Breaker Campus - Frosh Week

An epic story in six parts by Sean D. Posted originally at KITG.

“Welcome to the future.”

Dean Patricia let the words hang in the air. She looked over the vast auditorium of college students. Male and female. Technically adults, but this fresh crop of 18-year-olds looked oh so young, even though Dean Patricia was herself only 30. She had a strong urge to grab the nearest boy, grab him by his young, sensitive testicles and watch him squirm as she flattened his balls in her hands.

“What we are doing on this campus is an experiment. But one that I am confident will take hold across the country once you show the world what wonderful results we’re getting.”

She continued, in her professorial tone. “Ladies, you are here because you were the top students in your schools. You have shown confidence and ability that will make all women proud. You are also our future. The next generation of women that will fundamentally change our society. Women will no more be second-class citizens.” The girls in the audience, whooped, clapped and cheered.

“Boys,” she paused, looking at their fresh faces, wide-eyed with nervousness and fear. She clacked her high heel on the platform for effect. “You are also the start of something. The first crop of young men in what will become a new way of life for your sex.”

Everyone in the room understood what she meant. A new law recently passed that created a new group of young men with dramatically reduced rights. They were a test group of men, with the government’s aim to see whether their education at the campus would improve behaviour and produce socially optimal outcomes. Dean Patricia was confident that success here would lead to nation-wide and historical changes in the rights of men and women.

The men here - who only recently became men in the legal sense - had been selected through a range of metrics, from school performance to behavioural assessments. They were in fact not all social misfits. There were high achievers and low achievers. The key was to see whether the regimen put in place at the college would produce the optimal male. That is, one who knows his place in the world.

Even though they were 18 and not criminals, the boys, under the law, had been placed in the guardianship of their closest female relatives, who had in turn signed them over to the school. And punishments that could be legally meated out were severe.

“My philosophy, and one that I believe you will help me prove, my students, is that much of the problems in the world stem from male aggressiveness. Well, where does male aggressiveness come from?”

Behind her, a slide flashed a picture of male genitalia. “The testicles.”

“Well, it turns out, that what makes men such troublemakers is also their greatest weakness.” She smiled. Behind her, a video started playing with a compilation of males getting hit in the nuts. Everything from America’s funniest home videos bloopers to more serious ballbusting. The girls all laughed.

Dean Patricia expanded on the rules of the school for several minutes. Girls would be allowed, indeed expected, to ballbust their male classmates every day. The girls all had an app on their phones that would track her number of ballbusts.

To the boys, she explained they would have their balls busted by the female students and teachers. Dean Patricia laid out clear red lines for the boys. Insulting or hitting a girl or teacher, being rude or sexist, or trying to escape the campus. These Infractions from boys would either lead to additional punishment on the spot, or the punishment would be logged into the boy's account for a later time, allowing a lucky girl to track him down and punish him.

CRUNCH. Dean Patricia pressed down with her stiletto heel onto a walnut. It cracked open, spewing out the insides. CRUNCH. CRUNCH. She stepped on the hard nutty pieces until they were merely dust on the floor. “The term nuts to refer to testicles is actually misleading” she explained. “Nuts are much stronger than what are hanging between your legs, my boys.”

The boys gulped and the girls laughed. After a few more minutes of laying out the ground rules, Dean Patricia instructed all students to go into the massive gymnasium next door…

The students sat in rows up and down the gym floor. Boy facing girl. They each sat with one leg out, nestled into one another’s groins. Their arms reached out to one another, interlocked, but still relaxed and not pulling on each other.

The boy's faces were uniformly white with fear. Kelly and Sarah sat beside one another. They looked over at each other and laughed. They looked back to the pathetically afraid boys across from them.

“What’s wrong boy? You’re not comfortable? Taunted Kelly.

"You look as though someone’s got you by the balls,” said Sarah, flexing her foot for effect. The boy’s face turned even more nervous.

Dean Patricia looked over the room. “This is your orientation session. And I cannot think of a better way to make you aware of the realities that this school will teach you. This is simple. A test of strength and endurance. You will both be having the same amount of pressure exerted on your groins. Boys, if you truly are stronger than you think you are, you should be able to hold out. If you can hold out for 10 minutes, you will not receive even one flick to your precious balls during frosh week. For those of you who don’t make it, well, you’re in for a fun week.” She smiled.

“Begin.”

Kelly and Sarah pulled on the boys’ arms hard, causing their feet to sink into their groins, and for the boys to sink into theirs. There was a chorus of “yeep”, “aaahhh”, and other types of screams and groans as the girls’ feet ground into the boys’ nuts.

Kelly watched her boy’s face become red. “Mine’s turning into a tomato!”

Sarah’s boy’s eyes were in intense concentration, as though willing the pain to go away. “How does it feel?” She asked and laughed.

Dean Patricia walked up and down the rows. “Any girl please speak up if you’re feeling any pain.” None did. “I could do this all day,” Sarah said to her boy.

“Alright students, increase the pressure.” There was a chorus of screams as the girls pulled themselves closer.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” said a girl beside Kelly. Kelly looked over incredulously. The boy at the end of the girl’s foot was groaning. “I’m sorry,” she repeated, letting up on the pressure. Dean Patricia had teachers patrolling for such behaviour. Surprisingly, not all girls would relish this task.

The teacher came over and forced the students closer together. “Ahh,” the boy screamed.

“Oh I’m so sorry, I’m sorry” the girl repeated. Kelly was sickened.

“Why are you sorry?”

“I just… I don’t know,” said the girl with no confidence.

On the other side, Sarah was feeling the opposite. The strong pressure on her groin, combined with the feeling of the boy’s nuts being crushed under her foot, was turning her on immensely. She moaned with delight as he groaned with pain. She ground her foot left and then right, eliciting more groans and screams from him. She sighed with pleasure.

“Now girls, go as HARD as you possibly can.” Kelly and Sarah pulled hard and used all their strength to sink their feet into the boy's groins. Kelly’s boy started crying uncontrollably. Sarah’s boy was gasping for breath.

Meanwhile, neither girl felt even an ounce of pain with the boys’ feet sunk equally hard into their smooth groins.

One minute left on the clock. “Yes, yes,” said Sarah as she got his balls trapped under her heel and pushed. She could feel them start to flatten. She was so close to orgasm. “I give up! I give up!” Yelled the boy.

“No!” Yelled Sarah in disgust. She was so close. But the teacher looked at her and she knew she had to follow the rules. She let go. The boy relaxed. Then, as a parting gift for her unfinished orgasm, she shot her foot back into his groin with a hard gas pedal kick. He screamed and crumpled over. Sarah laughed.

Seeing the boy next to him released had an effect on Kelly’s boy. He wanted the torment to end. He gave up. Following Sarah’s lead, she gave him a parting shot, and he joined his neighbour in the fetal position.

Both girls looked over to the girl and boy beside them. She couldn’t stop apologizing as she crushed his balls, it was actually kind of funny.

“Oh, I’m not trying to hurt you,” she would say. “Oh just a little longer, you can do it,” she would say to her victim.

The teacher was ensuring there was a strong grip between them.

The boy looked delirious. His head swivelled around, his face contorted with pain. Trying to escape.

Somehow, her apologies made it worse. In his delirious state, he was getting angry with her. “Just up!” He yelled. “If you want to stop, then stop, you dumb bitch!” He started yelling curses at her, delirious with pain.

The girl gasped with indignation. “Don’t take that shit,” said Kelly. Sarah agreed.

“You cunt!” Yelled the boy.

And that crossed the line. The girl’s face hardened. “No, this is a cunt” She looked down between her legs, and she pushed his leg deeper into the V between her legs. “And this is your pathetic dick and balls.” As she pushed harder.

The girls around her started whooping and yelling. All of their boys had given up. They now channelled their ballbusting excitement to this girl. She was relishing the support and attention.

“Crush him. Crush him!” The girls started chanting. “Crush him. Pop it!”

The girl could feel his right but under the ball of her foot. It was starting to flatten. She thought for a moment and then went for it with all of her might.

“Aaaahhh” the boy started squealing at the top of his lungs. “No! No!”

“Yes, yes!” She yelled as she could feel his orb give way. She twisted and ground her foot, putting pressure from everywhere on his trapped ball.

Her ears were greeted with a loud POP as she felt all resistance give way. She felt a warmth spread across her foot as the boy’s nut disintegrated into mush.

“Oh God,” said Sarah, finally getting her orgasm at the sound of the boy’s ball imploding.

The girl looked shocked and excited. She looked around at the others with such joy and they all started screaming and laughing with excitement. She let the boy go and he started rolling around and shivering.

“My ball, my ball!” His cries of loss echoed through the gym. “It’s gone!”

Dean Patricia came over. “Class dismissed.”

As the girls left, they were allowed to come over and feel the pulpy mess of the boy’s nut. This added an untold amount of pain, not to mention humiliation for the boy, as girl after girl gleefully squished the remnants of his nut, turning it over more into a shapeless sack of mush. “I love peanut butter!” Joked Sarah as she ground her fingers into his sack.

They had a long frosh week ahead of them…

Part I

All credit to Sean D. 

Kelly and Sarah had a new best friend. After her nutting of that boy on the gymnasium floor, the girl, whose name they learned was Beth, had been transformed. She would replay it in her head and couldn’t resist the urge to do it again. Kelly and Sarah loved talking about it with her. What did it feel like when his ball exploded under her foot? They couldn’t wait for the day when they would be so lucky.

Although the girls had more than enough activities to occupy their attention. They were still in frosh week and there was a carnival atmosphere around the school. So many events were being organized at various stations. Kelly, Sarah and Beth decided to start with the “peanut butter challenge”.

It was a sunny day as Kelly, Sarah and Beth walked into the grassy field. The fresh faced 18 year old first-year girls and boys were congregating for the next activity. Dean Patricia wasn’t at this one. It was Professor Smith, wearing short shorts, showing her long strong legs, bright white running shoes and a white athletic crop-top.

“Welcome ladies,” she said, addressing the girls but ignoring the boys. “We’re in for some fun today.” The girls whooped and hollered in excitement. There were yells of “Let’s smash some balls”, and “Let’s crack some nuts”, and Kelly’s favourite, “Let’s make him wish he were born a girl!” She had no doubt the assembled boys, visibly trembling with fear, had had that thought many many times since the start of frosh week. She got butterflies in her belly thinking of her superiority over the boys, and their destiny to suffer incredible pain at her whim.

“Hold your kicks ladies, hold your kicks,” said Professor Smith light-heartedly. “You’ll get your chance.”

The boys from their group were dressed down to some form-fitting spandex shorts, no shirts and walnuts hanging in front of their real nuts. They were contained in a sac and held in place with a strap around their waists, like a strap-on. They would line up, one girl for one boy. A row of 10 at a time. The young men were strapped into X-shaped devices that kept their legs spread-eagled and unable to move or fall to the ground. There was no need to gag the boys though. The girls wanted to hear their pleas for mercy and screams of fear and torment.

“Cry for me you nice boy,” Kelly said slyly and winked at her soon-to-be victim. His blue eyes under his shaggy blonde hair went wide with fear.

This was a competition. The girls would each get 10 kicks. Full force as hard as they could. The objective was to be the one who most thoroughly turned walnuts into crushed nuts.

Sarah twirled her foot around playfully in front of her boy, smirking and looking down at it, bringing his attention to the steel-tipped high heels she was wearing. They were white with a gold tip. “Should I start with the left one or the right one?” She teased.

Beth’s boy couldn’t miss her footwear. They were knee-high platform boots as hard as they came. The toe was wide and rounded, with a two-inch platform of hardwood. There would be no missing his balls. These were nut crushing machines.

Kelly, a country girl at heart, opted for cowgirl boots. Maybe it was time for this steer to be castrated, she thought. Her partner trembled at the cold look in her eyes as she eyed his bulge and imagined crushing it into oblivion.

“Ready… set…”

The boys were all in decent shape and their abs became more defined as they all tensed their stomach muscles and held their breaths. The ladies pulled their kicking legs back, ready to fire like pistons.

“… Crush!”

CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, up and down the line came the distinct sound of nuts being cracked.

Kelly heard the satisfying CRACK as her first kick hit home and brought her foot back down, lining up for the next. She took a step back and really let him have it. She opted for a brutal kick with the toe of her cowgirl boot. SMASH. One of the walnuts completely exploded. She could hear it. And rest assured the poor boy was feeling it. The walnuts provided enough protection to save their own nuts from exploding, perhaps, but that was little comfort to them. In fact, the walnuts added a different dimension of pain as their nuts were mercilessly crushed between the hard and jagged bits of the walnuts being pushed upwards by the shoes, and their pelvic bones on the other side.

Sarah stopped for a moment, only a moment, to enjoy the screams, grunts and groans. She watched her boy writhe in agony, unable to curl up into the fetal position that he so desperately wanted.

She landed a fourth well-placed kick to the left walnut. THUD. “Eeeehhh” he screamed, his eyes rolling into his head. “We’re getting there my boy. It sounds like there’s not much left of the left one. How about one more to be sure?” She winked. The gold-tipped toe glistened in the sunlight as it sailed upward yet again. There was little protection left now and he felt the merciless steel sink into his nutmeat, compressing it in the centre, causing it to bulge on the sides, and his eyes bulged outward as he felt his real nut on the verge of explosion. Just in time, the momentum of her kick stopped and she pulled her foot back down.

“Now onto the right, shall we?”

Beth grunted as she kicked as hard as she could with her knee-high platform boots. There was no nuance needed with these. Brute force was all that was required.

Her boy’s muscles spasmed with pain as the next kick landed. His head bounced left and right wildly, like a rabid beast. There were no more cracking sounds with his walnuts either. They must be nearly pulverized, she thought, and laughed.

She lined up her next kick. He looked in horror in anticipation of the next brutal blow. She loved that part. The fear. He closed his eyes suddenly as he saw her boot shoot upwards. As if just shutting your eyes will make it go away, she thought. Haha, not for this poor boy. What she loved about them being strapped in is that their bodies were tied in place and barely moved upwards at all. You’re not escaping any of this power, she thought. It’s all going right there, between your legs.

“Sooo glad I’m not a boy,” she said wryly over to Sarah. They laughed.

The girls all landed their final kicks, as hard as they could. The boys were so exhausted now that they no longer screamed but made pathetic whimpering sounds. It made Kelly think of what a dog must sound like as it’s being de-balled.

And there it was. The girls finished their kicks. Professor Smith, with an air of authority but also a wry smile, approached the first boy. A long table was placed nearby. She took the nut sack off of him. She took no notice of his uncontrollable crying. She walked over to the table and undid the sack and poured its contents onto the table. Out came small nut pieces and walnut shells of various sizes. The girls all burst into cheering.

She moved into the next. She put it up to her ear and jiggled it around, as a child does to know what’s in a wrapped box. The girls laughed. This one had even smaller pieces. The girls cheered again. Down the line she went. Approaching Kelly’s boy. Kelly held her breath as she opened the sack. She poured. “Whoo!” Kelly screamed, seeing the results of her work. There were no large pieces at all. It was all uniformly small pieces. She looked around triumphantly.

Next onto Sarah. She felt around the sack. “You did fine work with those pointy heels,” said Professor Smith to Sarah. “It’s clear your kicks landed with a high degree of accuracy.” She poured the contents onto the table. The nuts were completely destroyed, but she had not done as good a job as Kelly’s cowgirl boots. Sarah was dejected but she gave a high five to her friend, happy for her.

“What have we here?” Professor Smith said, looking at the oversized bulge under the tight spandex of Sarah’s boy. The girls looked excitedly. At Professor Smith’s touch, the boy howled in pain. His long dark hair flew back and forth across his deep brown eyes, made all the deeper by his tears.

“Aha,” said Professor Smith, this time feeling around in the sac that was connected to his body. Then she quickly pulled his spandex down, exposing him to the world. Sarah looked shocked at her handy work, and smiled. His left nut was swollen to the size of a walnut from its original size, which was probably closer to a peanut. It was dark purple and misshapen. There was a clear stab mark where Sarah’s pointy gold tip had penetrated. Professor Smith handled his agonizing orb without pity, moving it around and inspecting it, eliciting more cries. “Well, it feels whole. Not ruptured.” The girls all sighed with disappointment. “But…” she emphasized. “You have done some permanent damage here.” Sarah’s face perked up, her eyes glowing.

“Really?” Excitement clear in her voice.

“Oh yes. Your well-aimed kick flattened the centre of his testicle, causing his nutmeat to bulge out to the sides. Only a little more and it would have exploded.” Sarah sighed again. “But this is no doubt incredibly painful.” Sarah smiled. “He will have terrible swelling for days and I am of the opinion that his ball will be permanently misshapen and damaged. There’s little doubt that it’s now sterile.”

Sarah screamed with glee. Kelly and Beth both gave her high fives.

Professor Smith remembered there was one more to assess. She came to Beth’s boy. She took off the sack and pulled it open. All the girls looked on with anticipation. She poured.

“Wow,” said Professor Smith. It was a fine powder. As though the nuts had been ground with a mortar and pestle.

Beth smiled with deep satisfaction. Looking at her boots, Professor Smith said “Well, there’s no arguing with brute force and hard, heavy boots.”

With a signal, the boys were released from their torture devices. Without fail they all immediately fell to the ground and began writhing. “You boys have 30 seconds to get dressed and move it out of here or I’ll tie you back up there and the only nuts left to kick will be yours. The girls laughed and mocked as the boys pitifully pulled themselves along the ground to leave, whimpering and moaning. It was clear that every move they made took supreme concentration and effort and caused so much additional pain. Some of the girls got down beside them, saying "Come on, let’s have another round.”

“Let me try with my real kicking leg this time,” said another.

One girl pretended to be one of the boys, imitating his movements and crawling along the ground.

However, basic human instinct motivated them to get away within the allotted time. Professor Smith looked at the next group of excited ladies and terrified boys approaching. “All right, next group.”

“Alright!” Said Sarah as they turned their backs and walked away as the males in the next group were already being stripped and tied to their torment devices. “What’s next?”

“Handball,” said Kelly. Sarah, Beth and Kelly all smiled. They couldn’t wait to see what it was.“

Part II

Breaker Campus - Frosh Week, Pt. II

All credit to Sean D. 

Kelly, Sarah and Beth walked over to the next station. There was little doubt in their mind about what “Handball” would entail. They giggled. “Can I ask you girls something?” Said Sarah.

“Sure” they replied.

“Do you get wet when you rack a guy?”

Beth replied without hesitation. “Oh absolutely.”

Kelly had been too caught up with all the different feelings coursing through her body to really think about it. But there was no doubt she felt a heavenly feeling of elation. “Yeah, I suppose it does turn me on,” she said, as much to herself as to the others.

The girls approached the next station, which was inside the campus clinic. This one was managed by Dr. Carla, a medical doctor who taught courses at the campus and ran its clinic. “Cool,” said Beth, looking around at all the technology. For her part, Sarah noticed that all the boys were completely naked. And they were connected to monitors. The girls sized up all of their packages. Having been turned on from the last station, Sarah wanted to simultaneously ride them hard while also smashing their balls into smithereens.

“That one’s mine,” said Kelly, who was thinking something else. She wanted the biggest pair of juicy testicles to torment.

“Ladies,” she said, ignoring the boys present as Professor Smith had done at the last station. “Welcome to my lab. You are going to assist me in furthering my research. I would not expect any of you to be familiar with my work because until recently taking my position at this college, my work was classified. Suffice it to say that I helped our country get the information it needs to keep itself safe from the bad guys - and she stressed the word GUYS. I am a leading expert on the testicles, having conducted hundreds of… experiments. And last, and certainly not unrelated to the other two, I am an expert in the study of pain. She smiled and the girls all giggled along.

"So cool,” said Beth. “I want her job.”

Doctor Carla slipped on a white latex glove. Well, it was sort of a latex glove but looked different. She explained. “You see that there are these ovals on the fingertips. These are a group of tiny sensors” - each oval was made up of many small dots that were each a small sensor. “When I press my fingers together like this” she pressed them, “this monitor here records the amount of pressure being exerted.”

She looked over to the boys, who were standing with their hands handcuffed behind their backs holding them to the wall. They each had a few cables connected to them and monitors beside each of them.

“This is to monitor their pulse, blood pressure, and rate of breathing.” She grabbed a camera sitting on a swivel arm and brought it down to the level of one of the boy’s testicles. “Aah,” he said as he flinched in fear.

“Haha, calm down young man, I haven’t even touched you - yet.”

There was now an additional image on the monitor. As plain as day, two orbs. The camera was working like an ultrasound or CT scanner. The girls were all mesmerized to see his actual testicles inside the sac.

Doctor Carla slapped on another glove and rubbed her hands together. “Now, a short demonstration.”

She put her thumb and forefinger from each hand on his dangling gonads. “Now, we start out with some light pressure.”

“Boy, tell me what you feel.”

“Uh, err,” the boy stuttered. What should he say? She literally had him by the balls. “This is important for my research boy, you should tell me what it feels like.”

“Well, it is uncomfortable. There’s this dull ache in my abdomen.”

“Do you feel any pain directly on your testicles?”

“No.”

“Ladies, that dull ache is caused by nerve strands running from his testicles into his abdomen. With a strong enough force applied to their testicles, this is why you may have seen some boys throw up.”

“Eeeeehhhh!!!!” A high-pitched scream pierced the room. The pressure number on the monitor was now red. Doctor Carla was pressing down - HARD.

“What about now?” She asked the boy. Her voice as calm and soothing as before. Her face betrayed no emotion. It’s as if they were talking about the weather.

The boy’s eyes were shut tight. He banged his head forward and back. “Gaaahhh!!!”

“WORDS boy. Put it into words. If you don’t, well, I can always squeeze harder.”

“No, no, no,” the boy managed to say hastily. “Gerrrr…aaaahhh….” he opened and then shut his eyes and was intensely trying to concentrate, desperately trying to prevent any more pain. “Lightning, electricity… gaaahh…. shooting from my balls.”

“Shooting where?”

“My stomach… aaaahhh…” his voice raised an octave. “And my head… I, I can’t see straight.”

“Ooofff” the boy shot out a burst of air as Dr. Carla released his balls from her death grip. He was silent and motionless. No one in the room moved. His face was frozen. His eyes wide with terror and pain as his body absorbed the pain. His face was turning redder the longer he went without air. Finally, there was a loud gasp as he loudly inhaled.

“Now ladies, was anyone looking at the monitors?”

Beth’s hand shot up. She nodded to Beth. “Well, I noticed that his balls started to change shape. It was really cool!”

The girls all laughed and Doctor Carla smiled. “Indeed, it is very cool. Well, ladies, take your boy and we’ll get started.”

Sarah went straight for the big-balled boy she had spotted earlier. “Hello,” she said with an evil grin as she approached him. He looked down meekly.

All ladies got into their positions. “Alright, you’ll receive a range of instructions, and please follow along. The machines are recording everything and this live test will add to my database.”

“Instructions will be passed through to the monitor. I find it better when they cannot have any anticipation of what is coming.”

Kelly’s monitor flashed - “Squeeze the left testicle hard for 10 seconds and then release. Commence in 5s…4s…”

Kelly readied to move both hands to his left nut. The gloves were fairly thin and she could feel well through them. She could feel the warmth of his large ball, and could even feel his heartbeat through his nut with the rhythm of the machine.

“START”

Kelly quickly switched her grip and brought both thumbs and forefingers to bear on his left nut. She squeezed hard. Her fingers and thumbs dug down into his hefty nutmeat. His hazel eyes seemed to turn a shade greener as his eyes opened wide. He made no sound. It was as if the breath had just been knocked out of him and he couldn’t breathe. His mouth opened as if to breathe, but he couldn’t. His face was getting redder by the second.

For her part, Beth didn’t even notice her boy, who was screaming at the top of his lungs as she brutally compressed his left nut between her thumbs and forefingers. Her concentration was on the monitor. She could see his nut becoming longer and thinner with each passing second. It was so fascinating.

Dr Carla was taking note of the heart rate of Sarah’s boy, whose heart monitor was squealing as his heart raced. She observed the boy and took some more notes. He was gritting his teeth and moaning loud.

An alarm beeped signalling the girls to stop. Kelly reluctantly pulled her fingers from deep inside his nut.

After she let go, Beth watched the monitor with fascination. His orb, which had become more elongated, slowly regained a more circular shape. Although she could see it becoming a darker shade on the monitor. Looking at his sac, she could also see it was becoming purple. “What’s happening?” She asked. Dr Carla approached. “The trauma just inflicted is causing minor blood pooling and you should start to see swelling…”

Sure enough, his ball was growing in size on the monitor. “Cool!” Beth said again. “I love science experiments.”

Dr Carla chuckled.

The already big ball of Kelly’s boy was also getting even bigger, to her satisfaction.

“The intent of this first test was to go from a resting point to extreme pressure quickly. I will be fascinated to review their vital signs later and see how quickly their bodies reacted to the introduction of immediate and severe pain.

"Now please look to your screens for some follow-up questions.”

The first questions were for the girls to answer. The questions pertained to the boys’ reactions, their facial expressions, noises, etc. They reviewed standard responses in a drop-down list and could choose one that fit or they could add in their own response if they wanted.

“Let’s see, did your voice go up one octave or two?” Sarah asked her boy and giggled. “You have a beautiful singing voice when your nuts are in a vice.

"What is it they used to do to get good male singers? Cut off their nuts? You should think about it, you could really go places.”

He looked at her with an expression of fear and horror, as if she were about to pull out a knife from behind her. “Ahaha ha,” she laughed. “You’re cute when you're scared.” She looked him up and down. He was tall, with dark hair and brown eyes. And with a nicely sculpted body. Her heart began to beat a bit faster. She brought her mouth close to his ear and whispered, “Don’t worry. WHEN I castrate you, it won’t be with a knife. I am more partial to stilettos.” She pulled her face back and they locked eyes. She winked.

Next, the girls asked questions to the boys to try to understand the level and type of pain they had experienced. Again, there were options to choose from on the drop-down menu. They also had to rate the degree of pain. They all rated it a 10 on a scale of 1-10, with 10 being the most painful. That made Kelly happy. “Well let’s see what’s next my boy. You never know, you may surprise yourself and feel even more pain next time.”

The next message popped up on their screens. The next test was a slow and steady increase in pressure. They should roll the balls around in their fingers as they do it. They should do green pressure for 30 seconds, then yellow for two minutes. The girls would ask them questions as they went and their answers would be recorded.

They began. The green eyes of Kelly’s boy were staring ahead with great concentration. He was trying to steel himself for the next round of torture.

Kelly liked the grip that the gloves gave her. Like latex gloves, they stopped any slippage and allowed for a firmer grip.

She painfully massaged his big balls, with his left one having swollen to now be even larger. Even at green pressure, he was wincing as she squeezed and rolled around his swollen ball.

Beth watch the small dents that her rolling created in the ball’s outer layer of her boy. “Do you feel anything?” She asked.

“My balls are more sensitive now,” he replied. “So it hurts a bit.”

Beth was a bit disappointed.

Sarah loved rolling her boy’s large nuts around in her fingers. She eyed him seductively. What would she do next, he thought? Beyond hope with his privates so close to Sara's face, he imagined her mouth running up and down his cock. He began to get hard.

“Naughty boy,” Sarah laughed and stroked him with her other hand a couple of times, encouraging him to get bigger.

His body shuddered as Sarah tightened her grip to yellow pressure. The pleasant massaging he felt before was now incredibly uncomfortable. He started breathing hard, trying to catch his breath between muscle spasms as his body tightened each time she would shift finger position and press down on a new area of his balls. His hard cock started to soften.

“If you had to compare this pain to a throbbing headache, would this be worse or better?” Kelly asked her boy.

“This is worse!” He shrieked. That made her feel all warm inside.

“Does it feel like someone is sitting on your stomach?” She asked the next question.

“It feels like someone is twisting my balls!” He shrieked again. She gave a good twist in response to his attitude.

“It feels like someone has their hand IN my stomach and is playing paddy cake with my intestines!” He replied.

Beth could see that with the pressure she was giving now, the outer layer of his balls were compressing in a significant amount. And they were getting darker as more blood pooled. She wondered if she was permanently damaging his balls. And that made her wet. For his part, he went from screaming and was now crying uncontrollably.

Now came the final test.

“You bitch,” Kelly murmured under her breath in a light-hearted way as she saw the next set of instructions. “What a tease.”

The instructions were that the girls should try to flatten the boys’ balls to the breaking point - but without breaking them. The school couldn’t have all of their boys nutted in the first week. It would defeat the purpose behind the school.

START

Kelly nearly had to cover her ears as the screams erupted around her. She squeezed hard into his swollen nuts. His nutmeat shot outward as she pressed down on the centre of his big balls. Then she decided to switch grips, holding them around the sides, cupping them, and then squeezing her hands into fists.

“Mmaaahhh!!!”

He screamed so loud. “No, no - STOP!” He yelled. She loved the feeling of his nutmeat being compressed into an ever smaller space. She could see them getting smaller on the monitor. The pressure he must have felt was enormous.

Beth had tried a different approach. She placed his nuts on her left palm and then placed her right palm on top and then pushed down hard. Her boy kept opening his mouth as if to say something or maybe to catch his breath, she couldn’t tell. He just kept trying but he couldn’t breathe or speak. She was so excited to see his nuts flatten out like pancakes on the monitor. They were nearly black on the monitor now. “Like juicy plums about to burst!” She said with excitement.

Sarah squeezed her boy’s balls between her thumbs and fingers. The gloves gave her such a firm grip. Balls that would normally slip one way or the other stayed perfectly in place under her latex grip. It was such a satisfying feeling to have his balls right where she wanted them. Her thumbs and fingers could nearly meet now. She pressed her body against his and could feel his writhing muscles, his pain-racked body convulsing.

“This makes me so hot,” she whispered.

She soaked in their close bodily connection. Her pleasure and his pain. She moved her mouth to his other ear. “I’m going to pop your balls now.” Then she moved her face back and locked their eyes. Sheer terror was all over his face.

“Please, please, pleeeeaaassee! No!”

Sarah felt so close. Any second and she would feel his balls explode in her hands.

A cold voice spoke from behind. “Don’t you dare young lady. You rupture his balls and you won’t be so much as tapping a nutsack for weeks.” It was Dr. Carla.

Sarah weighed her options for a moment and then slowly loosened her grip. But only a little. “Next time. I don’t have my stilettos here.” She winked at him.

The timer sounded. The experiment was over. For the time being…

Part III

All credit to Sean D. 

Frosh week had been amazing. Kelly, Sarah and Beth busted more balls than they had in their entire lives to that point. Frontal kicks, uppercuts, stomps - they cracked nuts in every way imaginable. Crying, shrieking and wailing had become such common sounds that they tuned them out. Well,  not entirely, but they had become a pleasant part of the routine of the school. They could hardly walk anywhere in the school during a day without seeing a boy rolling in agony on the ground, or grabbing his balls and making hilarious sounds as he tried not to fall over, or laying there curled up in the fetal position and not moving but whimpering and crying deeply like a whipped dog.  

Dean Patricia’s black heels clicked on the hallway floor as she walked around campus. The week had gone better than she could have imagined. She was delighted to see how quickly the young women had transformed in their roles. It only supported her research, which was that females in general did not need much coaxing to play the role of the dominant sex. Everywhere she looked she saw pure sadism. Poor young men in agony, and the girls laughing at them. It was as it should be.

The girls walked into the assembly hall for the final event of the week. There were a lot of whispers about it. It was going to be the most intense event of the week, the girls told one another. Not to be missed. Kelly, Sarah and Beth managed to score seats right at the front.

They made eye contact with Dean Patricia as she mounted the stage, the clacking of her high heels stopping as she took position. Her smooth and strong legs shone under the bright lights. She wore a short skirt and a blouse. Professional looking as always, but undeniably a beautiful woman.

“So ladies, how has your week been?”

She was met with a thunderous roar of whoops and hollers. She smiled. Heels stomped down in unison on the floor, as the girls stamped their approval. The menacing stomps of their footwear made the boys flinch, imagining their balls could easily be trapped between those feet and the hard floor.

“And you boys? How have you found it?”

The room erupted in laughter. Hundreds of girls pointed and laughed as the boys looked terrified at the ground, scared that the slightest movement might single them out for ballbusting torment.

“Ladies, you have learned a lot this week. You have learned that you are in every way superior to boys.” the room erupted in cheering. “You’ve learned that it is your unquestioned right to dominate them…” more cheering “… and cause them continuing and intense pain - all for your pleasure.” The applause was deafening.

For a moment Patricia thought the girls were going to storm the boys. She could picture the room descending into chaos of pain and screams. It was tempting…

“Ladies, ladies, please take your seats.”

The room went quiet.

“Now boys, I want all of you to reach under your seats and hold up the piece of paper you find there.” All boys did so in unison. A sea of yellow papers emerged. Except for one boy, who held up a red piece of paper. The boy, with blond hair, blue eyes, and a fit build, looked around nervously. His blue eyes darted around as he wondered why he had a different colour of paper…

“You,” Dean Patricia pointed to him. His face went white. “Come up here to the stage.”

The boy quickly made his way to the stage, his eyes widening with terror as he got closer to Dean Patricia. He made his way onto the stage. He kept his eyes obediently downward as he stopped in front of her. The only sound to be heard in the hall was the toe of Dean Patricia’s high heel clacking on the hardwood stage.

“What’s your name boy?”

“Darren, mam,” he replied.

“Darren. A strong name for a man. And what a strong young man you appear to be.”

He remained silent, unsure what to say.

“Well Darren, I don’t know you. I know nothing about you at all.

And yet, I’m going to castrate you.”

There was an audible gasp in the room. Darren’s face went even whiter than it had been.

“Ladies, Darren here has been selected completely at random. He appears to be a perfectly nice young gentleman. Nevertheless, I am going to crush Darren’s testicles. It is going to be an experience of agony beyond words. Beyond what you or I can imagine” - she smirked - and the room of girls laughed - “and I’m going to do it without mercy.”

Several teachers rolled out a wooden X plank that sat on wheels. Darren’s eyes widened as the reality of her words set in. He couldn’t believe what was happening to him.

“Please, no…” he said quietly. “Please NO!” He said louder. “Please NO!” He squealed at the top of his lungs. “Please, please!!”

The room erupted into laughter. He couldn’t believe it! They were pointing and laughing at him! Didn’t these girls understand this wasn’t a game? These were his balls! They were going to make him a eunuch!

One of the teachers grabbed him by the shoulder and he pulled away. Then two tried getting him and he pushed them off. He turned towards the stairs to make a break for it - and launched himself right into the toe of Dean Patricia’s oncoming heel. The hard toe of the shoe sunk deep into his growing as it completed its upward arc, lifting him off the ground and throwing him backwards.

Dean Patricia wished she had a snapshot of that exact moment every time she kicked a man in the balls. It was so perfect. That look of absolute shock, horror and fear.

Darren let out a high-pitched squeal and launched backwards onto his back. He was screaming at the top of his lungs.

Dean Patricia smiled. This was only the beginning.

Part IV

All credit to Sean D. 

Darren’s eyes were wide in fear as Dean Patricia secured the last remaining strap over his wrist. She took a step back and took in the sight. The boy was tied spread-eagled to a wooden X, completely naked.

He didn’t have much fight left in him after the brutal kick from Dean Patricia’s pointy-toed pump as the staff prepared him. His clothing had been forcefully removed. She enjoyed the added power dynamic of keeping a male exposed like this, and a girl could still see the balls she was kicking.

Darren was attached vertically to the contraption, in a standing position. Dean Patricia had already informed him he would be castrated but she had so many options on how to perform it. Two quick and hard kicks with her pointy-toed shoes… she was confident she had the accuracy and strength to pop one nut with each kick. Or she could flip Darren horizontal, lower him to ground level, and crush his nuts with the heels of her high-heeled shoes. She hadn’t decided yet how it would end, but she knew that she shouldn’t let him off so easy by immediately taking away the source of his boy-pain. She should toy with him for a while and have some fun.

First, there was some administrative business to get out of the way. Dean Patricia was putting in place a system. And systems followed rules and patterns.

“Everyone, I would like to welcome special guests to the stage.”

The room hushed. A clacking could be heard on the stairs. Darren’s eyes widened as he saw his mom and younger sister come onto the stage. “Mom! Please help me!” He almost screamed at her.

Darren’s younger sister Lizzy had the widest smirk on her face that one had ever seen. Ever the younger sister, she saw her older brother splayed out like that and couldn’t help but start laughing at him. “Nice outfit”, she teased. “How’s it hanging?” She said as she pointed and laughed at his penis and balls hanging between his outstretched legs.

Darren’s mom couldn’t also help but smile at Darren's situation, but she also had a serious look in her eyes. She stood by Dean Patricia.

“Ladies,” said Dean Patricia, addressing the room. “I’ve invited Darren’s mother, Rebecca, and sister, Lizzy, here, not just as a courtesy, but as a matter of protocol. You see, no boy has a decision-making authority. How his balls are treated, the pain he suffers, us girls get to have complete control over that.”

There were whoops and cheers.

“Now, ultimately it is the closest female relatives of every male who have the final say over their fate. The mother, sister, and aunt, of every boy in this school, signed him up to come here. They each signed on the dotted line, knowing what kind of treatment to which they were subjecting their son, brother, nephew…” She let this sink in on the boys in the audience.

She saw many forlorn looks and desperate faces from the boys as they realized that they weren’t in this school by some mistake. That their closest female relatives had INTENTIONALLY sent them here, to be subjected to daily and endless pain. And possibly suffer the worst fate that any male could! At that moment, it was like each boy had just gotten a swift kick between his legs. Dean Patricia smiled.

“Now, when it comes to planned castrations, such as this one, it is important that a sentence be passed and duly authorized with the consent of the male subject’s nearest female relative.”

Dean Patricia took a piece of paper and began reading. She turned to Darren’s mother and sister. “Rebecca Smith, the authorities or Breaker Campus have deemed it fit to castrate your son. However, under the rules, it is not our sentence to pass.” She handed her the sentence paper. “What say you?”

All eyes were on Darren’s mother. She looked around the room, and then to her son. He started pleading with her. “Please Mom, please…” She looked at her daughter Lizzy.

“As the mother and legal authority over my son, Darren, I…”

There was a pause, “… designate my daughter, and Darren’s sister, Lizzy, to pass the judgement and pronounce the sentence.”

Lizzy’s eyes widened, she squealed loudly and jumped for joy. “Thank you, Mom! Thank you!” She hugged her mom. The ladies in the room all clapped.

For his part, Darren’s face went white. With his mom, he had hope. She had given birth to him after all. But his little sis? She had learned about his boy weak spot at a very young age and took to calling it his pain button. She loved kicking, stomping, and hitting that pain button whenever she could. Still, she was his sister. Would she really go to the next step? He looked at her with hope and pleading in his eyes.

Lizzy took the sentence paper from her mom. She began to read, “I, Elizabeth Smith, being the sister of Darren Smith, do assert my right as the nearest female relative to pass judgement on whether or not my brother should be castrated.”

There wasn’t a sound to be heard in the room.

“I HEREBY DO… GIVE MY CONSENT TO ALLOW THE CASTRATION OF DARREN SMITH, MY BROTHER.”

The room erupted into cheers as the girls all clapped and yelled their support. Darren’s eyes were so wide. Lizzy looked up from the paper and locked eyes with him for what seemed like an eternity. She had the look of a gloating, self-satisfied little sister who was now going to beat her older brother once and for all. Permanently. There would be no comeback from this. This was her ultimate win over her big bro. He would live the rest of his life as a eunuch because of HER.

Dean Patricia said, “Lizzy, thank you. As the authorized female representative, would you also like to read the sentence?” Lizzy nodded yes.

The room went quiet again. “Darren Smith. You are hereby sentenced to be castrated. The method of castration will be as follows…”

There was excitement in the room as all the girls waited to hear how this boy’s balls would be taken from him. There was a list of options in front of Lizzy. She could pick any one of them. Would she, at the last minute, show her compassion and sentence him to a relatively painless chemical castration? Or a quick work of a sharp knife to quickly remove his balls after he had been given a painkiller?

She continued. “The method of castration will be testicular obliteration. While still connected via your spermatic cord and while still in the scrotum, your testicles are to be crushed into mush until no solid parts remain. At that point, you will have been deemed to have been castrated. The remains of your boyhood should be left inside your sac as a painful reminder of the fate you suffered. Eventually, the mush that was your prized manhood will dissolve into nothingness.

“Further, the method of crushing is to be as follows. Your testicles are to be kicked and stomped by females duly authorized to carry out the sentence.

Lizzy was beaming and looked at the room and then her brother as she read the last part. Her voice was full of joy as if she was telling everyone she had just won the lottery.

“The sentence of castration hereby announced is the MOST PAINFUL method of castration known to mankind. The intent is that you WILL SUFFER before your testicles are taken from you. Should you pass out from the pain, you will be revived. This will not be a quick sentence. It will be slow and painful."

The room broke out into deafening cheers.

After a minute, Dean Patricia quieted them down.

She turned to address to auditorium jammed with students. Most of those students blessed not to have orbs hanging between their legs were giggling and musing about what would happen next.

“Ladies,” said Dean Patricia. The room went silent. “Please look under your chairs.” Most girls in the room drew plain white blank pieces of paper, but there were 10 who drew red.

“The ladies with the red cards, please come up to the stage.” The girls excitedly rushed up to the stage. They were ready for whatever part they would play in this exciting event.

The girls stood neatly in a line on the stage. “Girls, you will each deliver two kicks to this boy’s testicles.” They squealed with joy and jumped up and down.

As they were randomly selected, the girls were of all sizes. Some were petite, and two were taller than average with long and fierce-looking legs. And another few she knew were athletic. She looked down at their shoes. The girls had all been told to come to the assembly with their favourite nut-crackers, and they didn’t disappoint. There were knee-high platform boots, metal-tipped shoes, metal studded shoes, a nice pair of pumps with a slightly rounded toe, and pair of steel-toed dockers - that was particularly brutal she thought, and smiled.

The girls lined up directly center across from Darren’s spread-eagled legs. “Ladies, I think it only appropriate that the first kick go to this boy’s lovely sister, don’t you?”

Lizzy smiled and walked over to the front of the line. She was wearing a skirt, white stockings, and a pair of black Mary Janes. They were a very heavy and very hard shoe. Darren had been kicked many times by his sister but never by a shoe as hard as that. His eyes widened with fear as he watched the row of girls across from him, all intent on exerting maximum force and damage on his most sensitive body part.

Darren’s eyes rolled back and he began to feint from sheer terror. Dean Patricia swiftly walked over, took the weight of his gonads into her hand, and then squeezed - hard. His orbs became more oval and less round with each passing second. She wondered how long it would take the alarm bells emanating from his nerves to reach his brain. Not long. After a few seconds, his eyes opened wide and he gasped for breath. Satisfied, Dean Patricia let go and walked to the side.

She nodded to Lizzy.

“Ready for this big bro? I know you’ve always liked my love taps. How else is a sister to share her affection for her bro? Well, I want to show you how much I really love you.” She started walking towards him.

“No, no,” he pleaded as she got closer. Her foot arced back. Darren closed his eyes. As if that would magically make his punishment go away, thought Dean Patricia.

Lizzy put everything she had into the kick. The risk with that, thought Dean Patricia, was that she may miss. The speed and force of the kick was impressive as her leg arched upwards between her brother’s legs.

WHAM

The sound of her hard Mary Jane smashing into her brother reverberated throughout the room. And most importantly, it landed precisely on target. It was a brutal toe punt. The upward arcing wide toe of the Mary Jane had no trouble landing on both his nuts. Darren’s poor orbs were held in place. No escape. They took the full force of his sister’s kick. Tied to the X and unable to move, there was no way for his body to absorb the kick. The Mary Jane finished its arc flat against his pubic bone. For a moment, Darren’s testicles seemed to entirely disappear as there was nothing between her shoe and his groin. Patricia thought that maybe Liz had just done the deed and castrated her brother in one swift kick. But the POP or SQUICK sound that Patricia had heard many times before didn’t come. As her leg finished its arc and the shoe started moving away from the V between his legs, his testicles reappeared.

There was a split second of silence, and then… Darren screamed at the top of his lungs. Not a short yell. A prolonged, loud, screeching scream of agony. For what seemed like a long time, every girl in the room watched this poor boy scream at the top of his lungs, wide smiles on their faces.

She could see his balls were starting to swell, as they were now bulging out of nutsack. His sister had gotten him really good. All the girls cheered. Lizzy took a bow, walked over to her brother put her hands on her hips, stuck her tongue out and gave him a triumphant look. She then stepped aside and the other girls began.

First up was a petite blond in classic pumps. The first kick landed solidly on his left ball. The second on his right. She had hoped that by concentrating her force on one at a time, she may be able to pop his nuts, but to no avail.

Next up was one of the tall girls wearing steel-studded flats. As Patricia watched the arc of her leg, she couldn’t help but think that basic physics would mean that a wider arc would allow for more build-up of momentum. Not good news for Darren. His eyes almost popped out of their sockets as her steel studs dug their way into his trapped and swollen gonads. Then came the second kick, just as fierce.

Patricia walked up and inspected Darren’s package. Sure enough, the steel studs had left bruise marks. The kicker high-fived another of the kickers as all the girls cheered.

Then girl three, then four, then five and six.

WHAM

SMACK

THUD

Girl seven had the steel-toed Dockers. Patricia couldn’t help but feel slightly annoyed that there was a real chance this girl would end all the fun here and now. With steel toes, the chance of fully rupturing one or both of his balls was likely. The look on the girl’s face showed she was thinking the same thing. She gave Darren a cold smile that said “I’m about to nut you,” as she ran up to him and delivered a kick as hard as she could. If this landed accurately… Darren would be a eunuch in three… two… one…

As Patricia had predicted with Lizzy’s kick, the force of this other girl’s kick had undermined its accuracy. The cold steel toe only grazed Darren’s sac as it sailed upwards, directly into his penis, crushing his penis against his body. Darren howled of course. Having his penis full-force kicked with steel toes was a painful endeavour, and he would no doubt be terribly bruised, but at least he was still a boy.

What the girl should have done, thought Patricia, was compose herself, take a breath, and deliver a more focused kick. With steel toes, she wouldn’t need full force for a rupture. But the girl was clearly frustrated and she launched another full-force kick. This one was even worse than the first, landing behind Darren’s sac. Of course, he was still in a lot of pain, but the girl walked away disappointed.

The remaining girls finished their kicks. They all bowed to the crowd, who cheered, and then they left the stage. Patricia thanked the girls for their enthusiasm.

She went up and assessed his balls. They were swollen to two or three times their normal size. They were like soft plumbs in her fingers as she rolled them around, not the harder nuts that they were before. He howled as she dug her fingers into his nutmeat. Even without any touch, he would have been balling from the pain of having received all those kicks. Having them squeezed hard was unbearable.

“Oh my boy, you ain’t seen nothing yet.” She smiled.

Part V

All credit to Sean D. 

She turned to two teachers waiting nearby. “Turn him horizontal and lower him to floor level.”

The teachers did so as Darren looked around anxiously. “No, no, what are you doing?”

“My boy… I guess I won’t be able to call you that much longer. This has been fun. But all good things must come to an end.”

The teachers lowered him to ground level and secured him in place. He was now laying in an X spread-eagled. She had planned to move straight to castration but the site was so tempting. Maybe she could have just a little more fun.

Patricia stood between his legs, swung her leg far back, and let fly. Rather than hitting direct with the pointy toe of her stiletto, which likely would have skewered his nut or ripped it right off, she angled her foot so the top flat part of her shoe crashed into his waiting nuts and crushed them into his body. There was a satisfying sound - THWAP - and feeling. She wound her leg back and did it again. And then again.

As she kicked again and again, Darren was screaming at the top of his lungs.

She could just keep going, maybe 10 more kicks and she would pop them? Or a kick with the toe? She stopped. No. Looking at his swollen gonads, she already knew how she wanted to do it.

She motioned to the teachers and they moved to fix a small wooden board around his balls. It was only about 2 feet squared with a hole in the middle. They closed the two parts of it around the base of his balls. There was a screw to tighten or loosen. They tightened until the hole became smaller. His swollen balls were now splayed out on top of the wood. And they had no way of escaping through the hole.

“Darren Smith. The sentence has already been pronounced. Now it is time to carry it out.”

Patricia put her right foot into the platform and placed it beside his right nut. She played with his nut for a minute with the toe of her stiletto, pushing and prodding into it. He screamed in agony. It felt like an overripe plumb now. Just ready to explode.

She positioned the heel of the stiletto on the center of his right ball. She started to press down, slowly shifting her weight.

“Please, please, please…” the boy was pleading. She put more weight onto his nut. It was bulging out on all sides like a balloon when pressed in the middle. Huh, she had never thought to compare a ball with a balloon, but this is precisely what it felt like. She was pleased at having found a new analogy.

The pain intensified, and he lost all ability to speak. He was now just mattering guttural, incoherent sounds.

Patricia shifted all of her weight onto her heel. She was surprised that his balloon didn’t burst immediately. She was happy, though actually. This was perhaps the happiest place and moment on earth for her. In this moment, she wasn’t holding back. She was doing it - she was putting all of her effort into destroying a testicle. But she still had the adrenaline rush of anticipation. It hadn’t happened yet. When would it happen? She was in a state of bliss as her stiletto heel sunk ever closer to the floor, the nutmeat that was underneath it being displaced to all sides, putting immense pressure on the testicular wall.

The boy’s nut was distorted almost beyond recognition. Even if she were to remove her foot at this moment, she was sure that enough internal damage had been caused to the testicle that it would never produce sperm. It was most likely sterilized. But that wasn’t enough. It had to be destroyed.

She felt her stiletto heel touch the smooth, even surface of the wood below. Her heart began pounding like a jackhammer. She couldn’t breathe. All her experience and instinct told her, “Here it comes…”

She watched as the ball, which had been expanding, expanding, reached its limits. The testicular wall could not hold. And just like a balloon…

POP

That wonderful, satisfying sound she would ever hear echoed throughout the hall. Just as a balloon deflated as the air comes rushing out, so too did she watch as the gigantic swollen ball on which she had been standing completely deflated as the insides of his testicle poured through the destroyed wall and out into his sac. The right side of his sac now became a shapeless mass of liquified nutmeat.

There was a deafening roar from the room. Patricia looked at the happy faces all staring back at her. She felt so proud of her girls and so proud to be a woman.

They began clapping and chanting “Finish it, finish it… »

Patricia looked down at his bulging left nut. She looked at Darren’s face. He had the look of a deer in headlights. His brain didn’t know how to comprehend what was happening.  

The pain was so overwhelming that his brain did not know how to process it.

“Finish it, finish it…” the girls chanted.

Patricia silenced the room. “Girls, we ARE GOING TO FINISH IT.” They all cheered. “And I can’t think of what better person to do it, if she’s willing…”

Patricia looked over to Lizzy. Lizzy’s eyes brightened with the light of a star. “Yes, yes, yeeessss!!!” She squealed with schoolgirl glee.

Lizzy walked over to her brother. “Do you know how you would like to do it?” Asked Patricia. Lizzy didn’t hesitate. “Oh yeah. For years, when I really wanted to get one of my brothers good, do you know how badly I just wanted to stomp his little ballsies into smithereens? Well, now is my chance!”

Lizzy looked down at her foot. She removed her shoe and white stocking covering her legs and feet. “I want to be able to FEEL his nut be destroyed under my foot!”

Lizzy stood over her brother. Little sister towering over big brother. She loved it. “Lizzy, no, no, please…” he said as she raised her foot above his last remaining nut. “I’m your broth…” The wind was knocked out of him as Lizzy stomped down hard on her brother’s left ball. She lifted her foot back up and stomped again. Then again. Every time she struck, she could feel his ball flatten. It was the most amazing feeling ever.

Four, five, six times. Lizzy stopped and watched as her brother’s muscles writhed in agony. He so wanted to curl up into a ball. To cup his last remaining gonad, but he couldn’t.

Patricia walked over to Lizzy and gave some advice. “If you want to destroy his testicle with one hard stomp, then you should use your heel…” Patricia bent down, grabbed Lizzie's foot and calf, moved it over top of Darren’s testicle and slowly down towards it, with her heel directly over top of it. She slowly moved it onto his nut and flattened it slightly. “If you hit it at this angle with that spot of your heel, and with as much force as you can muster, your brother’s ball doesn’t stand a chance.” She repeated the movement once more. Lizzy nodded and did a few slow-motion practice stomps in order to ensure she had an accurate aim.

“Hear that bro?” Lizzy taunted. “Your little ballsie doesn’t stand a chance. What do you think of the fact that your little sis is going to make you into a eunuch.”

“Wait, once I castrate you, you won’t be my brother anymore. Will you be my sister then? I’ve always wanted a sister!” The entire room laughed.

As his sister raised her heel high into position, his mind raced in desperation. “Wait!” He yelled.

She kept her foot suspended in mid-air and looked at him impatiently. “What?”

“If you castrate me, then I won't have a "pain button" for you anymore. No more fun kicking me in the balls - or uh - ball, all the time.”

“Hmm, you’re right”

Lizzy lowered her foot to the ground. Darren had a gleam or hope in his eye. He wouldn’t be castrated after all.

Lizzy looked at him and smiled. “You’re just forgetting one thing, my silly brother.” He looked at her. “I have three more brothers, so that’s six more balls I'm going to destroy someday. In the meantime, here goes ball number 1!!”

Before Darren could speak or react, Lizzy lifted her leg high and it descended to the ground in what looked to Darren like a flash. White lightning streamed across Darren’s field of vision as an explosion ripped through his body. It was the shockwave of pain from his little sister’s devastating heel stomp that, in that very instant, obliterated his left and last testicle into nothingness.

For a split second, Lizzy had felt a soft air cushion under her heel. But only for an instant. Then there was a loud POP and then all she could feel was her heel making contact with the hard wood. She kept her foot in place. As the seconds passed, she felt a warmth cover the bottom of her foot. It was the insides of her brother’s testicle spilling out across his sac. Lizzy stood there for what felt like an eternity, relishing the feeling.

“I can’t believe I just castrated my big brother!” She thought to herself.

Darren began convulsing on the table. His head rocked back and forth. No one in that room could understand the agony he was going through.

After a few minutes of watching her brother’s torment, Patricia told Lizzy that the sentence was to completely obliterate his testicles. That meant no solid pieces could be remaining.

Lizzy bent down and felt her brother’s sac. It was no longer bulging but hanging looser now. The bulging orbs were nowhere to be seen. In their place just a formless mass of destroyed nuts.

With absolute glee, Lizzy poked and prodded her brother’s sac. It was like gelatin. Oh, wait, she would feel something, a little lump here and there. She would bring her fingers around it and then squeeze, crushing bit by bit any solid remnants of his testicles. Darren screamed in agony the whole time.

When it was all done, Patricia looked to the auditorium. “Ladies, the sentence has been carried out.”