Ballbusting Analytics

New story: Ballbusting Analytics

By kickthem, 03-18-2011

Ballbusting Analytics – The First Night

Kammie Tolbert rushed down the hall looking for Room 370. Traffic had been a bitch and she was afraid she was going to be late for the class she had been looking so forward to since she had signed up.

‘Good! There it is,’ she sighed in relief as she entered and found a seat. She took a couple of deep breaths and looked around the room. There were about 15 women, almost all of them young, slender, and attractive. There were two or three that were a bit older, but they too were in excellent physical condition as well as pretty.

Kammie next focused her attention on the instructor. She was an extremely attractive woman, probably in her late twenties. She guessed her to be around 5’-9”, but in the heels she was wearing, easily topped six feet. At that moment the instructor spoke.

“Good evening, ladies, and welcome to the Ballbusting Analytics class. My name is Christina Fredricks. As you know, this class consists of two four-hour sessions. Tonight, we will watch three video presentations in which women bust the balls of willing men. We will watch a woman methodically punish a man’s balls and make him suffer horribly. We will see another woman perform a slow, subtle form of torture that builds slowly until the man is reduced to a sobbing lump of flesh. And, we will watch two men having their balls destroyed by the same woman using two different methods. We will have a class discussion of what we have seen after the last video. At next week’s session, we will have a live demonstration of ballkicking, followed by a raffle where one of you lucky ladies will win the opportunity to be the star of our new ballbusting demo video.”

An excited buzz welled up in the room as all the women expressed their enthusiasm. Kammie’s eyes widened with delight as she thought how much fun it would be to make a video.

“Okay, ladies, we have a lot to do this evening, so let’s get right to it,” Christina announced. The room quieted as she pressed the PLAY button on the DVD player. The screen of the large HD monitor flickered to life as the video began.

The scene opened showing a man bound to a table. He was completely nude. His arms and legs were fastened so securely by a series of leather straps that he was unable to move. His legs were spread apart, completely exposing his dangling balls. There was an opening in the table below his groin that allowed complete access from below.

The sound of high heels clicking on the floor grew louder as a woman entered the frame. She was dressed in a classic navy blue business suit. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a tight bun.

As casually as one might pick up a cup of coffee to take a drink, the woman reached between the man’s legs and gathered his testicles into the palm of her hand. Then she firmly tightened her fingers until the man was trembling. The camera clearly showed his testicles flattening and bulging. The woman held her grip for nearly a minute before finally letting go. The man was gasping; there was no doubt the woman’s grip had been extremely painful.

After a moment the woman again took hold of the man’s testicles. This time she circled her thumb and forefinger in a ring around the neck of the scrotum, ******* the organs tight against the bottom of the sac. The skin glistened as she stretched it taut. Then, without any hint of what was to come, she punched the distended balls with her fist – again and again – until the man was vibrating uncontrollably. As tight as he was bound, there was no way to escape.

Some of the women in the class were breathing heavily as they watched the action. Kammie could feel herself getting wet.

The woman finally stopped punching and let the man’s bruised testicles flop down. He was sobbing and gagging.

But, there would be no mercy. The woman proceeded without pause to her next method of testicle abuse. From a nearby cabinet she withdrew a length of rope and began wrapping it around the man’s scrotum. She wound it several times above his balls and then she wove the rope around so that it separated his balls. When she was done the skin of the man’s scrotum was stretched very tight and had turned a deep red color. The woman tied off the ends and then cruelly teased his penis with her fingers until it grew to a full, throbbing erection, with its skin just as taut as that of the scrotum. It was clear that the man was in agony. He moaned constantly.

The man’s genitals were now a perfect target for whatever the woman had in mind. She began by snapping her finger against each one twice. Horrible sounds came from the man as he was ****** to endure the perfunctory abuse. She gave each individual testicle a firm squeeze until the man shook so hard the table moved a couple of inches along the floor. Despite the heartless cruelty he suffered, his penis remained erect. As tightly bound as were his genitals, the blood had no way to escape.

Next, the woman attached a short length of rope to the rope binding the man’s balls. The rope had a hook on the loose end. From the supply cabinet the woman removed a bucket and hung it from the hook. Then she took a fairly large box out of the cabinet and set it on the floor a few feet in front of the man. In the box was a supply of croquet balls. The woman smiled as she picked up the first one. She tossed it easily toward the man’s distended genitals. The ball hit his testicles, which caused him to flinch, and then dropped into the bucket. The force of the ball landing in the bucket jerked it downward, introducing yet another form of agony for the man to endure.

In a methodical manner, the woman tossed ball after ball at the man’s crotch, each one hitting his swollen testicles and then dropping into the bucket. The man’s testicles were afforded three kinds of torture from this relatively simple activity; the impact of the ball against them, the bouncing of the ball landing in the bucket jerking down, and the ever-increasing weight of the balls stretching his scrotum. Soon, the weight of the balls in the bucket was pulling down with considerable force. The man’s scrotum was stretched at least two or three inches. His body trembled all over, and he wildly shook his head from side to side in increasing intensity as each ball landed in the bucket.

When the woman had filled the bucket, the man’s balls were stretched five inches or more. The skin was severely bruised, now a vivid purple color. It looked as though the skin might rip apart at any moment. She stood beside him for several moments, hands on hips, as she studied her handiwork. Satisfied, she unhooked the bucket and smirked as his testicles sprung back. Then she felt his balls with one hand while she stroked his penis with the other. Bound as he was, the man has very little range of motion, but he did his best to thrust into her grip.

The woman shook her head in disgust and released his penis. She gave his balls a firm squeeze and then released them, too. She did not remove the rope and simply left the man lying where she had found him. The video ended with the fading sound of the woman’s high heels clicking on the floor as she departed.

Kammie couldn’t believe what she had just seen. Her crotch was on fire. She had her thighs pressed tight against each other. She could hear soft moans coming from many of the other women in the classroom.

“All right, ladies,” Christina spoke. “I know that was rather intense. I assumed you all enjoyed what you saw though?”

A chorus of yeses was her answer.

“Good. Now, in the next video, we will watch a much more subtle form of testicle abuse. What the woman does may not look like much, but I can assure you that by the end the man she is working on is suffering just as much as the one in our first video.”

Christina pushed the PLAY button and the next video began.

A man was seated in a chair. His arms were bound to the arms of the chair, and his legs were splayed as they were tied to the chair legs. The seat of the chair was horseshoe-shaped so that there was open space below the man’s genitals. At the moment his testicles hung loosely above the opening.

A woman entered the room and pulled up a normal chair and took a seat in front of the man. She was probably around forty years old, but very physically fit. She wore a short-sleeved blouse and a skirt that ended right at the top of her knees. He shapely legs were adorned with sheer stockings and on her feet she wore classic pumps with two-inch heels.

She gave the man a knowing look and reached forward and took hold of his balls in the palm of her hand. She kneaded them lightly and he sighed. What she was doing at the moment felt good. His penis rose to a full erection.

The woman smiled and said, “When I’m finished with you I doubt very much you’ll be quite so enthusiastic.”

The woman stood and walked off screen for a moment. She returned with a small satchel. She took her seat and reached into the satchel and pulled out a long-handled wooden spoon. She rubbed the smooth underside of the spoon against the man’s balls from side to side a few times and then she lowered it, only to quickly snap it up. The impact surprised the man and he grunted. The spoon hadn’t struck very hard; just enough to grab his attention.

The woman repeated this 10 times. After the last one, the man was growing visibly uncomfortable. His scrotum was starting to darken in color. She then delivered another 10 seemingly light smacks to the underside of his testicles. But now the cumulative effect of the blows was starting to take full effect. Even though each blow was no harder than the first, it felt as though it was delivered with far greater force.

Indeed, the man’s erection was starting to flag a bit. The woman continued to snap the spoon in a steady rhythm against his testicles. After 15 more, his erection had completely wilted. His scrotum had tightened as the repeated blows were causing his balls to swell. The man was now shaking and dreading each swat.

The woman took note of the absence of his erection and a smug look of satisfaction spread across her face. “That didn’t take long,” she taunted him. “I’m nowhere near finished with you.”

She gave him a few more swats with the spoon before she set it aside. The man was gasping for breath and perspiring heavily. The woman again took his testicles in the palm of her hand and afforded them a gentle massage. The spoon treatment must have been too severe, because this time his penis did not respond.

The woman crossed one leg over the other as she contemplated her next action. “They tell me you have a bit of a shoe fetish,” she said to the man. “Let’s find out.”

She then reached down and slipped off one of her shoes. The man’s interest was evident as he watched intently. The woman gripped her shoe by the toe portion and proceeded to pop the hard heel against his testicles from below in much the same manner as she had used the spoon. The swollen orbs bounced as she delivered blow after blow. The man began to sob uncontrollably. His balls swelled even more.

The woman showed no mercy. She steadily rapped the heel of her shoe against the man’s distended testicles for five minutes. When she finally delivered the last blow, the man was a complete wreck.

“So much for that shoe fetish,” she observed as she slid her foot back into her shoe.

At that point she rose from her chair and the video faded out as she walked away.

Christina pressed the STOP button on the player and noticed how intense all the women in the class had become. “As you saw in that video, it is not necessary to deliver full-force blows to make a man suffer. The woman in that video used very little force in each one. But the cumulative effect was devastating to the victim. He suffered every bit as much as the one in the first video.”

Kammie couldn’t believe how much she was enjoying this. So far the class had exceeded her expectations by quite a bit.

“We’ll now watch the final video of the evening,” Christina announced. “After that, we’ll take a short break. In the time remaining we’ll have a discussion about what we’ve seen.”

Christina pressed the PLAY button and the next video appeared on the screen.

An attractive young woman stood before the camera. “Good evening, ladies,” she greeted them. “In this video I will destroy the balls of two willing men using two different methods. You are probably wondering why a man would willingly submit to having his balls destroyed in a violent manner. That is a very good question. We’ve discovered that it is basically a result of low self esteem. The men in our videos all have a hard time finding jobs, and the jobs they do have are menial and pay very little. They can’t find women willing to date them, and thus consider themselves unworthy of reproduction. They become more and more masochistic and eventually develop the desire to become a eunuch – luckily for us.

“But now, without further delay, here is my session with victim number one.”

The scene faded out. The video opened with a wide shot of a fairly large room. In the center of one wall there was a large X-shaped frame to which were attached numerous leather straps. The camera zoomed in on the apparatus and lingered long enough to give the viewer a good look. The camera then zoomed out and followed the arrival of a naked man and the woman that had made the introduction. She was dressed in a tight black leather halter top and micro-mini black leather skirt. She wore black leather knee-high boots with five-inch heels and a one-inch thick platform sole.

The woman led the man to the frame and guided him into the proper position. She fastened his wrists to the top ends with straps, and she buckled a second strap around each of his arms at the elbows. Next, she fastened a belt around his waist that was bolted to the frame where the tow beams crossed. Finally, his spread legs were strapped to the lower parts of the frame, one at each ankle and knee. The man was now in a position where his balls hung freely below his groin.

The woman turned to the camera and spoke. “Hello again. The fellow is to be my first victim. I am going to kick him in the balls as hard as I can with these platform-soled boots as many times as it takes to turn said balls to mush. I have to warn you, this is very brutal and not for the weak of heart. I’ve done this several times and the fewest number of kicks it has taken is five. The most was twelve. I promise you, this man WILL suffer – a lot.”

The woman walked over to the bound man and whispered something in his ear. He nodded, but the look on his face was one of abject fear.

The woman stepped into position in front of the man and swung her leg gently to measure her kick. The man jerked involuntarily when the toe of her boot gently nudged his doomed testicles.

Now ready, the woman launched her first kick. Her booted foot blurred as it flew in a smooth arc directly into the dangling testicles.

SPLATTTTT

The sound of her boot connecting was absolutely sickening. The man, unable to move jerked futilely against his bonds and screamed.

The woman paused for just a few seconds before sending kick number two on its way.

SPLATTTTT

Same sound – same reaction. The man coughed and gagged.

Kick number three landed with absolute precision – her boot toe hit his left testicle dead center and compressed it almost to the rupture point. Had the man been free of his bonds he likely would have been rolling around on the floor and clutching his balls.

Kick number four did to his right testicle what kick number three had done to the left. Both balls had rapidly swollen to three times their normal size.

The woman turned to face the camera. “It looks like I can tie my record. One more kick should turn those balls of his into jelly.” It was a little hard to understand what she was saying over the horrific screams coming from the man’s throat.

She turned around and eagerly eyed her targets. Then she launched the hardest kick yet.

SPLUUUTTTTTT

The sound of kick number five was decidedly different from that of the first four. She had succeeded. The last kick had completely destroyed the man’s balls. His scrotum was filled with a gooey mass of blood and ruined tissue.

Mercifully, for him, the trauma was too much and he passed out. Now, all was quiet.

The woman turned to the camera with a huge smile on her face. “Ladies, that is probably the most violent method I know of to destroy a man’s balls – without using power tools.” She giggled. “The method I use in the next scene is quite different. Some might even call it sensual. But watch and judge for yourselves.”

The scene faded out and the new scene quickly appeared. There was a wide shot of the same room as in the first episode. This time, a man was already fastened to the X-frame. The camera zoomed in on his groin to show what had been done to prepare him. His balls were intricately tied with strong rope. Even coils wound around the neck of his scrotum, stretching his balls downward. More of the rope had been looped and wound around each individual testicle so that they were well presented and spread apart. Two more pieces of rope had been fastened to the arrangement and hung down. To each of these ropes a stirrup had been fastened. The ropes had been so ingeniously tied that when downward pressure was applied the loops around the testicles compressed and strangled, much like a hangman’s noose. A step stool sat nearby.

When the camera had dwelt on the set-up of the victim to give the viewer sufficient time to understand what had been done, it next panned over to the origination of the sound of high heels clicking. The woman from the first episode was making her entrance. This time she was dressed more casually, wearing a T-shirt and tight shorts. But her shoes were quite exquisite; black leather four-inch stiletto-heeled classic pumps. The muscles in her well-toned legs rippled seductively as she walked.

She approached her victim and casually took hold of his limp penis. She massaged it in her hand until it had swelled to full erection. “Enjoy it,” she told the slave. “It will be the last one you ever have.”

Then she turned to the camera and said, “Perhaps you have already figured out what I am going to do to him. If not, you’ll see soon enough. I think you’ll enjoy watching.”

Then she placed one foot into a stirrup and let the weight of her leg rest there. A close-up showed the man’s testicles being pulled down by the added weight and a demonstration of how the testicle loop would clench its prey. He gasped sharply. The woman smiled at him and then removed her foot. She pulled the stepstool directly in front of him and sat down on the top. Then she lifted both feet and slipped each into a stirrup. The camera showed his balls being pulled down even further than before and the loops wickedly squeezing each. The woman looked him straight in the eye as the weight of her legs dragged his balls down millimeter by agonizing millimeter. The man was breathing hard when she removed her feet from the stirrups.

She slid the stepstool a little closer and climbed up a couple of rungs. Just above the man’s shoulders there were handholds attached to the X-frame. The woman leaned forward and grabbed hold of these. Using the handholds and the man’s shoulders in combination, she had balanced her weight there. She then lifted on foot off the stepstool and slid it back into the stirrup. Still keeping her weight supported by her arms on his shoulders, her second foot followed into the other stirrup.

It was now crystal clear how she would destroy this victim’s balls. There was no way his balls could support her weight. So, when she transferred her weight from her arms on his shoulders to her feet in the stirrups – good-by balls.

But, she intended to tease him first. She allowed some of her weight to shift to her legs, which brought forth a large moan of pain from the man as his balls absorbed a portion of the burden of supporting the woman. His bound scrotum stretched; his testicles became compressed by the ropes encircling them.

And then the pressure eased. She had shifted her balance back onto her arms. The man was sobbing.

She repeated the maneuver. The camera zoomed in on the man’s groin and clearly showed just how far his scrotum was stretched and how much his balls were squeezed by the rope loops. It also provided a very nice image of the woman’s beautiful shoes flexing in the stirrups.

Again she relented and lifted her weight. She kept her feet in the stirrups and whispered something into the man’s ear. Tears poured down his cheeks as he nodded in agreement to what she was saying.

The woman turned her head and nodded to the camera, indicating it was time for the finale. She waited until the cameraman had carefully framed the scene so it would not miss the destruction of his balls. She received the signal to proceed.

The woman carefully eased back and slowly let her weight shift from the man’s shoulders and handholds. The camera clearly showed the man’s scrotum stretching beyond its previous maximum. And the rope loops were getting smaller and smaller, crushing and squeezing the connective tissue. The poor man was screaming endlessly, his throat soon becoming raw. It was not long and the woman had now shifted her balance completely so that her entire weight was now supported by the stirrups pulling against the man’s ruined testicles.

She hung there for a minute or so until her feet were only a few inches from the floor. Then, the scrotum could at last take no more and gave way. The man’s balls were torn from their residence, the life having already been crushed out of them by the rope loops. He immediately went into shock and passed out. The woman’s feet hit the floor with a clack as the disembodied testicles landed with a wet splat.

The camera immediately panned upward to the woman’s face. She smiled as she asked, “So what do you think ladies? Sensuous?”

The scene faded to black and Christina pushed the STOP button on the DVD player and observed the reactions of the women in the class.

A couple of them looked a bit green due to the explicitness of the last scene. Several others merely looked stunned. And there were those that appeared to be in the throes of orgasm.

Kammie was one of the orgasmers. She couldn’t believe how hot she had gotten watching the man’s balls being ripped from his body.

Christina waited a few moments for things to settle down. Then she opened the discussion. “All right ladies, which of those scenes did you enjoy most?”

A woman at the back of the classroom immediately raised her hand and spoke up. “The last one!” she breathed, her voice husky.

Another woman seconded her opinion. “Definitely, the last one.”

One of the women who had looked a little green offered, “I liked the last one until his testicles were torn off. I knew it was going to happen, and I wanted it to happen, but it was so graphic it was kind of hard to watch.”

“I liked all of them,” yet another woman contributed. “But total destruction of the testicles is not my thing. So my favorite is video number one. I liked the brutality of it without the finality. She left them intact to hurt again another day.”

“The destruction by kicking is my favorite,” an athletic-looking woman stated enthusiastically. I’m really into sports and the physical talents she displayed in that segment were very impressive.”

Eventually, each woman offered her opinion as to her favorite and it came out pretty evenly divided. Kammie had had a difficult decision, but she ultimately concluded that her favorite was the last one. She loved wearing high heels and the thought of using her shoes to ******** a man was quite alluring.

The discussions continued passionately until the end of the class. The women all agreed that testicle abuse was an enjoyable pastime. Just how far to take it led to friendly disagreements, but in the end everyone knew what their own comfort level was. A couple of the women admitted that they had never had the desire to completely ruin a man before tonight. But watching the videos had whet their appetites and they both confirmed that it was something they would definitely try if given the opportunity.

“I’d like to thank all of you for attending tonight’s class,” Christina said as the allotted time neared expiration. “Remember, next week will have a live ballkicking demonstration, followed by a class exercise. Each of you will have the chance to learn some of the techniques of our pros. The second night will conclude with a drawing. As I’m sure you recall, the winner will star in our next demonstration video.”

“What will the topic of the video be?” a woman asked.

“That’s a surprise,” Christina explained. “But I know whoever wins will really enjoy making it. Well, I see our time is up for now. I look forward to seeing you all back here same time next week. Good night.”

END PART 1

Ballbusting Analytics – The Second Night

Part 1 – The Demonstration

The week absolutely crawled by for Kammie. Her anticipation for the second night of the Ballbusting Analytics class was nearly unbearable. She had really enjoyed watching the video presentations, but she just knew the live demonstrations would be even better. And they were going to get to talk to and learn from the professionals! She didn’t think it could get any better than that!

*****

The days crept by until at last it was time to get ready for class. Kammie wanted to look her best, hoping she would be chosen for some type of class participation or demonstration. She put on her best blouse and a sleek miniskirt. Tonight, she decided she’d make her long legs as attractive as possible, so she wore a pair of ultra-sheer smoky-colored pantyhose. And for the finishing touch – she wore her smooth black leather Via Spiga pumps with four-inch stiletto heels. God, she felt powerful in this outfit; it was perfect. She was so ready. She looked in the mirror and admired herself. ‘Testicles, beware,’ she thought.

*****

Kammie was the first student to arrive in the classroom. Christina was already there, chatting with another woman. Kammie immediately recognized her as the woman who had destroyed the two sets of balls in last week’s video. They looked over at Kammie as she found her seat. Christina smiled and said, “Anxious for the class to begin, are you?”

“You bet I am,” Kammie admitted. I can’t wait to see the live ballkicking demonstration.”

“I’m sure it will exceed your expectations,” Christina said. “We’ve never had a disappointed student in our class.” She paused for a moment and then continued, “I could see your face light up when you saw Rachel. I could tell right away you recognized her as the star of our video.”

Kammie nodded enthusiastically. “I sure did. It is nice to meet you, Rachel. I was so impressed by your work. You are a consummate professional.”

Rachel smiled. “Thank you. I’ve been at this for several years and have had a lot of practice.”

“Do you happen to know how many men’s balls you’ve destroyed?” Kammie asked.

“I haven’t destroyed all that many balls; I’d guess about 20 to 25 pairs. But I have kicked or otherwise abused the balls of hundreds of men.” A look of pure delight washed over her face as she softly added, “And every one of them loved it.”

At this point several other members of the class began to file in. They too all recognized the visitor. One could feel an air of excitement building as the women took their seats. It wasn’t long and all the class members had arrived and were settled in.

Christina walked to the front of the room and began, “Welcome back everyone. This is the second and final night of our Ballbusting Analytics class. As you have no doubt noticed we have a guest here. I’m sure most, if not all of you recognize her as the ball destroyer from last week’s video. Ladies, please welcome, Rachel Woodson.”

All the women applauded ardently. Rachel bowed her head and modestly accepted their praise. When the applause died out, she said, “Thank you all so much. You are very kind. I am only doing what I’ve discovered is my life’s passion. I have to tell you, for me, there is no greater sense of power than the feeling of a man’s testicles flattening under my foot or shoe.”

Several soft moans of pleasure could be heard when she said this.

Rachel grinned broadly and continued, “The first segment of tonight’s class will be a live ballbusting demonstration by… ME!”

The women in the class applauded again.

“I will show you some of my favorite techniques. I will kick barefoot, with flats and, of course, high heels. I won’t be kicking nearly as hard as I did in the video when my intention was to destroy the balls. But rest assured; the men whose balls feel my foot tonight will not be at all happy.”

More applause and a few cheers.

“After I complete my demonstration, all of you will have the opportunity to try your favorite kicking method on one of our ‘volunteers’.”

This time, some knowing laughs.

“All right, we’ve got a lot to do tonight, so Christina, if you would be so kind as to bring our first subject…”

Christina walked over to a side door and opened it halfway. “Number one, if

you would join us please?”

A rather small man emerged and reluctantly followed Christina to the platform at the front of the classroom. He wore only a pair of gym shorts. He stood and faced the class, his hands clasped behind his back. He looked fearfully at Rachel as she stepped up onto the platform. She was wearing an elegant blouse, a moderate length skirt that ended an inch or two above her knees, and a pair of mid-heel smooth leather pumps. Her long legs were bare.

She towered over the man, even after she kicked off her shoes. “Please take off your shorts,” she directed.

The man obediently slid his shorts down and kicked them off to the side. Now naked, he again stood in position facing the class. Rachel reached over and cupped his testicles in the palm of her hand. The man flinched a bit, but Rachel didn’t squeeze him. She whispered in his ear as she softly manipulated his balls in her hand. In a moment or two his small penis had swelled to a full erection.

“That’s nice,” Rachel encouraged. “Get that thing up and out of the way. I want my foot hitting your balls, not your dick.”

The man looked up at her with sad eyes.

Kammie watched intently. She could tell he knew what was coming and that he didn’t want it, but he knew he had no choice – Rachel was going to kick his balls with her bare foot.

“All right, I think you’re ready now,” Rachel said. “Please spread your legs and keep your hands behind your back. If you behave yourself I won’t kick you as hard as I can. Mind you, this is going hurt your balls like they’ve never been hurt before, but just remember – it’s only my bare foot.”

Rachel directed the man to stand sideways to the class so the women watching would have a better view. When she was satisfied he was properly positioned, she took a step back and then let her foot fly straight into her unwilling target.

SMACK

The top of Rachel’s foot landed a direct hit against the man’s dangling scrotum. His balls compressed to half their normal thickness. His eyes opened wide in surprise and then he gagged and fell to his knees.

The women in the classed laughed at him. “Come on you wimp!” one woman called out. “She barely touched you.”

Rachel shook her head in disgust. “Sad but true,” she lamented. She crossed her arms under her breasts and looked directly at the fallen man and said, “Get up. I didn’t kick anywhere close to as hard as I can. Your deal is that you’d take a minimum of five kicks, but you’d get ten if I wasn’t satisfied. That was your one and only chance. If you don’t stay up after each of these next four, you’ll get five more and they’ll make these first five feel like love taps.”

The man, a terrified expression on his face, struggled to his feet and resumed the proper position to accept Rachel’s kick.

SMACK

The second kick was a bit firmer than the first, but this time the man managed to stay upright. The fear of the consequences for not doing so was all the inspiration he needed.

SMACK

The sound of kick number three resounded through the classroom. The man’s knees buckled, but he didn’t fall.

Rachel smiled. “That’s better. If you take these next two without going the floor, we’re done. If not…”

The man looked at her anxiously and mumbled, “I stay up… I’ll stay up… Please…”

SMACK

The fourth kick was the hardest yet. The man threw his head back in agony as his looked as though they would give out, but somehow he held his position.

“You realize, “Rachel teased, “that I could easily kick you hard enough to put you down any time I wanted to. But in the spirit of fairness, I won’t do that. I’ll just make the last one hard enough to challenge you.”

“Th-thank you, Ma’am,” the man wheezed. He had a funny look on his face and his legs looked pretty wobbly. Kammie didn’t see how he could stay standing even if Rachel only gave him an easy one.

Rachel stood in front of the man for a few seconds. He had her hands resting on her hips and she tapped her toe as she let the suspense build. Then she abruptly sent her foot flying into the defenseless balls dangling from the man’s tortured groin.

SMACK

Kick number five made the loudest noise yet. His eyes wide in shock, a look of disbelief came over the man’s face. He staggered and Kammie could tell he wanted nothing more than to curl up on the ground in the fetal position and clutch his groin. But to his credit – maybe it was the absolute terror at the thought of having Rachel kick him five more times – he didn’t do that. He somehow managed to stay on his feet.

Rachel nodded in appreciation at the man’s determination. “All right, sir. You have passed. You may do as you wish to ease yourself.

The poor man immediately sank to his knees and cupped his hands over his dangling balls. Pathetic moans emanated from deep within his throat as he suffered the aftermath of Rachel’s cruel kicks.

After several minutes Christina helped him to his feet and led him out of the classroom.

Rachel then spoke. “That is barefoot ballbusting 101. Pure and simple; nothing complicated. A nice set of balls ripe for kicking and your eager foot more than happy to oblige.”

Christina returned and looked at Rachel. “Ready for the next one?” she asked.

“Of course.”

As Christina went to the holding room to bring out the next subject, Rachel explained, “For the next demonstration I’ll be wearing a pair of simple classic black leather flats. They have a nice hard heel about half an inch high. What’s nice about that is it gives you a little more mass than just your bare foot. And it’s easy to keep your balance while kicking when wearing shoes like that. Most women don’t realize that kicking while wearing high heels is quite difficult. It’s not easy to deliver a powerful kick while balancing on a stiletto-heeled pump.”

The women looked on as Rachel pulled the designated shoes out of a small suitcase at the side of the classroom. She dropped them to the floor, the soles making a distinct ‘clacking’ noise as they hit. The she slipped her feet inside and returned to the front of the classroom, where Christina now presented the next male victim.

The second man was a bit taller than the first, but not by much. Rachel was decidedly taller than he.

“All right, you have the same deal as the first one. Take five kicks without falling and we’ll be through. But if you go to even just one knee at any time – that earns you five more. And, since I warned you ahead of time, you don’t get a second chance. Now, get those shorts off.”

The poor man meekly lowered his shorts and lightly tossed them aside.

Rachel walked back and forth in front of him several times, letting him hear the ominous clacking of her shoe heels.

“Do you like my legs?” she asked.

He nodded and said, “Yes ma’am. They are very pretty.”

“How about my feet? Do you like them, too?”

“Yes.”

“Do you think you’ll still like them after they’ve crushed your balls?”

The man swallowed nervously. “I – I…”

“Oh, never mind,” Rachel said impatiently. “Get your legs spread and we’ll find out soon enough.”

The man assumed the proper position and Rachel eyed her targets. She drew her leg back and before the man could even look down, her foot shot forward and landed squarely against his balls. The toe of her black shoe made first contact exactly where his penis rose from his scrotum, right above his balls. The momentum caused her shoe to drive forward and push firmly over the defenseless organs, compressing them most uncomfortably. The man gasped and hopped back a step, but he didn’t fall.

“Not bad,” mused Rachel. “But that was the easy one. The next four will be a lot harder.”

He drew in deep breaths as he readied himself for kick number two.

SPLATTT

The telltale sound of shoe leather against bare skin resounded as Rachel sent her shoe swiftly into his balls a second time. She kept her word; this one was delivered with decidedly more force than the first. He bent over and coughed, but again he did not fall.

“Up! Quickly,” Rachel commanded.

As soon as he was in position kick number three found its mark.

SPLATTT

This time his knees buckled and it looked like he might lose his balance, but he hung in and stayed on his feet.

“You’re pretty tough,” Rachel acknowledged. “Most men would have gone down after that one. Think you can handle two more like it?”

“I – I hope so,” he hissed through clenched teeth.

“Because you know what will happen if you don’t.”

“Yes. I’ll get five more.”

“I don’t think you want that to happen, do you?”

“No, ma’am.”

“All right. Let’s see if you can hold on. Stand up straight.”

The man grimly took his stance and waited. He didn’t have to wait long.

SPLATTT

For the fourth time Rachel’s shoe crashed into the man’s balls and for the fourth time he didn’t fall.

“I’m impressed!” Rachel smiled as she circled her victim. “Just one more and you’re done. Good luck.”

Rachel turned and gave the class the most wicked grin imaginable, unseen by the man. Kammie wondered what Rachel was going to do. She found out soon enough when Rachel turned around, swung her leg and delivered the most powerful kick she had executed all evening. It approached the force of the one she had used to annihilate the man’s balls in last week’s video. The poor fellow hadn’t expected anything like it.

SPLATTTTT

Down he went. It would be unusual, if not impossible, for a man’s testicles to suffer a collision of such magnitude with a woman’s foot and he not collapse.

A collective gasp arose from the class. None of the women had expected Rachel to drop him that way. That is not to say they didn’t enjoy it; they most decidedly did.

As the man rolled about on the floor in pure agony, Rachel bent over and lightly patted his shoulder in a half-hearted attempt to comfort him. “Sorry about that,” she apologized. “I just couldn’t resist letting you have a really good one. In the spirit of fairness, I’ll give you that one and call it good. I won’t give you five more even though you fell. Besides, I doubt your balls could take five more kicks without rupturing.”

Christina moved in and spoke softly to the stricken man. After a moment or two, with her help, he arose and she led him away.

“He’ll probably walk bent over and bow-legged for a week,” Rachel said in amusement.

“You are such a cruel person,” Christina scolded Rachel as she returned.

They looked at each other for a few seconds and then could no longer hold back. They both broke out into gales of laughter.

“Yeah, like you wouldn’t have done the same thing,” Rachel taunted.

Christina just grinned. “Maybe.”

The women in the class were really enjoying the proceedings. Each and every one of them was so looking forward to having a turn at kicking.

Christina and Rachel continued their good-natured bantering for another minute or so before Christina got back to business and announced, “It’s now time for Rachel’s final demonstration of the evening – ballkicking while wearing stiletto heels.”

“As I said before, kicking while wearing high heels is very difficult,” Rachel began. “It is much more difficult to keep your balance than if you are barefoot or wearing flats. Despite the difficulty, it is my favorite way to kick. The high-heeled shoe has an elegance to it that gives its wearer a look and feeling of enormous power. Until I got my first pair of high heels, I was just an average teen-aged girl without a lot of self-confidence. But, when I borrowed a pair of my mother’s and walked around the house in them, a new sense of self worth exploded in me. I soon learned I had always had it in me; the high heels just caused it to bloom. I no longer need to wear heels to exert my dominance; I can do it no matter what kind of footwear I have on. However, as I’m sure you all know, but maybe don’t fully understand why or how, is that high heels do give you a certain aura of power when you wear them. Your legs look longer and more alluring. That said, doesn’t using your high heels to kick a man’s balls seem logical? We know who will win that battle every time. Your symbol of power easily conquers his.”

Murmurs of understanding could be heard throughout the class. Kammie mentally slapped herself. ‘Of course, it was so simple to see now,’ she thought.

“Christina, would you bring out our final victim, please?” Rachel urged. As Christina walked to the door to the holding area, Rachel went to the suitcase and removed the pair of shoes she was going to use in the final demonstration. Total silence fell over the room when the class members got their first look at the shoes Rachel would be using in her final demonstration.

These were absolutely the sexiest pair of shoes Kammie had ever laid eyes on. She couldn’t be sure of the exact name, but she knew they were from a top designer. The shoes were made of buttery soft black kid leather. The heel was a wicked-looking stiletto at least five inches high. The styling was that of a classic pump, but the toe was open, just big enough to teasingly expose the wearer’s big and second toes. And, there was a strap attached at the top of the heel portion that wound around the ankle. Kammie, as did all the other members of the class, watched anxiously as Rachel slid her feet into these masterpieces of feminine footwear and securely buckled the strap. They fit her as though they had been custom made. When she stood in these shoes, she was a tower of awe-inspiring female dominance.

Christina escorted the final ‘volunteer’ to the head of the classroom. He was not a bad looking man, but he trembled with fear. And when he saw Rachel up close he began to vibrate in terror. His entire body shook as he took the last couple of steps to the spot Rachel was pointing at.

Tears flowed freely down his cheeks. While he had not seen what had happened, he had heard the sounds of Rachel’s feet smacking into his compatriots’ testicles followed by their agonized moans.

Rachel reached out and cupped his chin in the palm of her hand and lifted it so he could look her in the eye. “What’s wrong?” she asked innocently.

“Oh, what you did to the balls of those poor men… and now you’re going to do it to me… and with those shoes… How can you be so cruel?”

“I’m not being cruel,” Rachel countered. “You came here of your own free will. It was explained to you what was going to happen.”

“I – I know, but at the time it didn’t seem quite so frightening.”

“This is reality, my good man,” she stated easily. “It’s not my fault you didn’t fully grasp we are serious about what we do here. These women paid a lot of money for this class and they expect a professional demonstration. And that’s exactly what we are going to give them. I promise I won’t kick you hard enough to permanently injure you. But, I will promise you it will hurt – a lot. Now, please remove your shorts so we can begin.”

With shaking arms the man pulled off his shorts. He wasn’t sure where to put them, so Christina finally grabbed them and tossed them aside. Then she took hold of his shoulders and guided him to where she knew Rachel would want him to stand. He looked at her with pleading eyes, hoping she could somehow intervene and put a stop to this, but Christina simply shook her head walked away.

Rachel walked up to him. Had she been barefoot, she would have stood noticeably taller. In her magnificent high heels, she absolutely dwarfed him with her dominance. She reached out and began fondling his testicles with her fingers.

“Relax,” she said, her voice soothing. “It will be over before you know it. Just take five kicks without falling and we’re done.” She looked him straight in the eye as she added, “But if you do fall, I’ll kick you five more times. I can’t guarantee the health of your balls if that happens.”

The poor man sobbed openly. “Please don’t ruin me,” he begged. “I’ll try my very best to stay upright.”

“Merely trying won’t be good enough,” Rachel warned. “You have to succeed. Whether your balls survive is completely in your control.”

Rachel’s fingers continued teasing the man’s balls until his penis stood tall in a proud erection. “Not bad,” Rachel observed. “Let’s see how long you can keep it that way.”

Letting his balls drop from her fingertips, Rachel turned and stood in front of the man, hands on hips. She lifted her foot and gently nudged his testicles with the toe of her shoe. The contact was like an electric shock and his penis twitched.

“Naughty boy,” Rachel scolded. I guess you really do like these shoes, don’t you?”

Still sobbing, the hapless man nodded with embarrassment.

“It’s too bad you’ll never feel the true pleasure they could give you. You’ll only be experiencing the pain.”

With that, she drew back her leg and sent her shoe in a graceful arc directly into his wide open balls.

SPLATTTT

“Mmmmmph!” the man moaned as he doubled over and reached to grab himself.

“No you don’t!” Rachel warned. “If you try to protect yourself, I’ll add five kicks!”

The man quickly withdrew his hands and clasped them behind his back.

“Much better! And don’t close your eyes, either. I want you to see exactly what’s going to happen to you.”

The man took a couple of deep breaths and steadied himself for the next kick. He didn’t have to wait long.

SPLATTTT

Rachel’s expensive high-heeled shoe rocketed into his aching balls a second time. The force lifted him up onto his toes and he hopped back a couple of steps. But his didn’t fall. But his penis was wilting. The full erection he sported only moments ago had almost completely succumbed to the punishment Rachel had dealt his balls.

She didn’t wait but half a minute before she delivered kick number three.

SPLATTTT

His balls, being quite pliable, compressed to less than half their normal size from the crushing impact of Rachel’s designer shoe. While the leather may have been soft, her kicks were not. His knees buckled and he took a couple of waddling steps before he managed to right himself and stand up.

“That was pretty close,” Rachel taunted. “I don’t think you can take two more like that with falling. What do you ladies think?”

Eager comments erupted from the class members.

“No way! He’ll go down on the next one.”

“He’ll take one more and then the last one will floor him!”

The unanimous opinion was that he’d fall. The only question was on which kick.

Rachel did a quick little dance step before her foot pounded his balls for the fourth time.

SPLATTTT

A laser guided missile couldn’t have been more accurate. The tip of her shoe perfectly bisected the point between his balls and distorted each one an equal amount. However, the man somehow managed to stay on his feet. He screamed and cried, but his fear of the consequences gave him the inner strength that he needed.

Rachel shook her head in disbelief. “You are a lot more determined than I gave you credit for,” she confessed. “Not many men have withstood what you have.” Then, “Just one more and you’re a free man.”

Rachel stood in front of the terrified man and slowly bent over and adjusted the strap on her shoe. Then she stood up and looked him straight in the eye. “Ask me for the last kick,” she commanded. “Beg me to kick you.”

“Oh, dear,” the man’s voice cracked as he spoke. “Please ma’am… please kick me.”

“Where?”

“In… in the balls, ma’am.”

“Hard?”

“Y-yes, please.”

“Hard enough to ruin you?”

“If – if that’s what you want to do, then yes,” the man sobbed helplessly.

“Don’t worry; I’m not planning on doing that. If you remain stay standing for a full minute after this kick, then no more. If not… you know the agreement.”

The man took a deep breath and presented himself to Rachel for the finale. He steeled himself and prepared for the worst.

Without any hesitation, Rachel launched kick number five.

SPLATTTT

She had to resist the temptation to really let him have it. Instead, she delivered it with similar force to that of the other four kicks. The problem was the cumulative effects of those kicks made this last one seem like she kicked him much harder. He squealed like a stuck pig as her shoe drove deeply into his testicles. He nearly toppled over backwards, but he waved his arms around and regained his balance. Then he stumbled forward and his knees bent. He nearly went down, but he again regained his balance. He bent over and leaned his hands on his knees and took several deep breaths, which helped stabilize him.

Christina was looking at her watch and counting down the time. “Ten… nine… eight… seven… six… five… four… three… two… one… That’s it! You made it!”

The man sighed in relief and slowly collapsed to the floor in a heap.

“Oops! I counted wrong,” Christina corrected herself. “It was only fifty seconds, not the full minute. Sorry!”

The man wailed in horror. “No… no… NO! PLEASE! I couldn’t take any more!”

Rachel walked around the grief-stricken man several times, her lethal high heels ominously clicking. Finally, she looked at Christina and smiled. “Go ahead. Tell him.”

“I was just having a bit of fun with you,” Christina confessed. “You made it, with plenty of time to spare, actually. I didn’t start counting right away.”

The look of relief on the man’s face was priceless. Then he fainted dead away.