looking so forward to since she had signed up.
‘Good! There it is,’ she sighed in relief as she entered and found a seat. She took a couple of deep breaths and looked around the room. There were about 15 women, almost all of them young, slender, and attractive. There were two or three that were a bit older, but they too were in excellent physical condition as well as pretty.
Kammie next focused her attention on the instructor. She was an extremely attractive woman, probably in her late twenties. She guessed her to be around 5’-9”, but in the heels she was wearing, easily topped six feet. At that moment the instructor spoke.
“Good evening, ladies, and welcome to the Ballbusting Analytics class. My name is Christina Fredricks. As you know, this class consists of two four-hour sessions. Tonight, we will watch three video presentations in which women bust the balls of willing men. We will watch a woman methodically punish a man’s balls and make him suffer horribly. We will see another woman perform a slow, subtle form of torture that builds slowly until the man is reduced to a sobbing lump of flesh. And, we will watch two men having their balls destroyed by the same woman using two different methods. We will have a class discussion of what we have seen after the last video. At next week’s session, we will have a live demonstration of ballkicking, followed by a raffle where one of you lucky ladies will win the opportunity to be the star of our new ballbusting demo video.”
An excited buzz welled up in the room as all the women expressed their enthusiasm. Kammie’s eyes widened with delight as she thought how much fun it would be to make a video.
“Okay, ladies, we have a lot to do this evening, so let’s get right to it,” Christina announced. The room quieted as she pressed the PLAY button on the DVD player. The screen of the large HD monitor flickered to life as the video began.
The scene opened showing a man bound to a table. He was completely nude. His arms and legs were fastened so securely by a series of leather straps that he was unable to move. His legs were spread apart, completely exposing his dangling balls. There was an opening in the table below his groin that allowed complete access from below.
The sound of high heels clicking on the floor grew louder as a woman entered the frame. She was dressed in a classic navy blue business suit. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a tight bun.
As casually as one might pick up a cup of coffee to take a drink, the woman reached between the man’s legs and gathered his testicles into the palm of her hand. Then she firmly tightened her fingers until the man was trembling. The camera clearly showed his testicles flattening and bulging. The woman held her grip for nearly a minute before finally letting go. The man was gasping; there was no doubt the woman’s grip had been extremely painful.
After a moment the woman again took hold of the man’s testicles. This time she circled her thumb and forefinger in a ring around the neck of the scrotum, ******* the organs tight against the bottom of the sac. The skin glistened as she stretched it taut. Then, without any hint of what was to come, she punched the distended balls with her fist – again and again – until man was vibrating uncontrollably. As tight as he was bound, there was no way to escape.
Some of the women in the class were breathing heavily as they watched the action. Kammie could feel herself getting wet.
The woman finally stopped punching and let the man’s bruised testicles flop down. He was sobbing and gagging.
But, there would be no mercy. The woman proceeded without pause to her next method of testicle abuse. From a nearby cabinet she withdrew a length of rope and began wrapping it around the man’s scrotum. She wound it several times above his balls and then she wove the rope around so that it separated his balls. When she was done the skin of the man’s scrotum was stretched very tight and had turned a deep red color. The woman tied off the ends and then cruelly teased his penis with her fingers until it grew to a full, throbbing erection, with its skin just as taut as that of the scrotum. It was clear that the man was in agony. He moaned constantly.
The man’s genitals were now a perfect target for whatever the woman had in mind. She began by snapping her finger against each one twice. Horrible sounds came from the man as he was ****** to endure the perfunctory abuse. She gave each individual testicle a firm squeeze until the man shook so hard the table moved a couple of inches along the floor. Despite the heartless cruelty he suffered, his penis remained erect. As tightly bound as were his genitals, the blood had no way to escape.
Next, the woman attached a short length of rope to the rope binding the man’s balls. The rope had a hook on the loose end. From the supply cabinet the woman removed a bucket and hung it from the hook. Then she took a fairly large box out of the cabinet and set it on the floor a few feet in front of the man. In the box was a supply of croquet balls. The woman smiled as she picked up the first one. She tossed it easily toward the man’s distended genitals. The ball hit his testicles, which caused him to flinch, and then dropped into the bucket. The force of the ball landing in the bucket jerked it downward, introducing yet another form of agony for the man to endure.
In a methodical manner, the woman tossed ball after ball at the man’s crotch, each one hitting his swollen testicles and then dropping into the bucket. The man’s testicles were afforded three kinds of torture from this relatively simple activity; the impact of the ball against them, the bouncing of the ball landing in the bucket jerking down, and the ever increasing weight of the balls stretching his scrotum. Soon, the weight of the balls in the bucket was pulling down with considerable force. The man’s scrotum was stretched at least two or three inches. His body trembled all over, and he wildly shook his head from side to side in increasing intensity as each ball landed in the bucket.
When the woman had filled the bucket, the man’s balls were stretched five inches or more. The skin was severely bruised, now a vivid purple color. It looked as though the skin might rip apart at any moment. She stood beside him for several moments, hands on hips, as she studied her handiwork. Satisfied, she unhooked the bucket and smirked as his testicles sprung back. Then she felt his balls with one hand while she stroked his penis with the other. Bound as he was, the man has very little range of motion, but he did his best to thrust into her grip.
The woman shook her head in disgust and released his penis. She gave his balls a firm squeeze and then released them, too. She did not remove the rope and simply left the man lying where she had found him. The video ended with the fading sound of the woman’s high heels clicking on the floor as she departed.
Kammie couldn’t believe what she had just seen. Her crotch was on fire. She had her thighs pressed tight against each other. She could hear soft moans coming from many of the other women in the classroom.
“All right, ladies,” Christina spoke. “I know that was rather intense. I assumed you all enjoyed what you saw though?”
A chorus of yeses was her answer.
“Good. Now, in the next video, we will watch a much more subtle form of testicle abuse. What the woman does may not look like much, but I can assure you that by the end the man she is working on is suffering just as much as the one in our first video.”
Christina pushed the PLAY button and the next video began.
A man was seated in a chair. His arms were bound to the arms of the chair, and his legs were splayed as they were tied to the chair legs. The seat of the chair was horseshoe-shaped so that there was open space below the man’s genitals. At the moment his testicles hung loosely above the opening.
A woman entered the room and pulled up a normal chair and took a seat in front of the man. She was probably around forty years old, but very physically fit. She wore a short-sleeved blouse and a skirt that ended right at the top of her knees. He shapely legs were adorned with sheer stockings and on her feet she wore classic pumps with two-inch heels.
She gave the man a knowing look and reached forward and took hold of his balls in the palm of her hand. She kneaded them lightly and he sighed. What she was doing at the moment felt good. His penis rose to a full erection.
The woman smiled and said, “When I’m finished with you I doubt very much you’ll be quite so enthusiastic.”
The woman stood and walked off screen for a moment. She returned with a small satchel. She took her seat and reached into the satchel and pulled out a long-handled wooden spoon. She rubbed the smooth underside of the spoon against the man’s balls from side to side a few times and then she lowered it, only to quickly snap it up. The impact surprised the man and he grunted. The spoon hadn’t struck very hard; just enough to grab his attention.
The woman repeated this 10 times. After the last one, the man was growing visibly uncomfortable. His scrotum was starting to darken in color. She then delivered another 10 seemingly light smacks to the underside of his testicles. But now the cumulative effect of the blows was starting to take full effect. Even though each blow was no harder than the first, it felt as though it was delivered with far greater force.
Indeed, the man’s erection was starting to flag a bit. The woman continued to snap the spoon in a steady rhythm against his testicles. After 15 more, his erection had completely wilted. His scrotum had tightened as the repeated blows were causing his balls to swell. The man was now shaking and dreading each swat.
The woman took note of the absence of his erection and a smug look of satisfaction spread across her face. “That didn’t take long,” she taunted him. “I’m nowhere near finished with you.”
She gave him a few more swats with the spoon before she set it aside. The man was gasping for breath and perspiring heavily. The woman again took his testicles in the palm of her hand and afforded them a gentle massage. The spoon treatment must have been too severe, because this time his penis did not respond.
The woman crossed one leg over the other as she contemplated her next action. “They tell me you have a bit of a shoe fetish,” she said to the man. “Let’s find out.”
She then reached down and slipped off one of her shoes. The man’s interest was evident as he watched intently. The woman gripped her shoe by the toe portion and proceeded to pop the hard heel against his testicles from below in much the same manner as she had used the spoon. The swollen orbs bounced as she delivered blow after blow. The man began to sob uncontrollably. His balls swelled even more.
The woman showed no mercy. She steadily rapped the heel of her shoe against the man’s distended testicles for five minutes. When she finally delivered the last blow, the man was a complete wreck.
“So much for that shoe fetish,” she observed as she slid her foot back into her shoe.
At that point she rose from her chair and the video faded out as she walked away.
Christina pressed the STOP button on the player and noticed how intense all the women in the class had become. “As you saw in that video, it is not necessary to deliver full-force blows to make a man suffer. The woman in that video used very little force in each one. But the cumulative effect was devastating to the victim. He suffered every bit as much as the one in the first video.”
Kammie couldn’t believe how much she was enjoying this. So far the class had exceeded her expectations by quite a bit.
“We’ll now watch the final video of the evening,” Christina announced. “After that, we’ll take a short break. In the time remaining we’ll have a discussion about what we’ve seen.”
Christina pressed the PLAY button and the next video appeared on the screen.
An attractive young woman stood before the camera. “Good evening, ladies,” she greeted them. “In this video I will destroy the balls of two willing men using two different methods. You are probably wondering why a man would willingly submit to having his balls destroyed in a violent manner. That is a very good question. We’ve discovered that it is basically a result of low self esteem. The men in our videos all have a hard time finding jobs, and the jobs they do have are menial and pay very little. They can’t find women willing to date them, and thus consider themselves unworthy of reproduction. They become more and more masochistic and eventually develop the desire to become a eunuch – luckily for us.
“But now, without further delay, here is my session with victim number one.”
The scene faded out. The video opened with a wide shot of a fairly large room. In the center of one wall there was a large X-shaped frame to which were attached numerous leather straps. The camera zoomed in on the apparatus and lingered long enough to give the viewer a good look. The camera then zoomed out and followed the arrival of a naked man and the woman that had made the introduction. She was dressed in a tight black leather halter top and micro-mini black leather skirt. She wore black leather knee-high boots with five-inch heels and a one-inch thick platform sole.
The woman led the man to the frame and guided him into the proper position. She fastened his wrists to the top ends with straps, and she buckled a second strap around each of his arms at the elbows. Next, she fastened a belt around his waist that was bolted to the frame where the tow beams crossed. Finally, his spread legs were strapped to the lower parts of the frame, one at each ankle and knee. The man was now in a position where his balls hung freely below his groin.
The woman turned to the camera and spoke. “Hello again. The fellow is to be my first victim. I am going to kick him in the balls as hard as I can with these platform-soled boots as many times as it takes to turn said balls to mush. I have to warn you, this is very brutal and not for the weak of heart. I’ve done this several times and the fewest number of kicks it has taken is five. The most was twelve. I promise you, this man WILL suffer – a lot.”
The woman walked over to the bound man and whispered something in his ear. He nodded, but the look on his face was one of abject fear.
The woman stepped into position in front of the man and swung her leg gently to measure her kick. The man jerked involuntarily when the toe of her boot gently nudged his doomed testicles.
Now ready, the woman launched her first kick. Her booted foot blurred as it flew in a smooth arc directly into the dangling testicles.
SPLATTTTT
The sound of her boot connecting was absolutely sickening. The man, unable to move jerked futilely against his bonds and screamed.
The woman paused for just a few seconds before sending kick number two on its way.
SPLATTTTT
Same sound – same reaction. The man coughed and gagged.
Kick number three landed with absolute precision – her boot toe hit his left testicle dead center and compressed it almost to the rupture point. Had the man been free of his bonds he likely would have been rolling around on the floor and clutching his balls.
Kick number four did to his right testicle what kick number three had done to the left. Both balls had rapidly swollen to three times their normal size.
The woman turned to face the camera. “It looks like I can tie my record. One more kick should turn those balls of his into jelly.” It was a little hard to understand what she was saying over the horrific screams coming from the man’s throat.
She turned around and eagerly eyed her targets. Then she launched the hardest kick yet.
SPLUUUTTTTTT
The sound of kick number five was decidedly different from that of the first four. She had succeeded. The last kick had completely destroyed the man’s balls. His scrotum was filled with a gooey mass of blood and ruined tissue.
Mercifully, for him, the trauma was too much and he passed out. Now, all was quiet.
The woman turned to the camera with a huge smile on her face. “Ladies, that is probably the most violent method I know of to destroy a man’s balls – without using power tools.” She giggled. “The method I use in the next scene is quite different. Some might even call it sensual. But watch and judge for yourselves.”
The scene faded out and the new scene quickly appeared. There was a wide shot of the same room as in the first episode. This time, a man was already fastened to the X-frame. The camera zoomed in on his groin to show what had been done to prepare him. His balls were intricately tied with strong rope. Even coils wound around the neck of his scrotum, stretching his balls downward. More of the rope had been looped and wound around each individual testicle so that they were well presented and spread apart. Two more pieces of rope had been fastened to the arrangement and hung down. To each of these ropes a stirrup had been fastened. The ropes had been so ingeniously tied that when downward pressure was applied the loops around the testicles compressed and strangled, much like a hangman’s noose. A step stool sat nearby.
When the camera had dwelt on the set-up of the victim to give the viewer sufficient time to understand what had been done, it next panned over to the origination of the sound of high heels clicking. The woman from the first episode was making her entrance. This time she was dressed more casually, wearing a T-shirt and tight shorts. But her shoes were quite exquisite; black leather four-inch stiletto-heeled classic pumps. The muscles in her well-toned legs rippled seductively as she walked.
She approached her victim and casually took hold of his limp penis. She massaged it in her hand until it had swelled to full erection. “Enjoy it,” she told the slave. “It will be the last one you ever have.”
Then she turned to the camera and said, “Perhaps you have already figured out what I am going to do to him. If not, you’ll see soon enough. I think you’ll enjoy watching.”
Then she placed one foot into a stirrup and let the weight of her leg rest there. A close-up showed the man’s testicles being pulled down by the added weight and a demonstration of how the testicle loop would clench its prey. He gasped sharply. The woman smiled at him and then removed her foot. She pulled the stepstool directly in front of him and sat down on the top. Then she lifted both feet and slipped each into a stirrup. The camera showed his balls being pulled down even further than before and the loops wickedly squeezing each. The woman looked him straight in the eye as the weight of her legs dragged his balls down millimeter by agonizing millimeter. The man was breathing hard when she removed her feet from the stirrups.
She slid the stepstool a little closer and climbed up a couple of rungs. Just above the man’s shoulders there were handholds attached to the X-frame. The woman leaned forward and grabbed hold of these. Using the handholds and the man’s shoulders in combination, she had balanced her weight there. She then lifted on foot off the stepstool and slid it back into the stirrup. Still keeping her weight supported by her arms on his shoulders, her second foot followed into the other stirrup.
It was now crystal clear how she would destroy this victim’s balls. There was no way his balls could support her weight. So, when she transferred her weight from her arms on his shoulders to her feet in the stirrups – good-by balls.
But, she intended to tease him first. She allowed some of her weight to shift to her legs, which brought forth a large moan of pain from the man as his balls absorbed a portion of the burden of supporting the woman. His bound scrotum stretched; his testicles became compressed by the ropes encircling them.
And then the pressure eased. She had shifted her balance back onto her arms. The man was sobbing.
She repeated the maneuver. The camera zoomed in on the man’s groin and clearly showed just how far his scrotum was stretched and how much his balls were squeezed by the rope loops. It also provided a very nice image of the woman’s beautiful shoes flexing in the stirrups.
Again she relented and lifted her weight. She kept her feet in the stirrups and whispered something into the man’s ear. Tears poured down his cheeks as he nodded in agreement to what she was saying.
The woman turned her head and nodded to the camera, indicating it was time for the finale. She waited until the cameraman had carefully framed the scene so it would not miss the destruction of his balls. She received the signal to proceed.
The woman carefully eased back and slowly let her weight shift from the man’s shoulders and handholds. The camera clearly showed the man’s scrotum stretching beyond its previous maximum. And the rope loops were getting smaller and smaller, crushing and squeezing the connective tissue. The poor man was screaming endlessly, his throat soon becoming raw. It was not long and the woman had now shifted her balance completely so that her entire weight was now supported by the stirrups pulling against the man’s ruined testicles.
She hung there for a minute or so until her feet were only a few inches from the floor. Then, the scrotum could at last take no more and gave way. The man’s balls were torn from their residence, the life having already been crushed out of them by the rope loops. He immediately went into shock and passed out. The woman’s feet hit the floor with a clack as the disembodied testicles landed with a wet splat.
The camera immediately panned upward to the woman’s face. She smiled as she asked, “So what do you think ladies? Sensuous?”
The scene faded to black and Christina pushed the STOP button on the DVD player and observed the reactions of the women in the class.
A couple of them looked a bit green due to the explicitness of the last scene. Several others merely looked stunned. And there were those that appeared to be in the throes of orgasm.
Kammie was one of the orgasmers. She couldn’t believe how hot she had gotten watching the man’s balls being ripped from his body.
Christina waited a few moments for things to settle down. Then she opened the discussion. “All right ladies, which of those scenes did you enjoy most?”
A woman at the back of the classroom immediately raised her hand and spoke up. “The last one!” she breathed, her voice husky.
Another woman seconded her opinion. “Definitely, the last one.”
One of the women who had looked a little green offered, “I liked the last one until his testicles were torn off. I knew it was going to happen, and I wanted it to happen, but it was so graphic it was kind of hard to watch.”
“I liked all of them,” yet another woman contributed. “But total destruction of the testicles is not my thing. So my favorite is video number one. I liked the brutality of it without the finality. She left them intact to hurt again another day.”
“The destruction by kicking is my favorite,” an athletic-looking woman stated enthusiastically. I’m really into sports and the physical talents she displayed in that segment were very impressive.”
Eventually, each woman offered her opinion as to her favorite and it came out pretty evenly divided. Kammie had had a difficult decision, but she ultimately concluded that her favorite was the last one. She loved wearing high heels and the thought of using her shoes to ******** a man was quite alluring.
The discussions continued passionately until the end of the class. The women all agreed that testicle abuse was an enjoyable pastime. Just how far to take it led to friendly disagreements, but in the end everyone knew what their own comfort level was. A couple of the women admitted that they had never had the desire to completely ruin a man before tonight. But watching the videos had whet their appetites and they both confirmed that it was something they would definitely try if given the opportunity.
“I’d like to thank all of you for attending tonight’s class,” Christina said as the allotted time neared expiration. “Remember, next week will have a live ballkicking demonstration, followed by a class exercise. Each of you will have the chance to learn some of the techniques of our pros. The second night will conclude with a drawing. As I’m sure you recall, the winner will star in our next demonstration video.”
“What will the topic of the video be?” a woman asked.
“That’s a surprise,” Christina explained. “But I know whoever wins will really enjoy making it. Well, I see our time is up for now. I look forward to seeing you all back here same time next week. Good night.”
END PART 1
Ballbusting Analytics – The First Night
Kammie Tolbert rushed down the hall looking for Room 370. Traffic had been a bitch and she was afraid she was going to be late for the class she had been looking so forward to since she had signed up.
‘Good! There it is,’ she sighed in relief as she entered and found a seat. She took a couple of deep breaths and looked around the room. There were about 15 women, almost all of them young, slender, and attractive. There were two or three that were a bit older, but they too were in excellent physical condition as well as pretty.
Kammie next focused her attention on the instructor. She was an extremely attractive woman, probably in her late twenties. She guessed her to be around 5’-9”, but in the heels she was wearing, easily topped six feet. At that moment the instructor spoke.
“Good evening, ladies, and welcome to the Ballbusting Analytics class. My name is Christina Fredricks. As you know, this class consists of two four-hour sessions. Tonight, we will watch three video presentations in which women bust the balls of willing men. We will watch a woman methodically punish a man’s balls and make him suffer horribly. We will see another woman perform a slow, subtle form of torture that builds slowly until the man is reduced to a sobbing lump of flesh. And, we will watch two men having their balls destroyed by the same woman using two different methods. We will have a class discussion of what we have seen after the last video. At next week’s session, we will have a live demonstration of ballkicking, followed by a raffle where one of you lucky ladies will win the opportunity to be the star of our new ballbusting demo video.”
An excited buzz welled up in the room as all the women expressed their enthusiasm. Kammie’s eyes widened with delight as she thought how much fun it would be to make a video.
“Okay, ladies, we have a lot to do this evening, so let’s get right to it,” Christina announced. The room quieted as she pressed the PLAY button on the DVD player. The screen of the large HD monitor flickered to life as the video began.
The scene opened showing a man bound to a table. He was completely nude. His arms and legs were fastened so securely by a series of leather straps that he was unable to move. His legs were spread apart, completely exposing his dangling balls. There was an opening in the table below his groin that allowed complete access from below.
The sound of high heels clicking on the floor grew louder as a woman entered the frame. She was dressed in a classic navy blue business suit. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a tight bun.
As casually as one might pick up a cup of coffee to take a drink, the woman reached between the man’s legs and gathered his testicles into the palm of her hand. Then she firmly tightened her fingers until the man was trembling. The camera clearly showed his testicles flattening and bulging. The woman held her grip for nearly a minute before finally letting go. The man was gasping; there was no doubt the woman’s grip had been extremely painful.
After a moment the woman again took hold of the man’s testicles. This time she circled her thumb and forefinger in a ring around the neck of the scrotum, ******* the organs tight against the bottom of the sac. The skin glistened as she stretched it taut. Then, without any hint of what was to come, she punched the distended balls with her fist – again and again – until man was vibrating uncontrollably. As tight as he was bound, there was no way to escape.
Some of the women in the class were breathing heavily as they watched the action. Kammie could feel herself getting wet.
The woman finally stopped punching and let the man’s bruised testicles flop down. He was sobbing and gagging.
But, there would be no mercy. The woman proceeded without pause to her next method of testicle abuse. From a nearby cabinet she withdrew a length of rope and began wrapping it around the man’s scrotum. She wound it several times above his balls and then she wove the rope around so that it separated his balls. When she was done the skin of the man’s scrotum was stretched very tight and had turned a deep red color. The woman tied off the ends and then cruelly teased his penis with her fingers until it grew to a full, throbbing erection, with its skin just as taut as that of the scrotum. It was clear that the man was in agony. He moaned constantly.
The man’s genitals were now a perfect target for whatever the woman had in mind. She began by snapping her finger against each one twice. Horrible sounds came from the man as he was ****** to endure the perfunctory abuse. She gave each individual testicle a firm squeeze until the man shook so hard the table moved a couple of inches along the floor. Despite the heartless cruelty he suffered, his penis remained erect. As tightly bound as were his genitals, the blood had no way to escape.
Next, the woman attached a short length of rope to the rope binding the man’s balls. The rope had a hook on the loose end. From the supply cabinet the woman removed a bucket and hung it from the hook. Then she took a fairly large box out of the cabinet and set it on the floor a few feet in front of the man. In the box was a supply of croquet balls. The woman smiled as she picked up the first one. She tossed it easily toward the man’s distended genitals. The ball hit his testicles, which caused him to flinch, and then dropped into the bucket. The force of the ball landing in the bucket jerked it downward, introducing yet another form of agony for the man to endure.
In a methodical manner, the woman tossed ball after ball at the man’s crotch, each one hitting his swollen testicles and then dropping into the bucket. The man’s testicles were afforded three kinds of torture from this relatively simple activity; the impact of the ball against them, the bouncing of the ball landing in the bucket jerking down, and the ever increasing weight of the balls stretching his scrotum. Soon, the weight of the balls in the bucket was pulling down with considerable force. The man’s scrotum was stretched at least two or three inches. His body trembled all over, and he wildly shook his head from side to side in increasing intensity as each ball landed in the bucket.
When the woman had filled the bucket, the man’s balls were stretched five inches or more. The skin was severely bruised, now a vivid purple color. It looked as though the skin might rip apart at any moment. She stood beside him for several moments, hands on hips, as she studied her handiwork. Satisfied, she unhooked the bucket and smirked as his testicles sprung back. Then she felt his balls with one hand while she stroked his penis with the other. Bound as he was, the man has very little range of motion, but he did his best to thrust into her grip.
The woman shook her head in disgust and released his penis. She gave his balls a firm squeeze and then released them, too. She did not remove the rope and simply left the man lying where she had found him. The video ended with the fading sound of the woman’s high heels clicking on the floor as she departed.
Kammie couldn’t believe what she had just seen. Her crotch was on fire. She had her thighs pressed tight against each other. She could hear soft moans coming from many of the other women in the classroom.
“All right, ladies,” Christina spoke. “I know that was rather intense. I assumed you all enjoyed what you saw though?”
A chorus of yeses was her answer.
“Good. Now, in the next video, we will watch a much more subtle form of testicle abuse. What the woman does may not look like much, but I can assure you that by the end the man she is working on is suffering just as much as the one in our first video.”
Christina pushed the PLAY button and the next video began.
A man was seated in a chair. His arms were bound to the arms of the chair, and his legs were splayed as they were tied to the chair legs. The seat of the chair was horseshoe-shaped so that there was open space below the man’s genitals. At the moment his testicles hung loosely above the opening.
A woman entered the room and pulled up a normal chair and took a seat in front of the man. She was probably around forty years old, but very physically fit. She wore a short-sleeved blouse and a skirt that ended right at the top of her knees. He shapely legs were adorned with sheer stockings and on her feet she wore classic pumps with two-inch heels.
She gave the man a knowing look and reached forward and took hold of his balls in the palm of her hand. She kneaded them lightly and he sighed. What she was doing at the moment felt good. His penis rose to a full erection.
The woman smiled and said, “When I’m finished with you I doubt very much you’ll be quite so enthusiastic.”
The woman stood and walked off screen for a moment. She returned with a small satchel. She took her seat and reached into the satchel and pulled out a long-handled wooden spoon. She rubbed the smooth underside of the spoon against the man’s balls from side to side a few times and then she lowered it, only to quickly snap it up. The impact surprised the man and he grunted. The spoon hadn’t struck very hard; just enough to grab his attention.
The woman repeated this 10 times. After the last one, the man was growing visibly uncomfortable. His scrotum was starting to darken in color. She then delivered another 10 seemingly light smacks to the underside of his testicles. But now the cumulative effect of the blows was starting to take full effect. Even though each blow was no harder than the first, it felt as though it was delivered with far greater force.
Indeed, the man’s erection was starting to flag a bit. The woman continued to snap the spoon in a steady rhythm against his testicles. After 15 more, his erection had completely wilted. His scrotum had tightened as the repeated blows were causing his balls to swell. The man was now shaking and dreading each swat.
The woman took note of the absence of his erection and a smug look of satisfaction spread across her face. “That didn’t take long,” she taunted him. “I’m nowhere near finished with you.”
She gave him a few more swats with the spoon before she set it aside. The man was gasping for breath and perspiring heavily. The woman again took his testicles in the palm of her hand and afforded them a gentle massage. The spoon treatment must have been too severe, because this time his penis did not respond.
The woman crossed one leg over the other as she contemplated her next action. “They tell me you have a bit of a shoe fetish,” she said to the man. “Let’s find out.”
She then reached down and slipped off one of her shoes. The man’s interest was evident as he watched intently. The woman gripped her shoe by the toe portion and proceeded to pop the hard heel against his testicles from below in much the same manner as she had used the spoon. The swollen orbs bounced as she delivered blow after blow. The man began to sob uncontrollably. His balls swelled even more.
The woman showed no mercy. She steadily rapped the heel of her shoe against the man’s distended testicles for five minutes. When she finally delivered the last blow, the man was a complete wreck.
“So much for that shoe fetish,” she observed as she slid her foot back into her shoe.
At that point she rose from her chair and the video faded out as she walked away.
Christina pressed the STOP button on the player and noticed how intense all the women in the class had become. “As you saw in that video, it is not necessary to deliver full-force blows to make a man suffer. The woman in that video used very little force in each one. But the cumulative effect was devastating to the victim. He suffered every bit as much as the one in the first video.”
Kammie couldn’t believe how much she was enjoying this. So far the class had exceeded her expectations by quite a bit.
“We’ll now watch the final video of the evening,” Christina announced. “After that, we’ll take a short break. In the time remaining we’ll have a discussion about what we’ve seen.”
Christina pressed the PLAY button and the next video appeared on the screen.
An attractive young woman stood before the camera. “Good evening, ladies,” she greeted them. “In this video I will destroy the balls of two willing men using two different methods. You are probably wondering why a man would willingly submit to having his balls destroyed in a violent manner. That is a very good question. We’ve discovered that it is basically a result of low self esteem. The men in our videos all have a hard time finding jobs, and the jobs they do have are menial and pay very little. They can’t find women willing to date them, and thus consider themselves unworthy of reproduction. They become more and more masochistic and eventually develop the desire to become a eunuch – luckily for us.
“But now, without further delay, here is my session with victim number one.”
The scene faded out. The video opened with a wide shot of a fairly large room. In the center of one wall there was a large X-shaped frame to which were attached numerous leather straps. The camera zoomed in on the apparatus and lingered long enough to give the viewer a good look. The camera then zoomed out and followed the arrival of a naked man and the woman that had made the introduction. She was dressed in a tight black leather halter top and micro-mini black leather skirt. She wore black leather knee-high boots with five-inch heels and a one-inch thick platform sole.
The woman led the man to the frame and guided him into the proper position. She fastened his wrists to the top ends with straps, and she buckled a second strap around each of his arms at the elbows. Next, she fastened a belt around his waist that was bolted to the frame where the tow beams crossed. Finally, his spread legs were strapped to the lower parts of the frame, one at each ankle and knee. The man was now in a position where his balls hung freely below his groin.
The woman turned to the camera and spoke. “Hello again. The fellow is to be my first victim. I am going to kick him in the balls as hard as I can with these platform-soled boots as many times as it takes to turn said balls to mush. I have to warn you, this is very brutal and not for the weak of heart. I’ve done this several times and the fewest number of kicks it has taken is five. The most was twelve. I promise you, this man WILL suffer – a lot.”
The woman walked over to the bound man and whispered something in his ear. He nodded, but the look on his face was one of abject fear.
The woman stepped into position in front of the man and swung her leg gently to measure her kick. The man jerked involuntarily when the toe of her boot gently nudged his doomed testicles.
Now ready, the woman launched her first kick. Her booted foot blurred as it flew in a smooth arc directly into the dangling testicles.
SPLATTTTT
The sound of her boot connecting was absolutely sickening. The man, unable to move jerked futilely against his bonds and screamed.
The woman paused for just a few seconds before sending kick number two on its way.
SPLATTTTT
Same sound – same reaction. The man coughed and gagged.
Kick number three landed with absolute precision – her boot toe hit his left testicle dead center and compressed it almost to the rupture point. Had the man been free of his bonds he likely would have been rolling around on the floor and clutching his balls.
Kick number four did to his right testicle what kick number three had done to the left. Both balls had rapidly swollen to three times their normal size.
The woman turned to face the camera. “It looks like I can tie my record. One more kick should turn those balls of his into jelly.” It was a little hard to understand what she was saying over the horrific screams coming from the man’s throat.
She turned around and eagerly eyed her targets. Then she launched the hardest kick yet.
SPLUUUTTTTTT
The sound of kick number five was decidedly different from that of the first four. She had succeeded. The last kick had completely destroyed the man’s balls. His scrotum was filled with a gooey mass of blood and ruined tissue.
Mercifully, for him, the trauma was too much and he passed out. Now, all was quiet.
The woman turned to the camera with a huge smile on her face. “Ladies, that is probably the most violent method I know of to destroy a man’s balls – without using power tools.” She giggled. “The method I use in the next scene is quite different. Some might even call it sensual. But watch and judge for yourselves.”
The scene faded out and the new scene quickly appeared. There was a wide shot of the same room as in the first episode. This time, a man was already fastened to the X-frame. The camera zoomed in on his groin to show what had been done to prepare him. His balls were intricately tied with strong rope. Even coils wound around the neck of his scrotum, stretching his balls downward. More of the rope had been looped and wound around each individual testicle so that they were well presented and spread apart. Two more pieces of rope had been fastened to the arrangement and hung down. To each of these ropes a stirrup had been fastened. The ropes had been so ingeniously tied that when downward pressure was applied the loops around the testicles compressed and strangled, much like a hangman’s noose. A step stool sat nearby.
When the camera had dwelt on the set-up of the victim to give the viewer sufficient time to understand what had been done, it next panned over to the origination of the sound of high heels clicking. The woman from the first episode was making her entrance. This time she was dressed more casually, wearing a T-shirt and tight shorts. But her shoes were quite exquisite; black leather four-inch stiletto-heeled classic pumps. The muscles in her well-toned legs rippled seductively as she walked.
She approached her victim and casually took hold of his limp penis. She massaged it in her hand until it had swelled to full erection. “Enjoy it,” she told the slave. “It will be the last one you ever have.”
Then she turned to the camera and said, “Perhaps you have already figured out what I am going to do to him. If not, you’ll see soon enough. I think you’ll enjoy watching.”
Then she placed one foot into a stirrup and let the weight of her leg rest there. A close-up showed the man’s testicles being pulled down by the added weight and a demonstration of how the testicle loop would clench its prey. He gasped sharply. The woman smiled at him and then removed her foot. She pulled the stepstool directly in front of him and sat down on the top. Then she lifted both feet and slipped each into a stirrup. The camera showed his balls being pulled down even further than before and the loops wickedly squeezing each. The woman looked him straight in the eye as the weight of her legs dragged his balls down millimeter by agonizing millimeter. The man was breathing hard when she removed her feet from the stirrups.
She slid the stepstool a little closer and climbed up a couple of rungs. Just above the man’s shoulders there were handholds attached to the X-frame. The woman leaned forward and grabbed hold of these. Using the handholds and the man’s shoulders in combination, she had balanced her weight there. She then lifted on foot off the stepstool and slid it back into the stirrup. Still keeping her weight supported by her arms on his shoulders, her second foot followed into the other stirrup.
It was now crystal clear how she would destroy this victim’s balls. There was no way his balls could support her weight. So, when she transferred her weight from her arms on his shoulders to her feet in the stirrups – good-by balls.
But, she intended to tease him first. She allowed some of her weight to shift to her legs, which brought forth a large moan of pain from the man as his balls absorbed a portion of the burden of supporting the woman. His bound scrotum stretched; his testicles became compressed by the ropes encircling them.
And then the pressure eased. She had shifted her balance back onto her arms. The man was sobbing.
She repeated the maneuver. The camera zoomed in on the man’s groin and clearly showed just how far his scrotum was stretched and how much his balls were squeezed by the rope loops. It also provided a very nice image of the woman’s beautiful shoes flexing in the stirrups.
Again she relented and lifted her weight. She kept her feet in the stirrups and whispered something into the man’s ear. Tears poured down his cheeks as he nodded in agreement to what she was saying.
The woman turned her head and nodded to the camera, indicating it was time for the finale. She waited until the cameraman had carefully framed the scene so it would not miss the destruction of his balls. She received the signal to proceed.
The woman carefully eased back and slowly let her weight shift from the man’s shoulders and handholds. The camera clearly showed the man’s scrotum stretching beyond its previous maximum. And the rope loops were getting smaller and smaller, crushing and squeezing the connective tissue. The poor man was screaming endlessly, his throat soon becoming raw. It was not long and the woman had now shifted her balance completely so that her entire weight was now supported by the stirrups pulling against the man’s ruined testicles.
She hung there for a minute or so until her feet were only a few inches from the floor. Then, the scrotum could at last take no more and gave way. The man’s balls were torn from their residence, the life having already been crushed out of them by the rope loops. He immediately went into shock and passed out. The woman’s feet hit the floor with a clack as the disembodied testicles landed with a wet splat.
The camera immediately panned upward to the woman’s face. She smiled as she asked, “So what do you think ladies? Sensuous?”
The scene faded to black and Christina pushed the STOP button on the DVD player and observed the reactions of the women in the class.
A couple of them looked a bit green due to the explicitness of the last scene. Several others merely looked stunned. And there were those that appeared to be in the throes of orgasm.
Kammie was one of the orgasmers. She couldn’t believe how hot she had gotten watching the man’s balls being ripped from his body.
Christina waited a few moments for things to settle down. Then she opened the discussion. “All right ladies, which of those scenes did you enjoy most?”
A woman at the back of the classroom immediately raised her hand and spoke up. “The last one!” she breathed, her voice husky.
Another woman seconded her opinion. “Definitely, the last one.”
One of the women who had looked a little green offered, “I liked the last one until his testicles were torn off. I knew it was going to happen, and I wanted it to happen, but it was so graphic it was kind of hard to watch.”
“I liked all of them,” yet another woman contributed. “But total destruction of the testicles is not my thing. So my favorite is video number one. I liked the brutality of it without the finality. She left them intact to hurt again another day.”
“The destruction by kicking is my favorite,” an athletic-looking woman stated enthusiastically. I’m really into sports and the physical talents she displayed in that segment were very impressive.”
Eventually, each woman offered her opinion as to her favorite and it came out pretty evenly divided. Kammie had had a difficult decision, but she ultimately concluded that her favorite was the last one. She loved wearing high heels and the thought of using her shoes to ******** a man was quite alluring.
The discussions continued passionately until the end of the class. The women all agreed that testicle abuse was an enjoyable pastime. Just how far to take it led to friendly disagreements, but in the end everyone knew what their own comfort level was. A couple of the women admitted that they had never had the desire to completely ruin a man before tonight. But watching the videos had whet their appetites and they both confirmed that it was something they would definitely try if given the opportunity.
“I’d like to thank all of you for attending tonight’s class,” Christina said as the allotted time neared expiration. “Remember, next week will have a live ballkicking demonstration, followed by a class exercise. Each of you will have the chance to learn some of the techniques of our pros. The second night will conclude with a drawing. As I’m sure you recall, the winner will star in our next demonstration video.”
“What will the topic of the video be?” a woman asked.
“That’s a surprise,” Christina explained. “But I know whoever wins will really enjoy making it. Well, I see our time is up for now. I look forward to seeing you all back here same time next week. Good night.”
END PART 1