Our Friendships Turned Febrile III : Hooked on Delusion (Part 2)

Our Friendships Turned Febrile III : Hooked on Delusion (Part 2)  

 -- Contains Heavy Non-Consensual Ballbusting -- 

 

Emily picked John up from her bed; now on two feet, John was led by Emily to the lime green door connecting her bathroom to bedroom. 

“Just a few more steps John.” Emily giggled; she watched John’s heavy nuts heave up and down through his cupped hands. 

“Emily, do you think I could go home, please? I don’t feel well.” John moaned, limping besides her. 

“No way. You're staying the night with me, remember?” Emily smiled. 

The raven-haired teen swung the door wide, revealing the expanse of her white tile bathroom. It was larger than John’s room. Bundles of white fluffy towels filled the room. To the far side was Emily's shower, the one John had seen in the photo. The glass was still steamed, evidence of Emily's recent shower. The pure white tiles had a glorious sheen to them, as did the marble countertops. 

“Here John, sit here for now.” Emily commanded, plopping him in a hot tub sized tub.  

John’s legs draped over the sloping side, his back on the base of the tub. 

“I promise, you’re going to have a good time.” Emily giggled, stripping. 

John watched in silent awe, as Emily, his childhood friend removed her cum covered lingerie. John’s monster cock sprung to life, forgetting all the torment it had been put through at the hands of Emily. 

“Like what you see John?” Emily snickered, rubbing her hand beneath her left breast. 

John nodded his head slowly. Emily stood above the tub, her naked breasts obscuring portions of her face. Her smooth and toned stomach sloped inwards from her breasts, before jutting out to accommodate her wide hips. 

“Some of your cum managed to seep through my clothes, see?” Emily said; she bent at her hip, showing off her hanging breasts.  

“Sorry.” John squeaked; he wasn’t sure if he should have apologized. 

“Oh, don’t worry John. We’ll wash it off together, right?” Emily smiled, stretching her arm out to John. 

The pure pain emanating from his testicles had all but disappeared in that moment. John stretched his hand out, clasping Emily.  

She led him into the shower; the warm steam caressed their naked bodies.  

“See, you're all better!” Emily giggled; she flicked the tip of John’s penis, watching him squirm. 

She went further than that, using John’s current lack of awareness to strike his testicles. She lightly tapped them with her fingers. John nearly folded in half; the pain was too great to withstand. His engorged bits were too much of a target for Emily, she couldn't resist.  

“Let’s get you all cleaned up.” Emily said, turning on the showerhead. 

The water was already warm. Spraying at low velocity, it caressed their skin. When the warm water made its way over John’s genitals, he shuddered, extracting pleasure from the contact. The wide showerhead covered the ceiling above the shower, virtually ensuring no matter where they walked, they would be pelted by fresh mineral water. 

“Can I touch them?” John mumbled.  

He couldn’t take his eyes off of Emily. Not if he wanted to. Emily had her arms wrapped around John’s neck, her mounds obscuring most of his hazy vision. 

“Nope.” Emily shook. 

The raven teen gripped the base of John’s cock, watching his expression shift to pleasure and a false sense of security. John moaned into Emily’s ear. 

“Stay right here for a moment.” Emily whispered. 

Without hesitating, Emily thrusted her knee into John’s swollen nut sack. She pulled simultaneously on his erection, making sure he couldn’t slip away. John’s eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head, pain emerging as his only graspable feeling. Well, it was in his mind. In his hands, he found Emily’s breasts. His spread hands were buried in her flesh, using it as support. They were exactly what he thought they would feel like, but were much more. 

Emily shot another knee into John’s exposed sack, downing him for good. John coughed and sputtered. The constant dribble of warm water pelted his back. 

“What did I tell you John? No touching.” Emily giggled; she knew full well it was her careening knee that compromised John’s discourse. 

Emily wiggled her white toes, feeling the water snake between them. Seeing John writhe in pain in her shower was better than she could have imagined. She extended her foot out, placing it on John’s scruffy hair. John groaned, but didn’t dislike the feeling of Emily stepping on him. He would never admit it aloud. If he did, Emily would undoubtedly extend her liberty to his raw testicles. 

“Let’s get you clean now.” Emily said; she walked to the far end of the shower, gripping a bottle of shampoo and bodywash. “Come sit here.” She beckoned. 

John looked up. Emily was already sitting along a wide ridge, her plump ass compressing under her torso. Legs crossed, John could see her toned and defined thigh pressing against her knee. What he would give to slide his cock between all her creases. He crawled over to her, making sure his genitals were well protected the entire way. She flipped her wet obsidian hair behind her back. Water dripped from her magnificent breasts; cascades of warm waters trickled down her creamy chest. 

John pressed his back against the shower wall; he slumped his shoulders. Still cupping his balls, he tentatively looked to Emily, unsure what his fate would be in her hands. Emily tipped the body wash over her cupped hand. The glistening, viscous white liquid trickled out of the tip and into Emily’s hand. She squeezed the bottle until her hand was drenched, slippery globs dripping from her palm onto her thick thighs.  

Emily slapped her palm in between her breasts, using the entire substance for herself. Slowly, she spread it along and under her chest. The suddy material wrapped itself around her, obscuring her most precious body parts. John’s mouth was agape, watching his childhood friend lather herself before him.  

“Like what you see?” Emily smiled, running her slippery hands down her legs.  

Bending at the waist, her breasts pressed against her knees, squishing out further than her rib cage. Unconsciously, John stretched his finger out. It connected with the mount of flesh, pressing it inwards.  

“John!” Emily gasped, sitting back up again. 

John pulled his hand away; the boy looked at his finger. It was still tingling with the sensation of Emily. The feeling dissipated quickly, Emily reminding him of his vulnerability with her fist. Lodged in his sore balls, she twisted it, rubbing her knuckles in his manhood. John yelped out. He tried covering himself, but was stopped by Emily.  

The teen tackled him to the hard tile floor, knocking the wind out of him. John’s vision was enveloped by darkness, Emily dropping her shaved crotch on his face, slowly suffocating him.  

“Lick twice if you can hear me John.” Emily commanded; she jammed her knees into John’s arms, pinning them. 

Somehow, she had gained absolute control over him. John was still in absolute awe. While he couldn’t breathe, he found the situation pleasant. 

“Lick if you can hear.” Emily gritted. 

She wrapped her slippery fingers around John’s bruised testicles, reminding him who was in control. His lower body twisted and spasmed. He cried into her pussy, feeling her fingers dig into his smooth testicles with destructive accuracy. 

“I take it you can hear.” Emily said; slowly, she decreased her pressure on John’s watery orbs.  

Emily lifted her lower body from John’s face, giving him precious air. Water dropped from the ceiling wrapped around Emily’s smooth backside, dripping into John’s eyes and mouth. 

Even with water dripping into his eyes, John was given one of the best views of his life. Emily’s soft skin hovered inches above his face. Her sloping, indent-less ass hung over his face. Her wet pussy and underside were sculpted like a Greek statue. Unsullied by the eroding water, it appeared to grow plumper and plumper with the dripping liquid. 

“You know John. I was going to give you a choice. But you already decided when you touched my chest. I was going to offer to clean you, to pleasure you. And while I’m still going to clean you, it’s going to be a little less pleasant.” 

Emily pressed herself into John, rubbing her lathered tits into his body. She gripped his swollen balls, squeezing his nuts into the top of his sack. John squirmed, knowing what cruel pain was to come. Emily raised her hand high, bringing her open palm down with the force to bruise. She struck his testicles mercilessly, alternating from palm strikes to backhands. No inch of John’s testicles were spared from her might. Her slaps echoed through the bathroom, ricocheting off the walls, piercing through John’s manic screams.  

John’s arms strained against Emily’s legs. Even though her entire body was lathered in slippery suds, he was unable to muster the strength to escape. Emily’s posterior siphoning off his air didn’t enhance his strength either. She wiggled her lower body, fitting the ridge of John’s nose between her slit; she was slowly suffocating him. She moaned out, feeling intense physical and emotional pleasure all at once. 

She lifted her ass up, giving John a precious breath of air. John coughed into her quivering pussy; the boy was on the brink of unconsciousness. Even with his air passage unblocked, he could feel himself slipping away. Emily’s cruel arms were still inflicting the worst pain known to man. She cupped her hands together, pressing John’s tortured testicles into each other. 

Every once in a while, one of John’s slippery testicles would pop out of her grip; it was pure unadulterated pain. His fragile testicles squeezing out of her grip was somehow worse than her direct squeezing. As if she recognized it, she repeated the process over and over again, giving his testicles enough room to escape her grasp. She giggled, watching his tender nuts pop from her clasped hands. 

“Emily!” John squeaked, coughing out water and other intimate fluids.  

Already drowning in pain, the pooling water dripping into his nose and mouth was beginning to flood his lungs, clot his vision 

“I hope you took a breath.” Emily giggled, planting her pussy into John. 

John cried out again, feeling helpless. He couldn’t do anything. His flailing feet couldn’t protect his engorged nuts, he couldn’t move his arm, and he couldn’t breathe. He could only try to endure. 

“Oh John! Your balls are so clean now!” Emily giggled, slapping away white suds from his brutalized testicles. “But I want them squeaky clean.” 

Through the rushing water, and her fleshy underside, Emily heard John cry out, specifically, a hearty “no”. She brought her fist down regardless, crushing John’s balls against his tightly shut legs. He cried out again. He had been deprived of all pleasure. All Emily was focusing on was bringing his nuts the worst pain possible. He was surprised they weren't ruptured yet. Though admittedly, he couldn’t tell anymore. 

Emily lifted her ass up again, giving John a rare instance of air. She rested her elbows on John’s washboard abs. Her slippery hands cradled her smooth face. Emily had her eyes trained on John’s twitching cock and swelling nuts. They were visibly larger than before. And as much as she wanted to measure them, she wasn’t finished with her fun. 

“This was a good start. But I want to get a deep clean. Something that will really get all the semen out.” Emily said; she licked her lips and reached for John’s limp dick. 

“Emily, please. Give me a break. I promise I won’t touch you again. I couldn’t help myself before. I realize my mista--” 

John yelped, feeling Emily's fingers invade his musty glans under his squishy foreskin. She infiltrated further, rubbing her fingers in a swirling motion.  

“Shut up John. You can prove your loyalty and all that by enduring this.” Emily said. 

She rubbed her tits along his abs, bringing her mouth closer to his stiffening cock. Simultaneously, she plopped her ass down on John’s face. Feeling the crests and troughs in his breath, she picked the time he was exhaling. John shook his head back and forth, begging for his precious air. Emily giggled, watching John’s cock rise and shrink. 

“It must be a burden, having a cock this size. Getting light headed all the time. Especially now, when you need your air the most, your cock is taking all of that precious blood your brain needs.” 

Emily blew on his peeling foreskin. Instantly, his glans popped out, the miniscule force enough to send his engorged tip out of its foreskin confines. Emily stared at her prey, momentarily forgetting that she was suffocating John under her plump pussy. His cries and hopeless struggles had already become part of her being.  

“Don’t be so uptight John!” Emily giggled; she flicked the tip of John’s dick with her finger. “It’s only been 30 seconds, right?” She asked. 

Emily had no idea how long it had been. She lifted herself off John’s face, giving him room to breathe. He gasped, taking in copious amounts of water. 

“Hope you had enough time to breathe this time.” Emily giggled, going down on him again. 

Far from finished from her torment, she gripped the base of John’s cock. With her other hand, she extracted more soapy suds from in between her tits. She slapped John’s red tip, lathering it with lube-like liquid.  

“I wonder, can you even feel pleasure anymore? Your dick isn’t as responsive as it used to, I wonder if I broke it.” Emily giggled, successfully instilling fear into John. “I know just the remedy.” She smiled. 

John’s eyes widened, feeling Emily violate him further. She stuck her finger in his ass. She wiggled it around, feeling his squishy walls contort around her personal invasion.  

“What? Did you think I was going to suck your dick? It’s covered in soap!” Emily giggled, thrusting her finger deeper into John’s pussy.  

John found a reserve of strength from within. Emily’s prodding finger jump started his heart. He screamed, the foreign feeling unpleasant and scary. She pressed upward, clawing at John’s prostate.  

“Stop!” John cried; he had managed to find a pocket of air between Emily’s flaps. 

“Quite John. Or would you rather me ravage your testicles instead of your ass?” Emily edged. 

To illustrate her point, Emily gripped John’s nuts; she roughly tugged them up, higher and higher until John’s hips couldn’t buck any higher. Before he knew it, she was in the full swing of things, rapidly tugging his genitals left to right, testing his aptness and control. She slammed his testicles down, crushing them between her fingers. She sneered, feeling John writhe in pain under her pussy. She couldn’t have thought of a better way to spend her time. She dug her finger deeper into his ass, simultaneously tenderizing his testicles with the other. 

John groaned, overcome with his helplessness and vulnerability. Emily pulled her finger out of John’s ass, before plunging it back in. The bodywash was the perfect lube; as Emily pulled and pressed her fingers in and out of John’s ass, it made audible sounds. It was faint and dull, barely audible over the rushing water of the shower, as well as John’s cries for mercy. 

“It’s a little funny, isn’t it John. I’m inside you before you’re inside me. Maybe it should be this way. Your cock has been bouncing the entire time, even though I haven’t touched it.” 

She wasn’t wrong. The entire time she had been beating John’s balls and fingering his ass, he had remained hard. She pressed her invading finger upward, watching John’s cock bounce and twitch without direct contact. She swore, it was getting even larger, surpassing the first time she had measured his member.  

“When did you get here John? 20 minutes ago? Honestly, I’m surprised your nuts have survived my relentless torture.” Emily giggled; she rubbed her pussy into John’s face. “While I’m still having a lot of fun, I don’t want to overdo things.” 

John, if he could have, would have let out a sigh of relief. Seeing as Emily’s ass and pussy were still straddling his face, he had to conserve what little air he had. 

“How about this John...” Emily started; the ballbuster jammed her finger deeper into his hole, making sure she hit his most sensitive gland. John bucked his hips in response, a foreign feeling infiltrating the base of his cock. “I’ll stop fucking with you when you actually cum.” 

Emily brought the base of her fist down on John’s flabby sack, sending arcs of pain up his spine. He attempted to suck his nuts between his closed legs. Emily wouldn’t allow it. She snatched one of John’s squishy nuts between two of her fingers. She pressed at either side, making sure they wouldn’t slip out. John nearly passed out, the acute nut pain and lack of breath taking its toll. Sensing his demise, Emily lifted herself off of John’s face. 

“Here’s the catch though, I won’t be touching you directly.” Emily said; she gripped John’s one testicles, rubbing it up and down her palm.  

She pulled upward, slipping his other testicle out of his legs. She slipped her other hand out of his ass. She quickly gathered more body wash from between her tits, before slipping her finger back into John.  

“The sooner you can cum, the sooner the pain ends.” Emily said. 

Emily plopped her pussy back onto John’s face without warning, drowning him. She pressed against his prostate, while twisting his single nut in a circular motion. She stretched his nut cord to the limit. Before long. John was crying again. 

“Crying isn't going to make you cum any quicker, I suggest you extract pleasure from this pain. It will help.” Emily edged, digging her fingers into John’s sore testicle. “I’m speaking from experience you know. Care to hear a story?” Emily added, nonchalantly. 

John couldn’t comprehend her words, only pain. He bucked his hips wildly, trying to mash his penis head into the falling water droplets. His attempts were futile. The more he bucked his hips, the harder Emily squeezed his precious nuts.  

“It was a few years ago. I was traveling abroad with my family. I was walking by myself, in the middle of the day, when this man had the audacity to grab me.” 

Emily restructured her grip again, trapping both of John’s nuts between her fingers. She squeezed harder and harder, until John’s cock began to shrink again. 

“Well, he may not have been trying to grab me. Either way, I kicked him in the nuts so hard he left the ground. It was a real rush, feeling his nuts warble around my feet. Seeing that there wasn’t anyone around us, I decided to take advantage of him.” 

Emily rubbed her finger along John's prostate, arousing his cock back to its magnificent size. John moaned against Emily's pussy. 

“He was really sweet, washing me with compliments while I crushed his nuts under my foot. Well, to the point, I guess. When I took them out and squeezed, he actually ejaculated over my hand. It must have been really intense. I was a bit of a loose cannon back then, I had much less control than what I have now.” 

To demonstrate, Emily let go of John's testicles, letting them rest between his legs. She brought her hand down, slapping them with deadly precision. No matter which way they would flail, her hand always managed to strike them with equal nut busting pain. 

“Point is John, some men can come when getting their testicles tortured. Well, with that man, I may have actually crushed his nuts permanently. I hope you’ll come before that happens.” Emily jammed a second finger into John’s pussy, adding more stimuli. “This pleasure should push you over the edge.” 

John couldn’t feel anything but pain. Not the water striking his skin, not the hard tiles, not Emily’s soft underside siphoning his air. She was squeezing his nuts again. It was as if she was trying to milk the cum out of him. She tugged his sack, massaging his nut cords between her fingers while stretching his asshole with two more.  

John came. Emily squeaked; her prisoners cum spurted from his slit, splashing against her chin and all over her chest. John bucked his hips wildly, his dribbling cum pooling on his chest. Emily squeezed his nuts tighter, as if it was the source of his cum, not his pain. Surprisingly, the more she squeezed, the more semen spouted from John’s limp cock. Her fingers rubbed into his ass, excreting more inscrutable pleasure.  

He passed out, the pain, excitement, and lack of air all contributing to his darkness. Emily removed herself, but kept her eyes trained on John’s leaking cock. His pooling cum ran down his sides and into the drain. Even though his cock was shriveling, he was still leaking like a broken faucet. His balls protruded out from his thighs. Red and swollen, they were breathing independent of John’s ragged heaving. Emily almost wanted to touch them, they were so tempting.  

Holding back, she rubbed herself clean of semen. John slowly curled at her feet, gaining his consciousness. Emily hummed, washing her breasts and stomach squeaky clean. She shut the water off and walked out, leaving John crying on the wet tile. 

“We’d better stop for tonight; it’s getting a little late. We wouldn’t want to be late to school tomorrow.” Emily winked, wrapping a fluffy towel around her waist.  

She left the bathroom. John rolled over to his side. He looked at his twitching cock. It was still shooting clear liquid out, stickying the white surface. He rubbed his ass; it still felt violated, in pain. Emily returned with her journal, phone, and pen. 

“Open up!” Emily grinned, standing over John. 

“Please let me rest.” John sputtered; he looked up at Emily. 

She had a second towel wrapped around her large breasts. Admittedly, it didn’t do a great job concealing anything. From a proper angle, John could see her smushed mounds escaping the tight towel. 

“I don’t give a fuck if you sleep in the shower all night. I’m going to get your measurement one way or another. I’ll leave it up to you. Surrender your testicles to me, or feel a sliver of my strength.” 

Emily knelt down, waiting on John to open up. John knew no amount of verbal or physical pleading would save him from that glare of hers. Her intentions were true as ever. 

John turned onto his back, and spread his legs revealing his beaten sack to his tormentor. 

“Thank you, John. You're finally coming along.” Emily giggled. 

Without hesitating, she gripped the base of John’s sack, sending jolts of gut-wrenching pain throughout his body. She slid the blue ribbon along his wet scrotum, making sure it was snuggly fit. 

“Oh my. 10-inch testicular circumference. You’re making progress in more than one way! Let me get a few pictures too.” 

John’s eyes were closed; he couldn’t bear looking at the damage Emily had caused. Emily didn’t view it the same way. 

“John.” She said. 

Emily ripped the ribbon from John’s scrotum. Before John could cover up again, she shot her hand down, ripping what she could of his swollen sack. He cried at the top of his lungs, feeling Emily’s claws ravage his tender nuggets. John’s hands shot down to his genitals. It was all futile. Emily was far too strong.  

Emily inched forward; the teen pressed herself against John, feeling him spasm beyond her towel wrappings. She smiled, watching his eyes bulge from his head.  

“I’m not squeezing hard at all John, are you really that sensitive?” 

John nodded, banging his head against the white tile floor. He yearned for darkness, anything to escape Emily’s torture grip. He screamed again. 

“Really? More screaming? I couldn’t even crush a grape with this grip.” Emily chuckled; right after that, she increased her handhold, to the strength to crush a grape. John’s head nearly burst with blood. 

“Want me to stop? Listen well.” Emily commanded.  

She licked her lips and tugged harder, bringing his sack halfway up her white thigh. She brought her free hand up John’s sternum, twisting his nipple when she found it. Her brazen hazel eyes bore into him. 

“If you haven’t figured it out yet. You belong to me, not just your balls.” Emily yanked his sack up, straining his spermatic cords. “I’ll break you in easily. So, we’ll end tonight with this. I’ll even give you a break tomorrow and the weekend.” 

Emily let go of John’s nuts, letting him curl into a tight ball. He silently wept. Drops of water trickling from his eyes onto the tiles. 

“You didn’t come here with much today in terms of clothes. I’ll lend you some of my dad's clothes for school tomorrow.” 

John groaned in response; Emily retrieved her phone, journal and pen from the wet floor. 

“Well, I’ll let you rest up. Your clothes will be outside the door.” 

Emily picked herself up and strutted to the door. She quickly glanced to the mirror spanning the long side of the room. She flicked her hair off her shoulders. In the foggy reflection, she could see John’s curled, twitching body; he looked cute. 

“Also, John, I’ve noticed Aria Hale has been talking to you more lately. Do me a favor and never talk to her, for your sake.” 

Emily left the room; John remained still, trying to cope with the pain and permanent loss of pride he may have had. 

 

 

 

 

Penny's Prim Tease

 

 Penny’s Prim Tease 

 --Contains non-consensual ballbusting-- 

Penny greeted Tim’s parents, giving them a small nod and hello before being let in. From across the living room, on a teal couch, sat Tim. Crossed legged, he barely paid attention to the busty baby-sitter.  

He was against the idea from the start; naturally, he complained. His whiny response probably contributed to his parent's decision to hire a baby-sitter in their absence. She arrived the same day.  

Penny walked with a clear confidence, her thick black heels taking her wherever she wanted. Her thick sole and heel thumped against the white rug as Tim’s parents led her to the kitchen. 

Tim tilted his head up just as his baby-sitter left the living room. Her long and wispy red hair caught his immediate attention, followed of course by her knee-high black platformers. Too encapsulated by his magazine to stand and follow, his lethargic nature overruled any curiosity he may have had. 

While it was quite mundane, the article became the center of his universe. He hardly realized his parents had already left. Tim jumped, the slamming door snapping him out of his suspension.  

“Hi Tim! My name is Penny!” Penny said, her voice bubbly and high.  

Tim dramatically dropped the magazine in his lap, actively trying to extend his protest to the baby-sitter.  

Penny giggled, watching Tim’s eyes widen with shock and excitement. To her, it was clear what he was staring at. She brushed her red hair to give him a better view of her assets. Her black and gray striped top pressed against her breasts, the creases in the fabric accentuating her modestly sized tits.  

“Hi.” Tim stammered. He gulped, wetting his dry throat. For a moment, he forgot all about his anger. 

Penny sauntered over, her breasts and slim hips acting as counterweights, allowing her to feature her womanly gait. She plopped down next to Tim, almost cuddling.  

“So, Tim. What do you like?” Penny asked; she brushed her red hair from her rounded bosom.  

Tim looked down for a moment. She didn’t feel real. Penny giggled, reminding Tim that he was still staring.  

“I don’t know.” Tim said, trying to break his intrusive stare. 

“That’s not really a good answer!” Penny laughed, covering her mouth with her slender, red fingernails. She had a black bracelet on her wrist, small metal trinkets hanging from the braid.  

“Oh? Do you like this?” Penny asked, showing Tim her black bracelet. 

“No.” Tim snapped, trying to refocus himself.  

Her body was oddly fragrant; it was a smell he had never encountered before; it drove him mad.  

“Oh.” Penny said; she was somewhat hurt by Tim’s crass attitude. 

Tim recalled his supposed anger, standing with gravitas and dramatism in mind. 

“I never asked for a baby-sitter!” He huffed, his back to Penny.  

“Oh Tim, please don’t be that way.” Penny pleaded. 

“Why did you parents even feel the need to get me a baby-sitter? We’re probably the same age!” 

“Do I look the same age as you, Tim?” Penny asked, standing.  

Tim whipped around, his face nearly in Penny’s poking chest; she was much closer than he thought. Clumsily, he took a few steps back, eyes still transfixed on her curvy breasts. 

“Look, Tim. Your parents aren't going to be home for another 5 hours! I think it would be better if we both get along, don’t you agree?” Penny asked, hands on her hips. 

Penny’s words bounced right off of Tim, her body all he wanted to focus on. His member twitched in his pants, awakened by her beautiful body.  

“Oh my god, Tim!” Penny gasped, watching Tim’s erection stretching the meshy fabric covering his groin. 

“Penny, this isn’t what it looks like.” Tim stammered. Red faced, he was too afraid to cover himself, thinking any attention given to his boner would incriminate him further. 

Penny stamped her chunky heel into the floor, startling Tim. She leaned forward, her tits jiggling in front of him. Before Tim had time to process anything, Penny’s black platformer found itself embedded in Tim’s squishy sack. Her leg was fully extended, her smooth quad pressing against her black frilly skirt. Penny’s back was almost parallel to the floor, using the meat between Tim’s legs to keep her from falling. Her autonomous tits bounced as the strike resonated throughout her body. 

Following Penny’s feminine grunt and brutal nut kick came Tim’s own screams. His body went into survival mode, his most precious belongings screaming in pain.  

Penny set her foot down again, her stance wider than before. She propped her modest chest with her arms, letting out a bratty snort, watching Tim fall to his knees. She flicked her long red hair over her shoulder, letting the pain envelop the boy. 

“Oh my god, Penny. You kicked my balls.” Tim moaned, teary eyed. He cupped his sore nuts, falling onto his face. 

“I’m letting you off easy! What’s wrong with you Tim? Getting hard for your baby-sitter? That’s sick.” Penny spat, walking past him.  

Tim crawled back to his teal couch. He spread his legs wide, giving his hot testicles precious room and time to recuperate.  

“Move your hands.” Penny commanded; Tim’s busty baby-sitter had a blue ice pack in her hands. 

Tim groaned in response, keeping his trembling hands glued to his pants. 

“Don’t be a baby.” 

Penny forcefully removed Tim's hands from his crotch; she then stuffed the ice pack in his nuts.  

“Ow.” Tim grunted. 

“This should help with the swelling.” Penny said, pressing it deeper into Tim’s crotch. 

“Why did you kick me in the balls?” Tim groaned. 

“Do you really need to ask that? You got a boner. Because of me. Did you really think I would let you off easy?” Penny huffed.  

“What if you broke them?” Tim whined. 

As soon as he said that, Penny removed the ice covering his nuts. Forcefully, she squeezed them in her hands. Tim cried out, trying to pry her intrusive hand from his meat. 

“Look Tim. You better not mention this to your parents. If you do, I’ll say you attacked me with your thing. We don’t want that to happen, do we?” Penny gritted, squeezing harder. 

“Please! Let go!” Tim gasped.  

Penny released him, shoving the ice pack into his genitals.  

“Repeat after me. I won’t tell my parents Penny kicked me in the nuts. I won’t tell my parents anything Penny did.” She said. 

“I won’t tell my parents Penny kicked me in the nuts. I won’t tell my parents anything Penny did.” Tim nodded rapidly.  

A seductive smile crept across the red-haired sitter's face; everything was going her way. 

“Alright Tim, I believe you. Stay right there. I’ll make us some sandwiches to start off with. I’m actually a reasonable baby-sitter. I’m sure we’ll get along.” Penny said, walking off to the kitchen, leaving Tim with his pain. 

 

Not ten minutes had passed, yet Tim’s ice pack had lost its cool. Tim gingerly lifted it off his testicles; he poked his sack through his red shorts, trying to feel for any irregularities. Other than some sensitivity, they felt fine overall.  

Gaining some confidence back, he decided to confront Penny. Halfway to the kitchen, it dawned on him he had no idea what he was going to say. Penny had already well established what would happen if he told his parents. Still, he decided to enter the kitchen, to at least put away the wet pack. 

“Hey Tim! How are your bits feeling?” Penny giggled. 

The busty baby-sitter was lathering a piece of bread with yellow mustard. Slices of ham and tomato were spread along a cutting board. 

“I hope you like mustard.” She said.  

Tim silently watched her for a moment, specifically at her sloping breasts.  

“I’m fine.” He squeaked, walking past her to the freezer.  

“Coming through Tim!” Penny said, her bare arm brushing past Tim.  

She opened the fridge door, placing the mustard bottle inside. Tim stood, his face a deep red. The stark blue light from the fridge illuminated Penny’s tight breasts; he could see it all up close. She wasn’t wearing a bra! Tim’s mouth was slightly agape, watching his baby-sitter perform a mundane task. 

“Sorry Tim, do you think you could move?” Penny asked, trying to close the fridge door. Too awestruck, Tim hadn’t moved.  

Penny blinked several times, tracing his eyes down to her perky breasts. She squinted, bringing her attention down to his taunt pants. Just as she expected, he was hard. 

She shot her knee out without hesitation, catching both of Tim’s nuts. The boy cried out, his world exploding. 

Tim clutched his testicles, falling to his knees. He groaned before Penny, his eyes level to her smooth legs; his tormentors.  

“Haven’t you learned yet Tim? Get a boner, and I’ll shrink it for you.” Penny bit, assembling their sandwiches like nothing happened. 

Tim felt his erection dissipate, his pain overwhelming. 

“Want your sandwich?” Penny said, handing one down to Tim. 

“I don’t have an appetite.” Tim whined, prodding his screaming testicles, making sure they were still there. 

“Well, view it this way Tim, if you stop getting erections, I won’t bust your nuts” Penny giggled, walking out to the living room, her high platformers sent vibrations through the wood floor. 

Tim took longer to recover. Penny’s knee had caught the most sensitive area of his already sensitive testicles, scooping up his vas deferens, squishing them against his pelvis. He grabbed another ice pack before walking out into the living room, his intention reaching his room, where he would lock himself up for the rest of the day, trying to recuperate his manhood. 

“Feeling a little better?” Penny asked, licking her fingers free of mustard; she had already finished her sandwich. Her thick black platformers were next to the teal couch. Penny had already made herself at home, her black socks resting on a low coffee table. 

“I’m going into my room.” Tim grumbled, trying to limp away. 

“Stop.” Penny commanded, standing.  

The red-haired sitter strutted to Tim, pushing her tits out. She stood less than a meter away, looking down on him. Even without her heavy platformers, she was far taller. 

“Tell me, how do your balls feel?” She sneered. 

“They hurt.” Tim admitted, readjusting the blue pack on his brutalized junk. 

“Let me see.” Penny commanded, bending down until her nose was inches away from Tim’s junk; the cold from the pack tickling her face. 

“What?” John blushed, taking a nervous step back. 

“You heard me. I want to make sure they aren't broken. I gave them a good racking with my knee earlier.” 

“I’m not showing you my dick!” Tim protested. 

“In case you haven’t been paying attention, I don’t want to see your dick. Now, show me your balls or we’re going to have problems.” Penny said sternly. 

Reluctantly, Tim obeyed his baby-sitter, exposing his hot nuts in front of her. Penny didn’t even blink, instead, she leaned closer, her warm breath tickling Tim’s hairy nut sack.  

Tim gritted his teeth, feeling what was coming. He was getting another erection, of all things. Penny’s beautiful face was just inches away from his most precious part, how could he not get an erection? 

Penny watched as Tim’s penis slowly expanded, his blood giving it new life. She smiled, and stood straight, her red hair flicking behind her, tits bouncing.  

She raised her knee up high, giving John a pleasant helping of her white panties. Another second passed. Penny rocketed the arch of her foot into John’s exposed nuts, a perfect kick from the bend of her knee.  

Tim opened his mouth wide, but no sound came out. He dropped to his knees for the third time, cupping his bare nuts. 

“Tim! You’re such a pervert! I was just trying to help you, and you get another boner? You’re shameless!” Penny huffed. “Pull up your pants, or don’t. I couldn’t care less.” She said, plopping herself back down on the couch. 

Tim buried his red face into the carpet, his bare ass in the air. He held the position indefinitely, trying to comfort his stricken nuts.  

Penny watched him struggle with his nut pain, totally amused. Unconsciously, she touched herself, first caressing her left underboob, then her damp panties. She grinned, thinking of all the ways she could attack Tim’s inflamed nuts, under the guise of killing his boner. 

Tim’s third recovery took the longest, the combined strikes of Penny compounding in a deep, unforgiving agony. Eventually, he gathered the strength to crawl. Still cupping his nuts, he inched his way to his room. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” Penny edged, standing from the couch.  

Tim groaned, trying to crawl faster. Penny wouldn’t allow it. She placed her foot on the small of his back, grinding it into him. 

“We should hang out together some more, why don’t you sit on the couch with me?” Penny giggled. 

Tim grunted. 

“Here, I’ll help you up.” Penny said, hoisting Tim up by the arm.  

The boy’s shorts were still wrapped around his thighs, parts of his red genitals in view of Penny. She giggled, watching his pathetic pair heave with every step. 

“Let me pull up my pants.” Tim said, reaching down.  

“Let's get you seated first.” Penny said; the baby-sitter shoved Tim to the couch, letting him curl up. 

Penny hopped on the couch next to Tim, her hip pressing into his head.  

“Now let’s try this again. Let me see your balls.” Penny commanded. 

“No.” Tim protested, curling more. 

“Don’t be that way.” Penny pouted, pulling Tim’s hands over his head.  

Tim’s body went into a panic, feeling his exposed vulnerability on display for Penny. His baby-sitter knelt above him, her thighs straddling his head. Tim saw her white panties again. He was in awe. Meanwhile, Penny worked his legs, laying them flat on the couch. She bent at her hip, her hanging tits nearly scraping against Tim’s chest. 

“Penny.” Tim yelped; he knew what was to come. 

“They look a little red to me, but not damaged.” Penny shrugged.  

Tim’s cock sprung to life again, unable to resist Penny’s gorgeous body on top of him. 

“Tim. You’re hard again. I’m going to need to punish you.” Penny stated. 

Tim closed his legs; but not before Penny’s fist slammed into his hot nuts. He cried into her panties, the white cloth absorbing most of the unpleasant noise. Penny sat up again; unable to conceal her laugh, she let it all out, watching Tim’s lower body squirm. 

“Let me go!” Tim cried, squeezing Penny’s thighs. 

“Since you asked so nicely.” Penny sighed, releasing her victim.  

Tim rolled off the side of the couch, back to the floor, the white carpet caressing his body. His warbled groan was music to Penny’s ears, knowing that she was the one who started it all. 

“You can just stay right there for now to rest up. Do you want me to grab you another ice pack? I can put it right on your balls.” 

“No.” Tim snapped, perfectly content in the fetal position. 

Penny laid back on the couch, using Tim’s recuperation time to rest. Her curvaceous breasts looked back at her through her thin stripe top. 

 

Penny yawned. At some point, she had drifted off, the comfy couch cradling her as she slept. 

“Tim, you still down there?” Penny asked, too lazy to look for herself. 

His meek groan affirmed it. 

“How long have you been down there for? When do you think you’re going to get up?” Penny huffed, teasing him. 

Tim’s pride had been irreparably damaged by his baby-sitter, in more ways than one. Yet, he still tried to salvage it. He stood slowly, trying to prove to Penny that he was strong. He looked down at her with reproach, trying to figure what she was thinking. The red-haired sitter just stared back at him; it was as if she was waiting for him to make the move. 

“Looks like you’re finally calmed down there, care to sit next to me?” Penny asked, sitting on the far end of the couch; she was clearly looking down, not at Tim. 

Still somewhat in a daze, it took him a moment to comprehend why she was suppressing a smile. He looked down, his flaccid penis and red balls greeting him. He yelped, pulling his shorts up as fast as he could. Penny giggled more, watching Tim’s face turn flush with embarrassment. 

“This isn’t funny.” Tim stammered. 

“Sure it is. It’s kinda cute how embarrassed you are about your balls.” Penny said, her own cheeks reddening. 

“I’m going to my room.” Tim mumbled; he limped away from Penny.  

“Well, if you get hungry let me know. I’ll put your sandwich in the fridge. But if you want anything else, let me know.” Penny called back. 

 

It wasn’t long before Tim returned. It had been an hour since Penny had stricken his nuts, maybe. The time he had been given to recuperate was enough for him to work back up his appetite. Stomach growling, he walked to the kitchen. 

“Oh, Tim! You’re back already?” Penny said.  

The curvy baby-sitter was sitting on Tim’s granite counter, sucking on a honey covered spoon. She licked it clean of its sticky gunk, watching Tim cross the room to the fridge. She swung her petite feet back and forth, tapping them against the hard wood of the counter, watching Tim walk to the fridge. 

She smiled, and threw down the spoon. The silverware bounced several times before coming to a rest. 

“Oh no! The floor will get all sticky.” Penny gasped.  

Tim’s baby-sitter crouched down on all fours, taking her time to pick up the spoon. She twisted her knees back and forth; her hips rotated as a result, mesmerizingly swaying back and forth. Finally standing, she whirled around, facing awestruck Tim.  

The boy had just consumed a hearty eyeful of his baby-sitter Penny’s pert ass. As it was all the times before, Tim’s cock grew in his pants. His penis unfurled, pressing against his thin underwear and meshy shorts; his nuts were completely defenseless. 

“You’re asking for it Tim!” Penny huffed, not hesitating to bash in Tim’s testicles.  

It was her hardest strike so far. Her fuzzy black sock sent Tim’s testicles into his pelvis, the arch of her foot connecting with his flattened nuts. The unguarded boy was partially launched off the ground, the balls of his feet the only part of him making contact with the floor.  

He let out a high pitch groan, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. His erection twitched and sputtered, his member unable to find the stimulus necessary to maintain itself. He collapsed at Penny’s feet. 

“Really Tim, I thought your dick would have learned by this point. Doesn’t getting kicked in the balls hurt? Like, a lot? Whenever I do this usually, they’re down for the entire night. But you just have to keep coming back for more.” Penny sneered; she placed the sticky spoon on the counter and crossed her arms, compressing her chest. 

“I’m sorry Penny, I can’t control it.” Tim sobbed.  

“Stand up.” Penny commanded. 

“What?” Tim coughed. 

“I said stand up Tim. If you don’t, I’ll tell your parents that you tried assaulting me. That should soundly explain your already swollen nuts, don’t you think?” Penny said. 

Tim pressed his arms into the ground, slowly rising to a kneeling position.  

“See Tim. You don’t have a boner, is it really that hard?” Penny said, pointing at his mushy bulge. 

“You kicked me in the balls, how could I possibly have a boner?” Tim coughed, placing his hand on the metallic surface of the freezer behind him for stability. 

“Oh Tim, you’ll need to learn at some point in your life.” Penny sighed. 

The red-haired sitter flicked her hair, brushing strands from her pert chest. She seductively slid her hand down to her stomach, pulling the seam of her shirt up, revealing more and more skin. 

Tim’s eyes widened, watching Penny pull it past her belly button, past her ribs, and to her underboob. 

“Like what you see, Tim?” Penny giggled; Tim’s cock was already throbbing through his red shorts. 

“Well, it looks like I need to teach you another lesson in humility.” Penny grunted, slamming her foot into John’s balls. 

Penny held her foot there, feeling Tim’s nuts shrivel up with pain, his sack scrunching against her. Tim wrapped his arms around Penny's leg, tears running down her smooth thigh. 

“What’s this?” Penny gasped, wiggling her toes on Tim’s crotch; he was still hard. 

Tim humped her leg, seeking pleasure for his cock. Penny looked down at him, trying to figure out what to do.  

“You're certainly persistent, I will give you that Tim.” Penny finally sighed. “Come on, let go. I’m going to give you one more kick.” 

“Please. I need to finish. I promise I’ll be good after this!” Tim pleaded, mashing the tip of his penis into Penny’s shin. 

“You’re disgusting.” Penny spat. “Let go and spread your legs. Right now.” 

Penny pulled away from Tim. Looking down at his crotch, she could see a conspicuous wet spot; pre-cum. 

“Spread your legs.” Penny commanded. 

Tim obeyed, despite knowing what was to come. Penny pressed her right foot into the ground, eyes focused on her two targets.  

“This one is going to really hurt.” Penny bit 

Tim’s baby-sitter's foot zipped past the stagnant air, until it connected right between the boy's testicles. As quick as her leg intruded, it receded backwards, Penny making sure Tim wouldn’t be able to cling to her.  

He cried out, his nuts on fire. Quickly, his boner died down, his spongy meat shriveling into his body.  

“Stay there Tim. I think you need to think about what you’ve done.” Penny huffed. 

“I haven’t done anything. You’re kicking me in the balls for no reason.” Tim protested, writhing in nut tearing pain. 

“Oh, grow a pair Tim.” Penny chuckled, walking back to the living room.

With several more hours until Tim’s parents would come home, Penny had time to wait. It would not be long before she repeated the process of hardening and softening Tim.