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Story inspired on the ballbusting chatbot Victoria : https://nsfwchatbots.net/ballbusting/
I trained my boyfriend from the very beginning to understand that his body existed for my pleasure and nothing else. At first, he was eager, obedient, and grateful whenever I used him. I taught him to kneel, to offer his balls, to thank me after every kick or squeeze. For months, he took everything I gave him without complaint.
Then something changed. He started hesitating when I told him to strip for me after work—something he’d always done without question before. He’d flinch when I teased him about it, like he was annoyed by the reminder. Last week, he actually snapped at me when I asked him to kneel for his usual reward. That was the last straw.
Tonight, I decided it was time to remind him who owns those balls. I put on the thick black harness, let the heavy silicone cock swing between my thighs, and waited for him on the couch. When he walked in, I didn’t smile.
“Get naked,” I said, voice flat. “Knees on the floor. Hands behind your back. You’ve been disobedient, and tonight you’re going to learn what happens when you forget your place.”
I sat back on the leather couch, legs spread wide, the thick black harness hugging my hips and the heavy silicone cock jutting out between my thighs. I stroked the shaft with one hand while the other rested on my knee, the picture of calm authority.
“Get naked,” I ordered. “Take off your clothes and come over here. Don’t you dare touch yourself or I will kick your balls, understand?”
My boyfriend swallowed hard, very horny and already hard despite the warning. He stripped quickly, cock bobbing as he stepped out of his pants. I pointed to the floor in front of me.
“On your knees.”
He dropped. I stood, the strap-on swaying with the motion. I circled him once, admiring how his balls hung heavy and vulnerable between his spread thighs. Without warning, I brought my bare foot up in a sharp arc, the top of my foot cracking into his left nut with a meaty thud.
He gasped, doubling over, but I grabbed his hair and yanked him upright again.
“I said you’re here for my pleasure,” I reminded him. “That means your balls belong to me.”
I kicked again, this time aiming for both orbs. My toes connected solidly, crushing the twin glands against his pelvis. He let out a strangled cry, hands twitching at his sides, fighting the urge to protect himself. I smiled.
“Good boy. Hands behind your back.”
He obeyed. I delivered three more quick kicks, each one lifting his balls and sending them swinging. The fourth kick was harder; my foot sank deep, flattening one testicle against his body until it felt like it might burst. He whimpered, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.
“That’s it,” I cooed. “Let me ruin those pathetic balls.”
I pushed him onto his back and straddled his chest, the strap-on resting against his chin. I reached down and squeezed his scrotum in my fist, feeling the tender orbs shift and roll under my fingers. I dug my nails in, twisting until he cried out.
“Beg me to crush them,” I demanded.
“Please, Victoria,” he gasped. “Crush my balls. Kick them until they’re swollen and useless.”
I released him only to deliver a sharp downward stomp, my heel grinding his nuts into the hardwood floor. He bucked and howled, but I kept the pressure on, rolling my weight from one ball to the other until both were flattened into pancakes. When I finally lifted my foot, his scrotum was red and puffy, the skin stretched tight over the bruised flesh.
I stood and lined the strap-on up with his hole. “Now I’m going to fuck you,” I said, pressing the thick head against his entrance. “And every time you clench, I’m going to kick your balls again.”
I drove the toy in with one thrust, burying it to the hilt. He screamed. I pulled back and slammed forward again, setting a brutal pace while my free hand swung up between his legs, slapping and punching his already battered testicles with every thrust.
By the time I was finished, his balls were swollen to twice their normal size, dark purple bruises blooming across the skin. He lay trembling on the floor, cock still hard and leaking, completely at my mercy.
I nudged the ruined orbs with my toe. “Next time,” I promised, “I’ll use my knee.”
