Originally Posted by SadisticSara
My first ballbusting at school?
I don't remember the first time, but there were several incidents in primary school.
Our parents told us that it was the best way to stop guys from molesting us.
They also cautioned us about using it only as a last resort. For self defence only.
There was nothing sexual about it.
It was just just a way to even the odds.
No matter how big and strong a guy was, a good swift kick in the balls would disable him and give us time to get safely away.
So we (the girls at school) would use it when necessary.
I had to kick a few guys at school. Nothing special about those times. I just had to learn that guys seem to instinctively block such kicks, and I had to distract them. Things like poking them in the eye first. :) While their hands are protecting their closed eyes, WHAMMO in the balls.
Some girls would over-do it sometimes when they lost their tempers, by repeatedly kicking a guy after he was on the ground. One girl was especially vicious, and one of the guys she kicked in the nuts repeatedly (after he tried to hit her) didn't show up for classes again for about a week.
We never heard about what damage was done to him, but he never picked on any "defenceless" girls again. We really didn't care if he lost his balls or not, and he certainly wasn't talking about it. We were too young to worry about any permanent damage, and just figured that he deserved whatever happened. After all, he was a bully and it was his own fault.
I didn't get into consentual ballbusting until I was about 16 or 17. That's when my boyfriend at the time (older than I was) asked me to mistreat his testicles by squeezing and hitting. I thought it was a bit strange, but he obviously enjoyed it a lot. It didn't take me long to get used to doing it and I started to enjoy the feeling of power and trust. I mentioned that in a different thread here, so I won't repeat the story.
Over time, I found that a number of my boyfriends enjoyed having their balls mistreated. A balanced mixture of pain and pleasure. For me, it was fun. They liked it too. And I was careful not to over-do it or cause any intentional permanent damage.
There was just one time that it wasn't consentual. A guy tried to **** me. He had a gun. That time I didn't hold back at all. I'll spare you the details, but I figured he needed a really good lesson. One that he'd never forget. I feel very strongly about rapists. I knew that after that, he'd never be able to **** a girl again. It put an end to his perversion. Permanently. And I'm not sorry I did it.
But, other than that time, I never intentionally damaged a guy's genitals.
- Sara :)