I thought I’d drop a blog about my 4 most memorable “Trick shots”.
There are nearly as many different ways to pound nut sacs as there are nut sacs in the world, and really there’s no wrong way to do it as long as you get them dead on. Although let’s be honest, even a tiny glancing blow from a backhanded flick of the wrist can turn some pantywaist loser into a squealing mess of testicle pain. But it’s always been my opinion that the truly most funny gonad pranks are ones that the boy doesn’t see coming. Boys of all ages are usually so keen to protect their bounce-balls that it can be hard to get a dead-on, perfectly lined up scrotum blast. So, here are my favourite methods over the years.
Also since you’re reading this, before we go any further together, go ahead and do yourself a favour right now… by grabbing your left ball in your hand and squeeze it in your palm, so that your lil’ racquetball has nowhere to go. Now, pull it up so it’s looking right at you. Now, pretend your right fist belongs to Miss Ballbusting Stacy… and bash that lone testicle as hard as you know I would. NOW!
I want you to read about ball pain and experience ball pain at the same time, just so you know what we’re talking about in this blog. Plus, I really like to know my readers have a nice warm feeling in their guts as they’re reading. So, just do it. Hurry up, we haven’t got all day.
1) See Magical Stars!
This was the first ball-prank I was ever made aware of. Before this I always just kicked balls the old fashioned way, with no ruses. During a mixed-gender summer camp I went to one year, there was this annoying boy named Jerry who would always prank people. He got my friend with one of those electrified gum pranks that shocks you when you pull out the gum, and he threw a stink bomb in the girls’ changing room at swimming. I said to the rest of the girls that we should prank him by kicking his balls into orbit the very next time we laid eyes on him, and my friend Ellen said, “Even better, let’s make him ‘See Stars'”
I was like, “Huh? How does that work?”
She said, “We just kick him in the balls but first we trick him into making it super easy for us.” She proceeded to explain how, and we agreed it was a marvellous plan.
So later that day we catch Jerry in his bathing suit just after going swimming and two of us girls invited him over to the rest of the girl group to “See Stars.” It was going pretty easy, though at first he was suspicious. So we did a “fake one” first. I told Ellen to stand with her feet double shoulder width apart. Jerry looked on as I told her, “Now put your arms straight out at shoulder height. Palms up.” She complied. At this point Jerry was teasing Ellen by saying how he could see her nipples through her damp blouse. Ellen half-stopped what she was doing and covered her chest coyly.
“What the fuck Jerry you weirdo pervert!” she said.
I added, “Gross Jerry, you can’t see anything, you’re imagining it… Ignore him and concentrate, Ellen. Hands out, palms up. Now look up and close your eyes. On the count of four, open your eyes and tell me what you see”. Ellen followed my instructions and I counted to 4.
She opened her eyes and looked up and said, “Oh my god wow, the stars are crazy! This is amazing, I also feel it in my fingers. That’s so cool!”
Jerry said, “Okay move over, I want to try! Do me next.” So, we got him standing there with his legs spread super wide, palms up, head back, eyes closed.
“Don’t open your eyes even for a second or it ruins it.” I said.Meanwhile Ellen and I lined up our shots real good. Taking a couple practice steps to get the footwork just right on the immense ball-pranking-shots we were about to take. The other girls had covered their mouths and were trying so hard to suppress giggles.
“Okay, on four, open your eyes.” I said, “One…Two…”
Of course, Ellen and I had agreed that on the count of “three” I would kick his dick into space, immediately followed by her own kick. We’d even practiced our double kick earlier for like 10 minutes to get the timing right. The trick was to pay attention to my steps and start your running kick after she saw me start my run, that way she was just one step and a fraction of a second behind.
“Three…” I started my ball run, an instant later so did Ellen. Step, step, SMASH! Double-SMASH! It worked perfectly! Our shoes were like a couple of well oiled plum pounding machines as they crashed into Jerry’s glands one after the other. Ellen’s foot burst into his nutbag so quickly after mine that I’m quite sure the first teste blast hadn’t yet reached his brain. Thud-thud. It lifted him up off his feet and down he came crashing into the ground. We squealed with delight, and all the other girls were in tears of laughter which had gathered quite a crowd now.
“Four!” I continued after a moment, “Jerry open your eyes! Do you see stars?!” Everyone laughed even harder at that. Jerry for his part was just crying on the ground.
“Hey Jerry, quit pranking us girls. If you wanna prank someone keep it to the boys, okay, have fun with your stars and all that.”
Jerry didn’t do a single prank to any girls for the whole rest of the summer camp so, mission accomplished.
2) Hey! What’s that?
I am a bit worried that a lot of these stories have the same sort of feel to them, but they are a bit different because as you get older your methods need to evolve. Boys are always pretty easily tricked though, especially if it’s by a woman they have a big crush on. Luckily I have been blessed with a fair few over the years.
So fast forward to me at university. I was hanging out with a mixed group of boys and girls and we were drinking beers and smoking cigarettes and trying to look cool, and I guess I thought it would be funny to pull a quick ball-prank on one of the more annoying boys. I pointed up at the corner of the brick building we were standing next to, “Hey Dan, is that CCTV camera following us?” He looked up and was about to say something when he got my black converse All-Star suddenly buried in his family jewels.
“Awwrrgghhh!” he said, and he tried to laugh it off. His knees locked together and he bent over. He was laughing, I was laughing, everyone was laughing. His cigarette fell out of his mouth.
“Oh shit. You got me.” He said, and he dropped down to his knees. He stopped laughing now. It had been about 30 seconds and he was no longer pretending he was in on the joke. I guess the pain in his worthless family jewels had at this point reached its zenith.
“Yeah no shit I got you. Go down!” I said, and pushed him closer to the pavement. Dan curled into a fetal position and started dry heaving.
“Don’t be a baby in front of your best mates” I said. I’d seen it all before by then and I knew I’d only testi-blasted him at about 50% Stacy-power, which let’s be honest though, is still a quite hard cock-punt. My roommate, another ballbuster, was with us and she rolled her eyes and laughed at Dan and said to him, “Yeah she didn’t even kick you as hard as she could.”
I probably said something like, “Oh wait, there isn’t a CCTV camera there, I must have imagined it.” The important thing is, for these sorts of surprise ball attacks, from a legs-length away, it’s ideal to get the boy to look up and away from you so you can really get a good wind up for a solid delivery.
3) Distract & Attack!
You don’t always have room for an, “Look up there!” sort of ruse, and have to instead resort to other feminine wiles. Another favourite of mine is the Distract & Attack method. This works well in a nightclub or a bar-type of environment when everyone is out and having fun. A few years ago I went to Edinburgh to visit my friend and we were all having a wonderful time, dancing late into the night. Everyone was pretty drunk, sweaty, horny and the dance floor was absolutely packed (remember when that used to happen?). I was dancing with this hot American guy, my huge titties were pressed up against him, when I felt his hand go down my back and squeeze my butt. I didn’t mind because I was clearly into him, but then I noticed that he put his hands on my shoulders, touching my neck and playfully tugging on my ear.
Wait, who the fuck was touching my ass? I turned around and there was this skeezy guy blatantly feeling my bum! I stopped dancing, my mouth dropped open, then closed, and he laughed. I leaned over and yelled in his ear “You want some more?”
“Where babe?” he yelled back. So I leaned over towards him, my boobs glistening together in the blue club light. I nodded my head and bit my lip. He came a step closer and I saw his hands come up towards me, so I leaned in and just as his thumbs brushed up against the sides of my breasts I brought my knee up into his pervert bollocks.
It’s actually best to use the lower part of the thigh so you have a large surface area that smashes into the offending goolies, the vulnerable and sensitive male organs simply have nowhere to go and get pulverized into hopefully nothing, especially if you’re a beautiful young lady full of righteous anger.
He let out a pain stifled, “Eurgh!” and just went straight down to the sticky dark floor. There were so many people crowded around he sort of disappeared into the floor. Down there it kind of smelled like stale beer and indistinguishable spirits, but it was the best place for him.
No one stopped dancing, and instead everyone danced around him as he was crumpled on the disgusting floor. A small woman with short hair asked us “What happened to him??”
I said, “He touched my bum!”
She laughed and spanked him on the butt and we all kept on dancing.
Me and the American went off to get a cool drink and I never saw the stupid butt-toucher again. In fact I completely forgot about the whole groin-kneeing incident entirely except that I’d written it in old journal. I remembered the American and the night out, but the complete destruction of the perverts future family lineage was a non-event, however, still funny enough to put in the journal as a sentence, but as in more of a “How dare he!” Kind of way. It’s nice to look back and remember the little details after all.
4) Trick Ball Vice!
This was a good one because it was one of those boys who’s like, “Do anything, I don’t care, my balls are yours!”. I like these kinds of boys for obvious reasons, but mostly because I don’t have to worry about getting sued if I literally ruin their stupidity stones. This isn’t really a “tricked into ballbusting” story but instead, testing their ballbusting limits and trying something new.
So I said, “Okay this’ll be fun, I’ll squeeze your balls. First, let me tie you up.” So he dutifully let me do so. But, here’s the trick! The testicle vice! Woohoo! He didn’t see that one coming.
After I tie him up, I pull his nuts through the hole and clamp it shut so tight that it just won’t go down any further. The balls have nowhere to go. Unless his danglers want to compress into a singularity they simply cannot be squished any more.
He’s screaming and screaming “No! No! Nooo stooooop!” and so I stuff a ball-gag into his mouth, because we don’t want to wake the neighbours do we? Just kidding. No one can hear him, but the screams were annoying to me.
Now he’s screaming, more quietly, “mmffmmmmmmff!” but he can’t take the gag out or touch his balls because he’s all tied up and I’m pretty sure he can feel his testicles dying as I’m laughing at him. As much fun as this is to watch, it’s also very fun to just leave and go about my housework. Maybe read a book. Have a spot of lunch. It’s delicious to know that as I’m cheerfully going about my day, his nougats are causing him to experience a fantastical sort of time dilation. As I eat my crunchy apple, his ball-seconds tick by, each moment drawn out into agonising nut terror. The existential fear of genetic annihilation creeping into his heart as his testes die more every second, starved of oxygen. If there is anything left of his babymakers, the DNA machines are probably all fucked up so let’s hope he never tries to have kids because it’ll probably come out funny.
I heard that if you leave the testicles without oxygen for 15 minutes, they die. So I left them for 20 minutes, just to be safe. When I got back they were in an awful shape. Flat and purple, they looked like dead zombie balls. I don’t know if they survived, but they still felt pain, whatever that indicates. You see, because when I kicked them as hard as I could a few moments later, they hurt so bad that the stupid boy completely passed out! He was able to stay conscious for 20 minutes of the most extreme ball agony, but just one full force kick to those same pre-agonized balls sent him to lights-out land! A wonderful result, and I can’t recommend it enough. Every lady needs to take advantage of a submissive ball-perv. Trick him a little, he’ll get over it. All these ball-perverts want is to “go hard or go home”, “test themselves”, get ball-knocked out, be humiliated, embarrass themselves and show a pretty lady how inadequate and weak the male form is, who am I to say no to that? Trust me, give them what they want, and they’ll be eating out of the palm of your hand like a little puppy dog. You’ll see.
Anyway, tricks are good and any ladies are free to borrow any of these methods. You boys, let me know in the comments if these or any other cool ball-tricks ever happened to you, you know I love a good laugh.
p.s You had better not have read this without punching yourself in the balls!
Stacey is amazing in how she describes her ballbusting skills. The more I read, the more I want to meet her and let her kick my balls into my throat
I would so love to go see Stacey and let her kick my pathetic balls into my stomach. I know I’d probably cry and throw up but it would be worth the pain to have that experience from miss Stacey.
I identify myself so much with the second one… In the beginning only tries to keep laughing (it’s ok, it doesn’t hurt that much, is funny), but then the pain wins and no more laugh. Well, everybody else laughs for a while, but even they leave and only remains pain and humiliation
Im caught in a big dilemma. I’ve never been kicked in the balls before, but realise it must hurt. I have a fantasy of Stacy being the first to kick me in the balls, but at the same time, I’m not sure if I’d want the pain… this blog post is pretty hot
When I was 7 my next door neighbor invited me over and we got in the back of a truck that was her step dad’s that no longer ran and as soon as I cleared the tailgate she kicked me in the balls and at first it didn’t hurt so much she missed them the next kick she got them. I retaliated I said no and I kicked her I must have missed everything cuz she didn’t react, she kicked me again and this time she got everything. I reared back and kicked her with everything I had. I felt my tip of my shoe enter her little cooch. She screamed and cried at the top of her lungs. I got scared and I ran home. Back then I felt guilty for kicking her but she got what she deserved. Now I think back to that moment and I don’t want to retaliate, but open my legs wide and let her kick me as many times as she wants to. This shaped my understanding of my love for ballbusting along with the time I got kicked during a soccer game by a girl, I was 10. I had to be carried off the field, I passed out from the pain. She full on punted my balls up my throat. It was an accident. The next time I was at a sleepover at a friend’s and everyone was either asleep or outside. The friend’s younger sister’s, one was 10 the other 9. I was 13. They came over where I was and asked if I wanted to play hide and seek. I said no and leave me alone. The younger one tackled me to the ground landing across my chest. While that’s happening the other one walked between my legs, sat back and started to slam her booty into my crotch over and over again. Both of them laughing, me moaning in agony. It felt both good and it hurt. I remember something weird happening. I pre-came. To this day I’m not sure they knew what they were doing but it sure crushed my nuts and I knew they knew that. If I was to somehow meet you I’d ask for you to start with that and then you could stomp my nuts for awhile. Then sit on my chest and take my pants off, hold my dick down while you pound my nuts till they swell and I pass out from the pain. Thank you Stacy for being a badass chick
My first kick to the balls was a trick by my older sister. I was a nice and fairly gullible kid. When I was around 7 or so. She was 9 or 10. We were both into karate and Ninja Turtles and that stuff. She said she was going to show me a karate move. I should have been skeptical but I was young and gullible. It was a deceptively straightforward trick.
We stood facing each other. She said that I should stare down at her left foot (which was to my right). I’ll never forget the shoes. They were her brand new and favourite white dress shoes. They had a bit of a heel, but not too high. They were kinda pointed but the toe itself wasn’t a sharp point. I remember how shiny and glossy they were.
So, I was only supposed to look at that one foot. It was so long ago, I have no idea what I was thinking. I think my instinct was just to go along with it. It felt like a while that I was only looking at that foot, but who knows. I do recall that sense of tunnel vision, where you lose peripheral vision. And I think that was the point of the trick :0
One second, I’m standing there, focused on that foot. And the next second there is this explosion between my legs. I had no warning at all. I was so focused on that foot that I didn’t even see her other foot swinging up between my legs.
Recall, I had never been kicked in the balls before. I didn’t even know what balls were – seriously. Had never given a moment’s thought to them. I just remember the sound and feeling of her shoe making contact. And then I stood there, frozen, and looked up at her face. She wasn’t smiling – yet. She was looking at me, probably curious to see how I would react?
What I DO remember with agonizing clarity is the moments where we stood there looking at each other, and the growing tidal wave of pain that began to work its way up my abdomen. Sometime later, when my sister would recount it to her friends, she said I had the most funny look on my face and that I was making funny noises. I’ll have to take her word for it.
I remember the agonizing seconds as the pain grew and grew, until suddenly my whole world collapsed around me. I collapsed to the ground and began screaming at the top of my lungs. I remember rolling around and kicking my legs to try to make the pain go away, but it didn’t work, obviously.
It must have been a funny site, because my sister started laughing hysterically, which I only vaguely remember, as I had other things on my mind – like my world coming to an end. Even later when she would talk about it, she would laugh so much, and it helped me remember how much she laughed at me as I was screaming and rolling around.
Not sure how long that went on for, felt like an eternity. At some point, my sister realized that someone might hear my screams and might come to see what’s going on, so she shoved my face into a pillow from the couch! Talk about adding insult to injury. I wasn’t even allowed to scream and cry in the way I wanted to as I endured this life altering pain. I do remember screaming into the pillow for what felt like a long time.
Finally my screaming subsided into crying and I cried for what felt like ever.
Later, my sister told me she had gotten me “in the balls”, and I still didn’t really know what they were. I remember the moment I felt down there, and rather than just noticing my penis, I felt these two things hanging there. I noticed they were round. And I still remember that “aha” moment of being like, “oh, they’re round. They’re BALLS.” Lol