Goddess Glory

GODDESS GLORY, BALLBUSTER

 

By Caligula

 

 

Goddess Glory watched as the young, white boy entered the hotel room where she was waiting for him. His eyes were downcast and his face flushed red, obviously out of embarrassment at having requested this meeting with a powerful black woman and at what he had asked her to do. It was one thing to be bold over the privacy of the internet but to be here now face to face was a different matter. It took every ounce of manhood he had to walk into the hotel and he stood outside the room door for 10 minutes before finally knocking and coming in. Goddess looked him up and down and didn’t think much of him, but the she never did think much of her “toys”.

 

“How old are you, boy, and what’s your name? Not that your name matters, but I like to know the name of the person I’m about to ruin. It makes it more personal for me.”

 

The young man turned a deeper shade of red, if that was possible, and coughed before answering. “Jeff, ma’am. I’m eighteen. I mean I just turned eighteen last week.”

 

“How experienced are you, boy?”

 

“Um…I’m a virgin, ma’am.”

 

Goddess laughed. So young. It would be fun hurting this little white boy. She had never broken someone so innocent and pure before. She would enjoy destroying him.

 

“Look at me, boy.”

 

Jeff looked up sheepishly to take in this black woman. She was wearing black pointy toe heels…ouch, he knew those were going to hurt and his dick twitched in his pants. His eyes traveled up her long black legs and took in her short skirt, her tight low cut top exposing plenty of cleavage and finally rested on her dazzling white smile and playful eyes. He smiled shyly and looked away, unable to meet her gaze for more than a few moments. He scanned the room restlessly, not knowing where to look, and found he kept stealing peeks at Goddess’s feet in those wicked evil shoes. Goddess reclined back onto the bed, propped herself up on her elbows and dangled her feet over the edge of the mattress.

 

“Well let’s get started, boy. I don’t have all night. Come over here and take these shoes off my feet.”

 

She snapped her fingers and it made Jeff jump slightly. He walked over to the bed and knelt in front of those well worn stilettos. He gently and slowly removed each shoe. He could smell her feet as soon as they were free and as she wiggled her toes at him he realized he was now hard as a rock.

 

“Smell them. Sniff the balls of my feet until I tell you to stop.”

 

Jeff placed his nose on the ball of her foot as she commanded. Her foot was moist with sweat from being trapped inside the shoe and it was slippery against his nose. He breathed in deeply and coughed from the strong scent. It wasn’t unpleasant to him, just overwhelming. As he coughed he backed up slightly from her feet.

 

“Did I tell you to stop motherfucker? SNIFF!”

 

Now that he was prepared he was able to return to her soles and smell their aroma without choking. Jeff was in heaven and pressed his nose into her toes allowing his lips to brush the ball of her foot. Goddess knew what he wanted.

 

“You can lick them, but you better not stop until you lick every inch of my soles you sick little fuck.”

 

“Yes, ma’am. Thank you, ma’am.”

 

Jeff took his time. This was a gift to be relished slowly. He nervously stuck out his tongue and placed it on the heel of her foot and licked upwards towards the toes. His dick ached in his pants as he lapped the salty tang of her feet like a dog licking it’s own nuts. He licked both feet like his life depended on it and when he was satisfied that SHE was satisfied with the job he had done he looked up at her eagerly, his former shyness all but forgotten.

 

Goddess was waiting for him to become more bold, less shy, before she crushed his ego. “Well let’s move on to why you’re REALLY here.” She stood up off the bed and slipped her pointy toe heels back on. “So you want me to kick you in the fuckin balls, huh? You get off on thinking about my powerful black feet and knees racking your tiny eighteen year old white nads up into your throat, huh?”

 

“Yes, ma’am. I think about it a lot. I‘ve never been kicked before.”

 

“I’m sure you do, perv, but once I make it so you can’t have babies you won’t think about it so much anymore…well you might think about it a lot with regret when you can’t get your puny dick hard anymore.” Goddess laughed at him as his newfound boldness started to disappear and his ego to shrink. He began looking down again with that stupid grin on his face. Well he wouldn’t be grinning for long.

 

“You’re in luck, boy, cause I LOVE busting balls.” Goddess let silence hang in the air for a few moments and then startled Jeff by shouting out, “SPREAD YOUR FUCKING LEGS!”

 

Jeff snapped to attention and spread his legs. He was torn between so many emotions…fear at being kicked in the balls…anxiety from having wanted this for so long…and foolishness for having his dick hard and pointing at a 90 degree angle from his body, quite obviously pointing at Goddess Glory.

 

Goddess knew this young dumb white boy expected her to go easy, at least at first, but she didn’t like to take it easy. She was doing this for HER enjoyment and she received no pleasure from light love taps to a man’s nuts. What she was about to do was her right as a woman, and she felt she understood this male’s need to submit to her…to offer up his most precious possessions, his testicles, for her amusement.

 

Goddess Glory took a running start and kicked her leg up right between his thighs, crushing his balls between her foot and his pelvis. She took a step back, hands on hips, and watched for the inevitable reaction. She loved this part. It was made even more special for her by the fact that this boy had never had his balls kicked before. She was his first…and quite possibly his last. She chuckled inwardly.

 

Jeff couldn’t believe how quickly it had happened. He thought there would be some buildup. Some light playful kicks or some gentle knees before they worked up to the real rough stuff. Goddess looked on amused as Jeff’s eyes started to scrunch up and his hands shot to protect his junk…too late…his knees sagged and he sank to the ground in the fetal position.

 

“That’s just to show you I don’t fuck around and you better not get cocky with me! Hurts like a motherfucker, don’t it?”

 

Jeff couldn’t respond. He opened his mouth and a high pitched warbling escaped from his throat. Goddess could start to make out words interspersed throughout the gibberish and she already knew what those words would be.

 

“My balls…my balls…my balls…” Jeff wailed many octaves higher than his normal voice. To add to his embarrassment, he was openly crying. Goodness why did he have to cry!

 

“Ohhhhh poor baby. Did mommy crush your balls? I bet that erection is gone now! Hahaha!” Goddess Glory stepped in front of his face and nudged his lips with the toe of her shoe. Jeff opened his eyes enough to look at those deadly high heels shoes. “I call these shoes my nutcrackers. I hope you jerked off that tiny prick of yours before you got here and spilt your nut sauce cause I don’t think your balls are going to work after meeting me.”

 

Goddess Glory sat cross legged in a comfy armchair while she waited for Jeff to recover from her awesome kick. She hoped he realized how lucky he was to be on the receiving end of such a blow. While he squirmed on the ground she took her time looking him over…he was kind of cute for a white boy, especially with those tear stained cheeks. She wanted to lick the tears from his cheeks, to taste his realization that he was just a boy…a boy with balls. And girls were better than boys. He might have suspected girls were better but her foot in his nuts was the ultimate proof.

 

Eventually Jeff was able to stand, and wiped his face with his sleeve in an attempt to clear away the dry tears. If only the shame and humiliation he felt could be wiped away so easily.

 

“Did your balls drop, boy?” Goddess laughed.

 

“Yes, ma’am. You fixed them real good.”

 

“I haven’t fixed you…yet! Take your clothes off so I can see what I’m aiming for.”

 

Jeff complied, albeit slowly. His dick, already small to begin with, seemed even smaller to him now. Being kicked in the balls did that to a guy, he guessed.

 

“I think we should try some knees, don’t you?”

 

“If you think that’s best.”

 

Goddess approached him and reached out to rest her hands on his shoulders. He flinched when she touched him…the memory of his recent encounter with her foot still too fresh in his mind.

 

“Easy, baby. Don’t you trust me?”

 

“Yes, ma’am. I’m just…scared.”

 

“They’re just balls, honey,” she cooed.

 

Goddess Glory then gripped his shoulders hard and used the added leverage to thrust her knee into his groin. She felt his naked ball sack squish against her knee, his twin orbs easily detectable against her bare flesh. Jeff’s eyes bugged out and the wind left his lungs with a “whoosh”. While nowhere near as devastating as her kick, the knee still hurt like fuck. He doubled over and was eyelevel with her heaving breasts. Through a haze of pain he could make out that her nipples were hard as they strained against her tight top.

 

“Balls…” he croaked.

 

Goddess chuckled again and jiggled her boobs.

 

“Would you like to touch them?” she teased.

 

“Yes please,” he whimpered in reply.

 

Jeff removed his hands from protecting his gonads and reached out to touch Goddess’s gorgeous breasts. His grasping fingers were stopped just short of making contact with those perfect globes as Goddess jammed another knee into his balls.

 

“I asked if you’d like to touch them! I didn’t say you COULD touch them!”

 

Jeff sank to his knees, his eyes misting up again. He tried to steady himself to keep from falling over by grabbing onto to Goddess’s sexy legs.

 

“See, your ego needs to be broken. If you were properly submissive you would fall down instead of trying to hold yourself upright, like you can be stronger than the pain in your balls I just gave you with my knee. But don’t worry, baby, I’ll break your ego…well I’ll break SOMETHING.”

 

Goddess then drew her leg back and kicked Jeff square in the balls with the pointed toe of her high heel shoe.

 

“Ohhh…did I hear a crunch? Hahahahaha!” Goddess laughed as Jeff fell over like a sack of flour and muttered almost incoherently about balls and shoes. “I told you I’d break something…someTHINGS? That HAD to hurt! Right with the toe! I told you these were my nutcrackers, baby.”

 

The humor was lost on Jeff, however, as he was in such a state of pain that all he could do was try and not vomit. Had he really wanted this? He wasn’t certain anymore. It seemed more that this is what Goddess Glory wanted, and his poor bewitched mind was only made to think this was his fantasy. He did need to submit to her though. It didn’t really matter what form it took, just that he suffered beneath her and gave his will to her. She was the Goddess and he was just some worthless white boy with balls to offer up to her for sacrifice.

 

After a few minutes he felt Goddess wrap her hand around his nuts and tug. Goddess Glory didn’t get the desired reaction at first and so she twisted his nuts as far as they would go and tugged again. Did she really hear a crunching sound that time? Tee-hee! Too bad for ballboy if she did!

 

She dragged Jeff by his balls across the floor and propped him up against the wall in a sitting position, his legs spread wide. She left him sitting there, dazed, as she rummaged through the desk drawers searching for something.

 

“You know, white boy, I feel bad. You just had your eighteenth birthday and I didn’t give you anything special.” Goddess found what she was looking for and turned to face Jeff. She was holding a very thick phone book. “Well I’m about to give you something special. I’m about to give you something you’ll never forget.” Her smile was breathtaking.

 

She skipped over to where Jeff was sitting against the wall and dropped the book on the floor between his splayed legs. She lifted his balls by the bag and shoved the phone book underneath them. She let go of his sack and his balls landed atop the yellow pages with a plop.

 

She slipped her right foot out of her shoe and teased Jeff’s cock with her toes.

 

“Balls are such delicate things, aren’t they? So easy to hurt. So easy to crush.”

 

The teasing of her toes and the taunting of her voice caused Jeff’s dick to get hard despite the pain he still felt in his balls.

 

“I bet you were hoping maybe for a birthday foot job? Hahaha! Only real men get to spill their baby batter on my toes. You’re just a silly white boy. No, I have something better for you.”

 

As she spoke Goddess removed her soft foot from his cock and lightly placed the ball of her foot on his left testicle.

 

“You know it’s funny…you can turn a nut into peanut butter, but you can’t turn peanut butter back into a nut.

 

Jeff whimpered as she rolled his nugget underneath her foot, a sinking feeling entering his stomach.

 

“I read somewhere, boy, that it takes 110 pounds of pressure to rupture a ball…to pop a nut. How much do you think I weigh? Do you think I weigh more than 110 pounds? I’m not really certain myself. Wanna make a guess? Wanna find out?”

 

Jeff cupped her bare heel in his hands and rubbed softly, hoping his gentle gesture would make Goddess change her mind with what she was about to do. In return Goddess Glory closed her eyes and moaned softly. She started rubbing her nipples with her fingertips and groaned louder.

 

“Oh yeah, baby, rub my foot with your hands…it feels soooooo good!”

 

She continued to moan and lick her lips…Jeff was thinking maybe she’d spare his ball if only he could make her orgasm…and then she just stopped and started laughing at him.

 

“FOOLED YA! Play time is over!”

 

And then, with his nut trapped under the ball of her foot, Goddess Glory stood on tiptoe. The pain was immediate. Jeff’s whole body was on fire and his gentle rubbing of her heel turned into a feeble clawing. To Goddess Glory it seemed he was trying to lift her up, actually trying to pick her up by the heel to relieve the pressure on his balls. Silly boy.

 

“It sure is looking like I weigh under 110 pounds, right?”

 

She stood there, balancing on one leg, balancing on his ball…and then she started bouncing up and down, the ball of her foot squishing his spongy nut with each hop. Jeff’s eyes were crossed and his tongue was hanging out of the side of his mouth. He sounded like a tea kettle, only quieter. Goddess found she was actually getting aroused from bouncing on this eighteen year old virgin white boy’s nut. With Jeff staring straight ahead, at her crotch, she lowered her fingers and started rubbing herself. It didn’t take much effort on her part…Jeff’s nut seemed to be doing most of the work of making her cum. Just a soft stroking of her fingertips in the right place, grind her foot back and forth, bounce up and down…and Goddess had an orgasm. She seemed to think she must have blacked out for a moment and when she regained her senses she realized she was still standing on Jeff’s nut. Goddess Glory laughed and finally released his poor virgin nut from beneath her ball busting foot.

 

“Looks like you made me cum after all, white boy.”

 

She knelt down between his legs and felt for his left ball. It was swelling quickly and he’d be sore for a LONG time to come, but the nut was just fine.

 

“You win, boy! I guess I weigh less than 110 pounds!”

 

With that Goddess Glory slipped her high heel back on, grabbed her purse off the bed and stepped to the door. She turned around to blow Jeff a birthday kiss and then left him there to nurse his wounds as she headed out to a club to find a real man.