New girl in town

This was originally intended to be the introduction of a story that I’m going to publish on Friday featuring mixed ballbusting. I got a little carried away and it wound up being a little long… This story features very little ballbusting, and no male/male ballbusting at all. I hope you enjoy it nevertheless.

Featured in this story: Alex (click for pictures)

A few days ago, I met a new neighbor who had rented the floor in the warehouse right under our studio.

She seemed to be a nice girl, in her late twenties with long black hair, an attractive face and a very impressive pair of breasts. Whenever I saw her, she wore classy pantsuits, black high heeled shoes and white blouses showing a lot of cleavage.

Yesterday, when I saw her balancing a couple of boxes up the stairs, I offered my help and carried the boxes into her office. It turned out that we were in the same business.

Her name was Anita, and she had done some work in front of the camera before becoming a producer a couple of years ago. We instantly liked each other and I invited her to show her our studio the next day. I had nothing to do but my tax returns, and the rest of my staff had a day off.

Now we were sitting on the couch, drinking a cup of coffee.

“I visited your website”, Anita said, taking a sip from her cup.

I grinned weakly. “Yeah, a bit extreme, huh?”



Anita shrugged her shoulders and smiled. “Seems to be a market.”

I smiled. “We’re doing great at the moment. My guys are really awesome, and our members love them.”

Anita nodded, holding the cup with both of her hands. “Have you ever thought of branching out?”

I raised my eyebrows. “What do you mean? We’ve doing some other fetish stuff now and then, foot worship, trampling, chastity play – that sort of thing. But ballbusting is our main focus. I mean, the website is called Ballbusting Boys, right?”

Anita smiled at me. “But it’s all male on male, isn’t it?”

I nodded.

“Have you ever thought about doing female on male?” Anita said with a smile before taking another sip of coffee.

“Not really”, I said. “I mean, there are a lot of studios out there who do that.”

Anita nodded. “But it’s all very similar, isn’t it? Leather-clad dominatrix punishes ugly slave-guy with tiny equipment wearing a mask.” She rolled her eyes. “Boooring.”

I shrugged. “I don’t think I’d be good at shooting female on male stuff. I guess you need a female perspective to do it right.” I grinned at her. “Why don’t you try it?”

Anita grimaced. “I don’t know. I’ve never worked with balls before.”

I raised my eyebrows.

Anita laughed. “Well, I’ve kissed them and sucked them and played with them, and I sure have had their contents splattered all over my tits a few times – but I’ve never hurt them.”

I let out a laugh. “Are you seriously telling me that you’ve never hit a guy in the nuts?”

Anita raised her hand. “Never. I swear.”

I chuckled. “Well, with a little bit of tutoring I’m sure you’ll be a great ballbuster.”

The more we talked about the idea, the more it made sense. She had a lot of girls who were game for anything from tickling to tit-slapping, and who’d probably jump at the chance to bust a nice pair of balls. And I had access to some of the fattest, toughest, most beautiful balls in the business. It was a perfect match.

“Eventually you’ll have to find your own pool of bustable balls”, I said. “I mean, I’ll need them, too. And I need them in perfect condition, fresh and full.”

Anita laughed. “Don’t worry. It’d be great if we had some of your guys for training. But then we’ll find our own set of guys.”

I refilled our cups with coffee.

“From my experience”, I said. “You want the balls to be big and juicy. And make sure that the guy is able to deliver the money shot before he passes out.”

Anita raised her eyebrows. “You mean your guys cum from getting their balls busted?”

I smiled. “It’s just a matter of technique. And if it doesn’t work…” I got up and walked to my desk. Reaching inside the top drawer, I grabbed a small package containing a white powder. I held it up and winked at Anita. “Here’s a little helper.”

Anita’s eyes widened. “Cocaine?!”

“No, no, no”, I said quickly. “This is an amazing drug that one of my guys came up with. You just need a teaspoon and you’ll get an instant erection and ejaculate uncontrollably. It only works for guys, obviously.” I put the package on the table in front of her.

Anita opened the package and sniffed. “Never heard of something like that.” She dipped her finger into the powder and inspected it closely. “Interesting.”

“It makes things a lot easier sometimes”, I said with a smile. “Sometimes it’s hard for a guy to cum when his nuts have just been crushed to paste.” I shrugged. “A teaspoon of that, and the floodgates are open …”

We both laughed and she placed the package on the table again.

“Okay, so we’ll do this, right?” Anita said with a smile. “You’ll bring some of your boys, I’ll bring some of my girls, and we’ll see what happens.”

I chuckled. “I’m pretty sure the boys will love it.”

Anita grinned. “You sure?”

I grimaced. “Not really.”

We burst out laughing.

“Alright, let’s settle on a date”, I said.

Anita pulled out her phone and I walked over to my desk.

“Hmm”, I said, flipping through the calendar. “Usually I try to get the boys at least a week to recover after a session. Bruised ballbags look pretty awful on camera…” I scratched my head. “What about Friday?”

“Huh?” Anita said.

“Friday?” I repeated

“Yeah, Friday’s great”, she said.

“It’s a date”, I said and made a note in my calendar.

I got up and walked back to the couch. “I’ll bring a couple of boys so you’ll have plenty of balls to work with.” I took a big gulp of coffee. “They won’t be too happy about it because, well, it’s a Friday, and it’ll probably ruin their weekend…” I chuckled. “I’ll tell them not to jerk off or have sex until Friday so your girls can bust a load or two out of their balls…”

Anita smiled at me. “Well, in a pinch we’ll have the powder, right?”

I laughed. “Yeah, it works best when the balls are nice and full but it’ll drain them anyway. I haven’t had to use it often but it’s pretty awesome. It initiates one orgasm after another until the testicles are completely and utterly empty.” I grinned and emptied my coffee.

Anita smiled at me.

Suddenly, I felt something funny in my groin. I looked down at my crotch to find that my dick was rock hard and sneaking down the leg of my dress pants.

Confused, I looked up at Anita.

Anita smiled at me.

I blinked.

My balls pulled up in their sack.

Then everything happened fast. It was as if lightning had struck me. My body tensed. Stars appeared in front of my eyes. I felt my dick twitch and throb. My balls pulled up tighter and tighter until I felt nothing but pain. They felt like they were compressing and expanding at the same time, like there was some inexplicable force trying to pull them apart from within. I had never felt that way before. My skin was hot and cold at the same time. I felt every fiber of my body. It was frightening and scary and painful and but somehow arousing at the same time.

And it must have looked extremely funny because Anita had a laughing fit. Her laughter sounded as if her mouth was directly connected to my ear and yet far, far away.

Then I felt as if I was buried in a tidal wave of water, and my dick started shooting.

Anita’s laugh grew louder and louder as my body was rocked by the most powerful orgasm I had ever experienced. My cock started shooting, and I felt my cum running down my leg inside my trousers.

My balls pumped out spurt after spurt after spurt of spunk.

After what seemed like an eternity, the pain faded. Anita later told me that it had been more than half an hour.

I looked down. I was standing in a puddle of cum. My trousers were drenched. My shoes were soaked.

I looked at Anita.

“Sorry”, she said breathlessly, holding her belly, her eyes wet with tears of laughter. “I just had to do it.”

“I’m sure it looks funny“, I croaked, “but I really wanted to save that cum for---“

There was a new lightning strike and I let out a pitiful groan.

The second orgasm was worse than the first, and the third one was worse than the second. If I had to choose, I’d say that the ninth orgasm was the worst of all, maybe just as bad as the tenth and eleventh, because when those three happened, there was nothing left in my balls at all. Nothing but hot air. My balls were pumping and pumping but nothing came out.

Apparently, for the lack of a teaspoon, Anita had just poured a generous amount of the powder into my coffee.

Somewhere between the second and the third orgasm, Anita stopped laughing and started to feel guilty and became genuinely concerned, apologizing countless times and offering to call an ambulance. Thank goodness I was able to convince her not to. What would the doctors do? There’s no antidote that I know of, and worse than cumming uncontrollably in your own four walls is cumming uncontrollably in the hallway in front of the emergency room, right?

Anita insisted that she stayed until it was over even though – in the few coherent moments that I had – I tried to convince her to leave and let me deal with it.

She drank two more pots of coffee while I was emptying the complete contents of my testicles into my trousers.

Finally, it seemed to be over.

“It seems to be over”, I croaked.

Anita bit her lower lip and smiled sheepishly. “I’m so sorry”, she said with a guilty smile. “I really didn’t think it was this effective.”

I managed to let out a weak laugh. “It’s great, isn’t it?”

Anita chuckled and poured me cup of coffee.

I eyed the cup suspiciously.

Anita laughed. “Don’t worry. It’s black. No milk, no sugar, no orgasm inducing drugs.”

I cleared my throat. “I think I’d rather have a glass of water”, I said throatily. “I need to replenish my fluids…”

Anita nodded and got up.

I groaned. “The fridge is---“

“I know”, Anita said. “I’ve had plenty of time to look around while you were… busy…”

While Anita was gone, I looked at my trousers. They looked as if someone had emptied a gallon of cream on one leg.

When she came back, I eagerly emptied three glasses of water.

“Ahh”, I sighed. “That’s better.”

“How are you feeling”, Anita asked.

“Exhausted”, I replied truthfully. “Sore.”

Anita nodded sympathetically.

“At least now I know what I put my guys through”, I quipped with a crooked smile.

We both laughed.

I scratched my head. “You know, I’ve just had a crazy idea.”

Anita raised her eyebrows.

“You told me you have never hit a guy in the balls”, I said.

Anita nodded.

“And since my balls are pretty much ruined anyway”, I continued, “well, why don’t we make the most of it?”

Anita stared at me. “You mean…”

I got up. I was still a bit wobbly on my legs but I managed to keep my balance. “Sure, kick me in the nuts and we’ll call it a day.”

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Anita said slowly.

“Well, it’s better than doing my tax returns”, I said, trying to sound confident.

“Is it?” Anita asked.

I pointed at my wet crotch. My trousers were clinging to my body, outlining both of my drained balls perfectly. “It’s a great idea. Go on.”

Anita brought her leg back and sent it smashing up between my thighs. The sharp tip of her high heeled shoe sunk into my package, piercing my left nut before her instep flattened both of my testicles like pancakes.

My world exploded.

“It’s a bad idea!” I shrieked before collapsing on the ground, clutching my nuts and squealing in agony.

Anita tried to suppress a smile. “Maybe I better---“

“Go!” I yelled. “Please go!”

She chuckled. “It was really nice to meet you, Alex. See you on Friday!”