November 13, 2025

Eavesdropping

Eavesdropping, by Squeezednuts

At the age of eighteen Bob was living with his aunt Lisa and her two daughters as it was closer to the college he was attending. Ever since his aunt Lisa began looking after him she regularly spanked him. It didn't seem to matter if he deserved it or not she would take him into the study, strip him naked and put him over her knee and whack his backside. Now, he was almost twenty and she still spanked him. His aunt had recently began to use a paddle, instead of her hand, on his backside and each smack felt like a small explosion - it hurt. The rubbing of his bare penis against her thighs always gave Bob a throbbing erection. After the spanking his aunt would make him stand before her while she, still sitting, lectured him on his behavior. She completely ignored his erection which was almost in her face.

With his backside on fire Bob finally had the nerve to talk back to his aunt. He told her that it wasn't fair, he did most of the chores while his two cousins, his aunts daughters, did nothing.

Much to Bob's surprise, she agreed with him. She got up and opened the study doors. His cousins were startled and almost fell into the room. They always listened in on Bob getting a spanking and would tease him afterwards. They had never actually seen Bob getting a spanking and were startled when their mother ordered them into the study. They took one look at Bob and burst out laughing. There he was with no clothes and a stiff erection.

His aunt told them Bob had complained that the girls did nothing and she had to agree. She said it was time the girls assumed some responsibility around the house and they had to help out. That wiped the laughter off the girls faces and they glared at Bob. His aunt said that she had to do everything and from now on they had to help out; no more just sitting around. She said that they were old enough to take over some of the jobs in running the house. She said that from now on they had the responsibility of disciplining Bob. She told them spanking was the best method and they should always make sure he was naked which would be part of the punishment. She showed them the paddle, she ordered Bob to bend over and gave him a painful smack across his backside.

She went on to say that since he had grown it had become difficult to inflict punishment sufficient to deter bad behavior, so she had decided that the girls use the paddle in a new way. She swung the paddle up on edge between Bobs' legs and connected with his nuts.

Bob stood for a second, clamped his hand over his nuts, sunk to his knees and started to wail in agony. His aunt looked down at him with a big smile of satisfaction and said that was excellent and she recommended her daughters include that in future punishment.

Over the next hour she showed the girls the best way to squeeze his nuts and how to best spank his nuts. She had Bob lay down and she sat on his face with her pussy pushing into his face. She showed the girls the best way to sit on him and comfortably reach his nuts. Bob was wailing in agony as his aunt showed the girls how to best punish him. With that she handed the paddle to her daughters and told them that Bob was their responsibility. She told them to exercise some caution and not to rupture his testicles and she walked out of the study. The two girls looked at each other with wide, malicious smiles and turned to Bob. June, the eldest, grabbed Bob by the balls and led him out of his aunt's study. They took him up to their bedroom and paddled his balls until he passed out.


* * *

Every afternoon they disciplined Bob, without ever checking on what he might have done wrong. Bob's aunt would hear Bob howling in agony from getting smacked in the balls and she would compliment the girls on doing such a good job. Bob's cousins mentioned at school that they were whacking Bob in the balls every day after school. Pretty soon they were inviting girls from school to come over and they were charging them to watch and if they had enough money they could whack Bob's balls. School became hell for Bob.

The girls seemed to think that since they had paid money to whack Bob in the balls they had an open license to smack his nuts every chance they got. Bob would be walking down the hall and a small girl was coming the other way. Just as she was about to pass she unleashed an uppercut right between Bob's legs. All the girls in the hall burst out laughing as Bob staggered to his next class, bent over and clutching his nuts.

He staggered into his next class and collapsed into a chair. The girls found that hilarious but Miss Edge, the new English teacher thought Bob was acting up. All through class he was clutching his nuts and moaning, to the general merriment of the class.

At the end of the class, the last of the day, Miss Edge told Bob to stay behind. She was a new teacher who had just graduated. Bob sat in his seat and she came down the aisle and hopped up and sat on the top of the desk beside him. She started to lecture Bob on the importance of education. As he turned to face her his eyes were level with her crotch. Her short skirt was hiked up and her legs were slightly apart.

Bob got an instant erection. He couldn't stop from staring between her legs. Miss Edge realized he wasn't listening to her and was staring up her skirt. She hopped of the desk, picked up a pointer and slammed it down on his desk and asked, in a shout, what he was staring at. Bob didn't know what to say and he started to stammer.

She told him to stand up when addressing a teacher. He started to stand but his erection was caught in his pants and it felt like it would snap in two, so Bob fell back into his seat. He knew that if he reached into his pants to straighten things out she would go ballistic so he just sat there. This infuriated her. Miss Edge was shouting and waiving the pointer around. Bob had no choice - he tugged on his hard-on as he stood up. He got it half way free and now it stuck straight out like a telephone pole.

Miss Edge looked at Bob's hard-on and took it as some kind of personal insult. She shouted that she was due some respect, she was a professional, a teacher, a college graduate. She swung the pointer down and it hit the end of Bob's erection. His dick felt like it was on fire. Then she swung the pointer up and caught him square in the balls. Bob was staggering and fell against the desk. His hands were clutched over his nuts and he was moaning. For some inexplicable reason Miss Edge thought Bob was making fun of her so she came at him again with the pointer and hit his erection on her downswing and his balls on her upswing. Poor Bob almost passed out and Miss Edge then realized that he wasn't making fun of her. He was almost unconscious from the pain she had caused him.

She said she was sorry and asked if he was alright. Bob groaned that his nuts and cock both hurt and begged her not to hit them again. Miss Edge went down the hall to the staff room fridge and came back with some ice. It was Friday, after classes and the school was pretty much deserted. The principle was in his office and that was about it. She closed the class room door and told Bob to pull down his pants and lay down on the floor. She handed the ice to Bob and told him to rub it on himself. Bob felt ridiculous but the relief was immediate. She stood over Bob and watched with an amused look on her face. Bob couldn't help himself again. He was staring up her skirt.

She moved a bit closer and opened her legs wider. She was almost laughing in his face. When he first applied the ice his erection was gone but now it was back, straight up and quivering.

Mr Quigley, the school principal, was making his rounds before locking up the school. He heard moaning and laughter from Miss Edge's class so he went over and opened the door and stepped into the coat room at the back of the class. Then he peeked in. He was shocked. There was one of the students, Bob Wilson, flat on his back on the floor with no pants on and sporting a large, quivering erection. Standing over him was Miss Edge with her legs spread and her skirt hiked up, standing over him. Bob was slowly masturbating himself. Miss Edge laughed and told Bob he was a naughty boy. She reached down and grabbed Bob by his nuts and squeezed and pulled in one motion. Bob was transfixed by the pain and he began wailing in agony. She told Bob to pull up his pants and go home. Bob got to his feet, pulled up his pants and staggered from the classroom, bent over and clutching his nuts.

Mr Quigley was also transfixed. He got an instant erection and was swept by a desire that it was his nuts Miss Edge had squeezed. He couldn't help himself, he opened the door and staggered into the room, pulled down his pants a laid on the floor, spread his legs and offered his balls to Miss Edge. Now it was Miss Edge's turn to be shocked - here was her boss, the school principle, practically begging her to squeeze his nuts. He looked ridiculous and so venerable. Miss Edge was a new teacher and was on probation. She realized that here was a perfect opportunity to ensure a secure teaching post. She smiled as she reached down and grabbed Mr Quigley's nuts and gave them a severe squeeze. She had him by the nuts and she didn't intend to let go. She squeezed, massaged and paddled his nuts until Mr Quigley was laying there with his legs spread, babbling like an idiot. Miss Edge went and got some more ice, this time for her boss. She iced his nuts and then helped him to his feet and out to her car. She drove him home and helped him to his front door and rang the door bell. Mr Quigley was bent over and moaning. Ms Edge smiled at him and told him it couldn't be all that bad. She lightly kissed him on the cheek as she drove her knee up between his legs and smashed his nuts twice before Mrs Quigley came to the door. Ms Edge told his wife that Mr Quigley seemed to have come down with something. Miss Edge drove home happy with the knowledge that her teaching career was off to an excellent start.

When Bob got home his cousins were waiting and were real mad. June kicked him in the nuts and shouted that they had some girls from school who had paid good money to whack him in the balls and he had kept them waiting. The two of them almost carried Bob up to their bedroom. There were three girls from his class waiting. They started laughing and cheering as June ordered Bob to pull down his pants.

The next Monday Ms Edge asked Mr Quigley's secretary for a few moments of his time. She told her to go right in, Mr Quigley always had time for the teaching staff. Ms Edge had chosen one of her shortest dresses and she walked into Mr Quigley's office, spread her legs, hiked her skirt and told him he had an appointment in her class room next Friday after classes. He nodded his head and groaned with desire.

On Friday Ms Edge almost lost her nerve. Prior to beating Bob's balls and then Mr Quigley's she had never even thought of dominating a man. She thought about it all week and decided she would go through with it. By the time she was through with him on Friday, his balls would belong to her. Mr Quigley also almost lost his nerve but the thought of Ms Edge dominating him drove him to her class room. He walked into her class and Ms Edge got up from behind her desk and ordered him to close and lock the door. She then odered him to strip naked and lay down across her desk. Ms Edge quickly tied his wrists and ankles to the four legs of her desk. She laughed at him - he looked totally ridiculous - bare naked, tied down with a throbbing erection . She told him he was a naughty boy as she swung her pointer at the tip of his erection. He howled in agony. Ms Edge laughed and told him that was nothing. She dropped the pointer and climbed up on the desk and knelt between his spread legs. She took a testicle in each hand and began rolling them around between her finger tips. As she rolled them around she squezed them tighter and tighter. Mr Quigley began making a lot of noise, something between a moan and a strangled scream. Ms Edge had anticipated this and had a length of duct tape with some holes for breathing. She got off the desk and slapped the duct tape over his mouth. She then took a pair of alligator paper clamps and clamped one on each nut. Mr Quigley was bucking and making a strange noise. Ms Edge smiled down at her boss, tussled his hair and went out for dinner.

Since starting at the school Ms Edge went out of her way to be friendly with Edith Dewey, the principle's secretary. Ms Dewey was young and dressed and acted in a very shy, unassuming way. Actually, Linda Edge was Edith Deweys only friend. Edith had told Linda that she was afraid of men and felt very inferior around them. Over dinner, Linda thought about Edith and reached a decision. After dinner, instead of going straight back to the school she went by Edith's apartment. Edith was happy to see Linda and told her she was pleased with her unexpected arrival. Linda laughed and told Edith she had a suprise for her over at the school and it was just the thing to get over her fear of men and her feeling that they were superior to her. Edith started bombarding Linda with questions but Linda just told her to wait and see. They drove to the school, parked the car and went to Linda's class room.

Before going in, Linda told Edith that she had to get over her feeling of inferiority towards men. She told Edith that if she could beat naked, tied down men with throbbing erections she would loose that feeling. Edith looked at Linda with an incredulous stare and burst out laughing saying "that would be the day". Linda nodded and said "Well ,this is that day" as she unlocked and opened the classroom door.

November 10, 2025

Alice's Ballbusting Adventures, Parts 1 to 5

Alice's Ballbusting Adventures, by Cypher4


“Hey Bobby. You know what my favorite musical is?”


“No, what?”


“The Nutcracker!”


CRUNCH!


* * *

“Hey Mark. I heard a new joke. Knock knock.”


“Uh…who’s there?”


“No more.”


“No more who?”


“No more nuts for you!”


CRUNCH!


* * *

“Hi Zack. You know why soccer is my favorite sport?


“No. Why?”


“Because we kick balls!”


CRUNCH!


Chapter 2


"What a shitty day this has been," Alice complained to her best friend Sarah as they walked home from school. "The vending machine in the cafeteria stole a dollar from me, I failed an algebra test, and I tore my brand new jeans. My mother is going to kill me when she sees this."


Sarah sympathized.  "I passed my algebra test, but only barely. It was all because of that boy Peter. He messed up the curve."


Suddenly, a roll of thunder sounded in the distance. "Fuck!" Alice said. "Now we have to walk home in this shitty weather."


Sarah shrugged. "It's not that far. We should be home before it rains too hard."


Alice practically growled, "I wish I hadn't gotten....up...today..." Alice began trailing off and she noticed something. Or more accurately, someone. "It's that little shit Peter. The one who messed up your curve."


Sarah peered. "Yeah I think it might be. So what?"


Alice had an evil glint in her eyes. She began walking towards the unsuspecting boy. "Peter!" she bellowed. 


The boy turned warily. "Are you talking to me?" he meekly asked. He had to be dreaming. No way one of the hottest girls in the school was talking to him. He felt his pants starting to get tight.


Alice noticed too. He's kind of cute, she thought. In a dork kind of way. And judging by the tent in his pants, she had his attention.  "I have something I have to tell you," she said in her sexiest voice. 


"Wh-wh-wh-what?" the boy stammered. 


This is too easy, she thought. Alice put her hands on Peter's shoulders and whispered in his ear. "You fucked up my friend’s curve and made her fail the test."


"What? No I didn’t…"


With her hands still on his shoulders, Alice jammed her knee up into the boy's nuts as hard as could. For a moment, Peter just stood there. It was almost as if the pain was so tremendous, it was preventing him from doing anything but stand there, slack-jawed. Finally, he squeaked out a high pitched groan of pain and went to grab his balls. But Alice wasn't having it. She pressed down even harder on his shoulders and forced her knee up higher and began grinding. She was dimly aware of Sarah off to the side, laughing her ass off. 


Finally, Alice's knee began to hurt, she withdrew her knee and watched him fall to the ground, hands clutching at his balls, as if that would somehow stop the pain. Alice looked at Sarah, who was now doubled-over in laughter and smirked. "I don't think Peter's had enough." She bent over and grabbed the poor boy's legs and raised them in the air. Peter was still holding onto his testicles.  "Do you want me to break your hands too? Help me out here Sarah."


Sarah managed to stop laughing long enough to come over and held his hands above Peter's head. Alice slammed her foot on Peter's balls as hard as she could and ground her foot like she was putting out a cigarette. Peter looked like he was about to pass out. Alice decided to give him one last parting gift before he went to sleep. With one foot still planted squarely on his nuts, she raised the other foot off the ground and put her entire weight on Peter's testicles causing him to finally pass out.


"Whew," she said, wiping her brow. "I really worked up a sweat."


"Is he okay...?" Sarah asked, peering down at him.


"He's still breathing. But I don't know if he'll ever get a boner again." Alice and Sarah laughed.


"I have something to tell you. I was going to say it earlier, but you had me laughing so hard I couldn't get any words out."


"What is it?"


"That wasn't the Peter who fucked up my curve! It was a different Peter!" With that, they both burst out laughing hysterically. 


"You mean he was just some random boy I just turned into a girl?"


Sarah nodded. 


Alice shrugged. "Oops."


"Well, do you feel better now?"


"A little. But this distraction means we're definitely going to get caught in the rain now."


"Tell you what. You know my brother Alex? He ate the last slice of his birthday cake last night even though he knew I wanted it. Mom said he was allowed to since it was his cake and I had already had three slices. Well, Mom's not home right now, but Alex will be."


Alice nodded thoughtfully. "Your house is much closer than mine. Let's skip the rain and go turn your brother into a new sister."

Part 3


This is embarrassing, Alice thought. After all the bragging the boys had done about their superior athletic ability, Coach Johnson had finally agreed to let them prove it. A girls vs. boys volleyball tournament. The boys were actually winning. The one boy Danny was killing them. Without him, the girls would be winning. Alice would almost hate Danny, if he wasn't so cute. In fact, she had a little bit of a crush on him. He was smart, polite, and the gym shorts gave a very clear indication of what he was packing down there.  


"It's not fair," Sarah complained. "They have all the physical advantages. Height, weight, strength."


Alice confided in her best friend. "Don't forget they have something else we don't have. Two little orbs hanging between their legs."


"Yeah," Sarah said, confused. "I had sex ed too. But I don't know why you're bringing that up. How is that supposed to help us beat them?"


"Funny you should say 'beat them.' That's just what I plan to do."


"What do you mean?"


"Just watch."


"Girls!" Coach Johnson yelled. "Are we going to play the rest of this game or just talk all day?"


"What do you expect?" Alex, an asshole boy everyone hated (including most of the boys), responded cockily.  "That's what girls do. They're all talk." Most of the boys laughed, except Danny. He's so sweet. Seeing the withering glare from their gym coach, Alex quickly added, "Um, no offense Coach Johnson. I didn't mean you of course. "


She hopped down  from her chair and stood chest-to-face with Alex.  She leaned over and whispered "Listen little boy. I agreed to let you have a shot to prove your point. But we all know that having a dick doesn't make you superior." Coach had her knee bare inches from Alex's nuts. "I'd be very careful about talking smack out here in a game that's all about smashing balls." Alex gulped nervously. "Do we understand each other?"


"Yes, ma'am," he replied meekly.


Coach Johnson perked up. "Good." She climbed back up to her seat and said, "Let the game continue."


"What do you think she said to him?" Sarah asked Alice.


"I think she said what I'm planning to do.


"And what's that?" Sarah asked, exasperated.


"Just wait and see."


"Grrrr."


Alice bided her time, waiting for the perfect moment to nail that little prick Alex. In the meantime, she watched the boys score again. And again. And again. Fucking Danny, Alice thought. It'd be so much nicer if she was actually fucking Danny.  She was now directly facing him across the net, distractedly staring at his crotch as he moved around. I wonder why he's not wearing underwear. Not that I'm complaining. 


"Alright boys," the little shithead Alex said. "One more point!" He disgustingly grabbed his crotch. It was enough to banish all thoughts of Danny as she instead thought about destroying Alex's crotch. She watched as the two teams hit the volleyball back and forth, wishing fervently for the ball to come to her side of the net. Then it happened. The ball went over to the boy's side. 


It was almost in slow motion. She watched as Alex hit the ball to Danny, who leapt in the air to spike it. Alice timed it just right and reached under the net and plowed her fist right between his legs. She felt his balls go flat against her hand, giving her a rush of adrenaline. Danny let out a quiet little moan and collapsed to the floor, in the fetal position. The ball landed on the boy's side, saving the girls from elimination.


"Foul" Alex called! The boys all ran towards Danny, some seeing if he was okay, some trying to hold back giggles. The girls did not even attempt to hide their laughter, especially Sarah. Alice, for her part, was trying to cool herself down. Damn, that was hot, she thought.


"Coach!" Alex said. "Alice hit Danny!"


Coach Johnson smiled sweetly at Alex. "I didn't see anything happen. Alice, did you hit poor Danny?"


"No, Coach," she said innocently. 


"Girls? Did any of you see that?"


One of the nicer girls, Melissa, looked like she was about to say something, but one look from Coach Johnson shut her up. They all shook their heads "no."


"It's your word against theirs. I didn't see Alice reach under the mat and plant her fist directly into Danny's groin, making him drop like a sack of potatoes." Everyone seemed slack jawed at her vivid description. "Nope, never saw that all. It's a real shame though. It looks like Danny isn't able to keep playing, which means the boys have to forfeit. The girls win!" The girls all cheered.


"No fair!" Alex said. "We were winning and she cheated."


"It just goes to show," Alice said, sauntering over to Alex. "Don't mess with girls. We're way better at hitting balls." With that she slapped Alex in the nuts, hard. He made a choking noise and went to the floor. 


"Melissa?" Coach Johnson called out. "Would you mind going and getting the nurse? Tell her she might need a couple stretchers."

Part 4


“Okay, who would like to present their science project next?” Mrs. Adams asked.


Alice raised her hand and walked to the front of the class.


“Okay,” Mrs. Adams chuckled. “I guess Alice is going next. Whenever you’re ready, dear.”


“Thank you,” Alice said, smiling. She began passing out copies of her report. “My project is how many kicks to the testicles it takes to make a boy cry.”


“I don’t think this is an appropriate science project.” Mrs. Adams huffed out sternly.


“Well, it’s what I did my project on.” Alice turned back to the class and rolled her eyes. “As I was saying before I was interrupted, I theorized the average boy wouldn’t last more than three kicks to the balls.”


One boy in the class, named Evan, scoffed. “No way a girl could make me cry, even if she kicked my balls.”


“Well, dipshit, after my presentation, you can volunteer to be the demonstration subject.” The boy paled and sank lower in his seat. “That’s what I thought. Anyway, I tested my theory by randomly kicking ten different boys in the balls. It was hard to kick again at first because boys are babies and kept grabbing their nuts like a bunch of little wimps. So I had Sarah help out. Thanks babe!” She waved to her friend, who blushed and waved back. “Sarah held their arms back so they couldn't cover themselves up. I tried to kick each boy as hard as I could to make the test more accurate.” Some of the girls in the class nodded thoughtfully. Mrs. Adams sat at her desk, with her jaw agape, unable to believe what was happening in her class.


“My results are as follows: Three boys cried after only two kicks, those losers. Another three boys cried after three kicks. Two more cried after four kicks. And the last two lost it after five. My hypothesis was right as the majority of boys cried at three kicks or less.” She bowed and a few girls in the class clapped. “Thank you,” Alice said sweetly. “Now for the demonstration part. I believe Evan wanted to volunteer. Any other boys? I really want more than one set of nuts to kick.”


Mrs. Adams stood up. “No, that’s not necessary, Alice. We don’t need any demonstrations. In fact, I’ll have to talk to the principal about this project of yours.”


Alice was genuinely confused. “I followed the scientific method as close as possible. I don’t know why you’re upset. It’s not like I kicked you in the balls.” 


Before Mrs. Adams could respond, the bell rang and the class started packing up their things. “Okay, we’ll do the rest of the projects tomorrow,” Mrs. Adams told the class. She looked at Alice. “I’ll go speak to the principal about your project right now, I think.”


“Uptight cunt,” Alice muttered when Mrs. Adams was out of earshot. She saw Evan leaving the classroom and got a wonderful idea. “Think I can’t make you cry, huh?” she said to herself. She walked up behind the unsuspecting boy and…WHAM! Evan went down fast and hard. Alice practically fell to the floor laughing. “One kick,” she mocked. “One measly kick and you’re crying. Wow. Didn’t even need anyone to hold your arms back. One kick. I’m so glad I don’t have balls.”


Principal Kelly thought Alice followed the scientific method to the closest of her abilities and gave Alice an A. Evan received detention for disrupting a fellow student's presentation. He also spent an hour in the nurse’s office, with an ice pack on his groin.

Part 5


The boy was on his tiptoes, face grimaced in pain, a tear rolling down his cheek. Alice had her hand wrapped firmly around his nuts. “Now say you’re sorry,” she told the boy - she couldn’t be bothered to learn his name. The boy only croaked out a sob. Alice shook her head and somehow - surprising even herself - she squeezed harder. She didn’t realize her grip could get any tighter. “Say sorry” she said sternly. “And all your pain can stop.”


“S-s-s-s” the boy panted.


Alice sighed. “You’re starting to hurt my hand by making me squeeze this hard. In case you can’t tell, this isn’t a comfortable position.” 


Sarah tapped her foot impatiently. “Alice, come on. We’re going to be late for class.”


“If this dumb little shit would just say he’s sorry, we’d be on our way.”


“I don’t think he can form words right now,” Sarah said. 


Alice scrutinized the boy’s face. “Maybe you’re right. Can you speak right now?” The boy shook his head ‘no.’ Alice gave a long-suffering sigh. “Fine.” She released her grip slightly. “How about now?”


“Sorry,” the boy whispered, words coming between his sobs.


Alice leaned in closer. “What was that?”


“Sorry,” he managed to squeak out, but Alice continued to squeeze.


“Alllllice,” Sarah said, dragging the name out.


“Fine.” She let go of the poor boy’s balls. He let out a long exhale of relief, but it was not to last. Alice drove her knee into his groin. The boy didn’t grunt in pain; he was incapable of sound. He just fell to the ground in the fetal position. Alice turned to Sarah and they began walking away. Alice blew on her fist.


“Feel better now?” Sarah asked, chuckling. She glanced back at the boy, still on the ground, vainly clutching his injured testicles.


“Yeah, actually I do.” 


“So…what did he do?”


“What do you mean?”


“You made him say sorry. But I didn’t see him do anything. Why were you so mad at him?”


“Oh him? He didn’t do anything. I was so pissed off about waking up late this morning, then Mom gave me shit. He just had the unfortunate luck to be the first boy I could get my hands on. A good little ballbust really brightens up my mornings!”


“So why’d you make him say sorry?”


Alice looked at her friend like it was obvious. “I didn’t want him to know he was just picked at random. I had to make him think he deserved it.” They both laughed. Alice and Sarah made it class just before the bell rang. The boy walked into class fifteen minutes later with a slight limp and was given detention for being late.


Alice's Ballbusting Adventures - Parts 6 to 8

Alice's Ballbusting Adventures, by Cypher4

Part 6

Sarah ran up to Alice, panting. She was almost doubled-over, hands on her knees, gasping for breath. 


“Oh my god, are you okay?” Alice asked her friend.


“Yeah,” she panted. “Just…need…a…moment. Alice waited patiently. Sarah was one of the few people in the world that Alice genuinely cared about. “Okay,” Sarah finally said. “I ran all the way to find you.” She looked at her BFF and asked “Have you met Molly?”


Alice shook her head. “Who’s Molly?”


“The new girl. She just transferred. Rumor has it she was expelled from her last school for kicking a boy in the balls so hard that both of his nuts ruptured.”


Alice sighed in pleasure. “Ah, that’s the dream. Boys want to bust a nut and I just want to bust their nuts. I think I should meet this Molly. I think we could become friends.”


“From what I heard, she’s only been here one day and already got six boys in the balls.”


Alice whistled. “Wow. I’ve never done that many in one day. Maybe six balls total, but not six sets. I definitely have to meet her.”


Sarah shook her head. “No, she doesn’t want to be your friend. She’s your competition.”


Alice gave her a confused look. “What are you talking about? What competition?”


Sarah looked at Alice with a look of mock disappointment. “Oh come on Alice. You know perfectly well what I’m talking about.” Alice did have a bit of a reputation for destroying testicles. She had only had one boyfriend and by the time the poor boy broke up with her, he was speaking in a soprano voice. The soccer coaches asked her every year to join the team because they knew about her kicking power. Hell, Alice even did a science project one time about ballbusting. She herself was slightly surprised she hadn’t been expelled yet. “Everyone knows you’re the queen of kicking nuts. Molly wants to take your title from you.”


Alice narrowed her eyes. “It’s definitely time to meet this girl.”


* * *


During lunch period, Sarah pointed out Molly to Alice. It wasn’t hard to figure out which one she was. Not only was she the only girl that Alice didn’t recognize, but she also currently had Jimmy Parson’s crotch firmly in her clenched fist. The boy was on his tip toes with an agonized expression on his face. They saw one of Jimmy’s friends attempt to pull Molly off him, but he was quickly dispatched with a backwards kick between his legs. He “oomfed” and went down to the ground in a fetal position. 


“You must be Molly,” Alice said, walking up to her potential rival. 


“And who are you, bitch?” Molly asked, still crushing Jimmy’s nuts. He looked like he was about to pass out. 


“I’m Alice.”


With a crunching sound, Molly finally released her hold on Jimmy, who collapsed to the floor as some other boys gathered around him and his friend. She turned to Alice and said with a haughty look. “Oh, so the so-called queen of ballbusting. They talk about you at other schools, you know. Frankly, I’m not impressed. Back at my school, if I told a boy to give me his lunch, he didn’t complain that this was his special diabetic food. He gave it to me, and thanked me for the opportunity to feed me. But these boys? They have no fear of girls.” She spread her hands, gesturing around. “It’s not entirely your fault. All the girls should be doing this. For too long males have dominated women, and it needs to end. And I’m going to take back power one testicle at a time.”


Alice rolled her eyes. “Nice speech, drama queen. Don’t get me wrong. Boys have a major weakness down there, and it needs to be exploited more.” Almost as if demonstrating a point, she lashed out a fist at a random boy walking by and caused him to collapse to the ground, gasping for breath. “But I am the queen of ballbusting here and you had best not forget it.”


“We’ll see about that,” Molly said and strode away. She passed between two boys and lashed out both fists, getting them both in their baby makers. As the boys curled up in pain, one fighting back tears, Molly turned to Alice and give her middle finger. 


“I hate her,” Alice said to Sarah. “She is going down. No one is taking away my title.”


“So what are you going to do?”


“Hit more boys in the balls than her!”


* * *


And so began a week of terror for all those with balls. Between Molly and Alice alone, forty-seven boys were ballbusted for the sake of the competition, plus three others that got their balls busted because boys were naturally idiots and deserve a good kick in the nuts. Molly and Alice had such a fierce competition going that the boys were starting to call out of school with the excuse of their balls being too sore and swollen. Finally, the usually overlooking Principal Kelly had to make an announcement that this practice needed to end before a boy was seriously injured. 


“I guess I won,” Molly bragged. “I sacked twenty-four boys in the nuts. It seems you only had twenty-three. What a shame,” she snickered. 


Alice narrowed her eyes and said, “Oh yeah? Hey Nick!”


A boy turned about and flinched when he saw who called his name. “No, please no. I’ve never done anything to you!” He backed away, but found himself with his back pressed against a locker.


“Relax,” Alice said. “Just calm down.” She smirked at Molly, then turned back to Nick. “This won’t hurt toooo much!” she said and drove her knee into Nick’s groin. For good measure, she ground her knee around, feeling his nuts being pulverized. She let go before she turned him into a eunuch and said to Molly, “Twenty-four!”


Molly was about to retaliate when a teacher came over and asked what happened to Nick.


“He snapped my bra,” Alice lied. “I had no choice but to defend myself.”


The teacher shook her head. “Would you like to press charges against him?”


“Oh no,” Alice said. “I think detention for the rest of the week will be enough punishment.”


“We’ll let Principal Kelly decide on that, but I’m sure he’ll be getting more than just a week. I’m proud of you for defending yourself.”


“Aww, thank you,” Alice said blushing. “Well, I’ve got to get to my next class now.”


“This isn’t over,” Molly hissed. 


* * *


The next day at gym class provided Alice with the perfect opportunity to prove her superiority. They were playing dodgeball, and Alice had convinced Coach Johnson to allow them to play boys against girls.


“Okay, but you better not lose,” she said. “The last thing we need to hear is a bunch of little male fucktards bragging about how they won.”


Normally a teacher wouldn’t use a word like “fucktard” with her students, but Coach Johnson and Alice had a special relationship. Alice was typically one of the best athletes and Johnson was the only one who had convinced her to play soccer one year. Unfortunately for Johnson, Alice was too interested in kicking other types of balls. Coach always turned a blind eye to her testicle bruising habits.


“Don’t worry. We’ll win.”


Now wearing their required gym clothes, Alice sauntered over to Molly. “Let’s settle this once and for all. Dodgeball, boys against girls. Whoever nails the most boys in the nuts wins.”


“And what do we get for winning?” Molly asked her.


“Bragging rights.”


“That’s not enough.”


Alice thought. “Okay, the loser isn’t allowed to hit boys in the balls anymore.”


“No way!” Molly almost shouted. “No game is worth giving up that!”


“Why? You chicken? Afraid you’ll lose?”


“Oh, I know I’ll win. You’re on.”


With both teams lined up, Coach Johnson rolled a bunch of dodgeballs onto the floor, stepped out the firing lanes, and blew her whistle. It was a mad dash as boys and girls both ran towards the balls. Some scampered back, trying to be tactical with their throws. Others immediately fired. Alice was disheartened to see Molly already take out a boy with a clear shot to his gonads. He fell to his knees, holding his balls, howling in pain. Alice thought she saw Coach Johnson trying to hold back a smile. Anger fueling her, Alice picked up two balls and fired both at two different boys. She was naturally right handed and managed to get Tony Phillips between the legs. However, even though she picked off Tyler Morrison with her less dominant left hand, she missed his nuts and instead hit him in his thigh. She quickly dodged a ball fired at her head and heard a thump as the girl standing behind her went down hard. 


Another boy howled in pain, and Alice saw Molly smiling triumphantly. Catching a ball in midair and firing it away, she took out another boy. Alice was amazed at Molly’s accuracy. “That’s three already,” Molly said. 


“Shit,” Alice muttered. She had to pick up the pace. She saw a ball going towards Candice Spellman. Normally, Alice would have let it hit her, as she hated Candice. But in this case, she needed ammo. She caught the ball and hurled it back at the crotch of the shocked boy who had just thrown it. “That’s one less boy having kids,” she laughed. 


The game went on and fewer and fewer players were left. Both sides were severely depleted, though only one had half their players in the fetal position. Alice winced as she saw Sarah get hit. She picked up the ball and tossed it to Alice, who angrily took out the boy who just picked off her friend. Another direct hit to the nuts!


“I’m up to eight” Molly taunted. 


“Shut up,” Alice said, who only had six. There were only three boys left. She’d have to hit all of them between the legs to win. “Bullseye!” she said, scoring another hit. “Seven,” she said to Molly. Then Alice had an incredible idea. She dodged a ball and bumped into Molly, trying to make it look like an accident, which caused her to be pushed directly into the path of a dodgeball that had been fired at Candice. 


Molly took the hit and went down. “You bitch!” she screamed at Alice. She jumped up and got in her face “You did that on purpose!”


“Molly!” Coach Johnson yelled. “You’re out. Go sit on the bleachers with everyone else who’s been eliminated.”


“Cunt” Molly said to Alice. 


“Yeah, yeah, go on loser.” Alice waved her away dismissively. 


“Thanks for saving me,” Candice said. She was then immediately hit by two balls and stomped away.


Just me and two boys left, Alice thought. It didn’t look good. She grabbed a ball and used it to first block a throw and then fire it at the now unarmed boy who had just thrown at her. He managed to jump over the throw, but Alice had already picked up another one and nailed him on the way down. He gasped in pain and held his aching balls. Just me and Aaron now. Aaron was good, real good. There was a reason he was the last boy standing. They traded throws several times, neither managing to score a hit. Finally, Aaron slipped and fell down. This gave Alice time to pick up two dodgeballs. As Aaron stood, he grabbed a ball. Alice fired one at Aaron’s head. He used his ball to block her throw, which was exactly what she wanted. With his nuts now unprotected, she threw the second one right at his crotch. He fell to the ground, tears forming in his eyes.


“That’s nine!” she said, jumping in the air. “I win! I win! I win!”


“You cheated,” Molly said. “You pushed me!”


“Oh, stop being a sore loser. You only got eight boys in the nuts and I got nine. I won. And just to show you I’m a good sport, I’ll even allow you to kick some boys in the nuts, as long as you ask me for permission first.”


“Why you little-” she started, but didn’t get to finish because Coach Johnson interrupted her.


“Principal Kelly wants to see you in her office. Now.”


“Ugh! What did I do now?” She stomped off towards the office. 


“Congratulations,” Coach said. She glanced around the gymnasium. “There sure are a lot of boys that won’t be able to jerk off tonight.”


“Eww,” Alice said, a look of disgust on her face. 


Coach Johnson just laughed. “Can someone call the nurse? Aaron and Marcus aren’t able to stand up.”


* * *


The next morning, Sarah came running to Alice again, panting hard again. “Now what?” Alice asked exasperatedly. “Did another wannabe ballbusting queen transfer here?”


Sarah shook her head. “No. Molly’s gone.”


“What?”


“Yeah. She got expelled already. That’s why she was called to the office yesterday. Jimmy Parson lost a nut.”


Alice’s jaw dropped. “Seriously?”


“Yeah. She squeezed them so hard that she caused one of them to rupture.”


“Oh my god,” Alice said. “Jimmy’s kind of cute too. What a shame.” The thought of his testicle exploding was going to fuel her own sexual fantasy that night. 


“And if the rumors are true, this is the second boy she’s done this too. At least Jimmy kept a nut. The last boy lost both of his. Looks like you pushed her for nothing.”


Alice shrugged. “Molly was a bitch. She deserved to be pushed.” Then she smiled at her best friend. “I think this calls for a celebration. Pick any boy you want, and I’ll crack his nuts for you.”


“Well…I’m still annoyed at Johnny for getting the last bag of Doritos out of the vending machine yesterday.”


“Works for me!”

Part 7

It was the end of the school day and Ms. Galloway, the school’s top math teacher, just couldn’t wait to get home. She had a date tonight and had a feeling her fiancé might propose. But first, she had a “tutoring” session. 


Knock, knock came the sound of the door. “Come in,” Ms. Galloway said. Two nervous boys walked in.


“You wanted to see us, Miss?” Robbie asked. His eyes darted, and he noticed two other people in the room. His face went pale, and his knees went weak. 


Noticing his reaction, Stevie looked around and noticed who else was there. “Oh shit,” he whispered and looked like he was about to bolt for the door.


“Please, boys, take a seat,” Ms. Galloway said. One of the other figures, Coach Johnson, moved to the door and locked it. She pulled the curtain down over the window and then, for good measure, placed a desk in front of the door.


“W-w-w-what’s going on?” Robbie stammered. He sounded like he was about to have a mental breakdown. 


“And what is she doing here?” Stevie demanded, pointing at the third person in the classroom. It was a girl known around the school for being merciless to testicles. The school choir had gained more than one soprano thanks to her.


Alice snarled. “Point that finger at me one more time and I’ll break it off.” Stevie quickly dropped his finger and rubbed it, as if imagining what it felt like to lose his finger. Coach Johnson smiled broadly, but Ms. Galloway was more rational.


She held up a placating hand and said, “Now, now, Alice. Let’s not start this meeting off with violence.” It’ll get there soon enough, she thought. “Boys, you’re both on the swim team and I know most of the girls in this school love seeing you in your speedos.” All three women laughed as the two boys blushed. “But you also are both in danger of failing math.” All three women scowled as the two boys put their heads down. “Normally, I wouldn't worry too much. I don’t expect much…brainpower from a couple of males. But there is a mandate throughout the school district that you must maintain at least ‘C’ average to stay on an athletic team.”


Coach Johnson interrupted. “That leaves two choices for you two idiots. Either quit the swim team or raise your grades. As dumb as you two are, you’re too good at swimming for me to let you quit. So that’s not going to happen. That leaves one option: raise your grace to a ‘C.’”


The boys looked at each other. They didn’t seem to know which part was worse. The constant berating of their intellectual abilities - by teachers, no less - or how they were going to raise their grades. 


“You asked earlier why she was here. Well, Alice has agreed to help you boys raise your math grades,” Ms. Galloway said


“Yeah,” said Alice. “It’s time to raise your grades, instead of your dicks. I’m sure you both have hard-ons right now.” 


The mere thought of boners almost made Ms. Galloway sick. Penises. Such disgusting organs.  And to think, some women liked putting them in  their mouths. The only place Galloway thought about putting them was down a garbage disposer, not that she would say that out loud in front of students. 


The two boys squinted suspiciously. “How?” Robbie asked. It was the first time he had spoken in a while. “How is she going to help us raise our grades?”


The three women shared a knowing smile. “Oh, you’ll find out soon enough,” Alice said evilly. The two boys gulped.


“Stand up and come to the chalk board,” Galloway told them.


She drew on the board. “Calculate the degrees of the angels” she pointed at various spots “here, here, here, and here.” She pointed to each spot. “You have two minutes.” When the boys started whispering to each other, Galloway snapped, “No talking. You each have to figure it out on your own.”


Alice stood the boys, stretching her legs. Johnson had taken a seat at one of the desks, with her arms and legs crossed. “Time is up,” Galloway said. She looked at their work and shook her head. “Astounding. Out of a combined eight answers, you boys managed to get one correct. And based on your work, that was sheer luck. Now, please remain facing the board.” She backed away and nodded to Alice. 


Robbie was the one who got an answer right, so Alice rewarded him by starting with Stevie. She kicked him from behind right between his legs with all her might. Stevie screamed in agony and fell to the floor. 


“What the fuck!” Robbie said, but before he could process what had truly happened, Alice ducked and uppercutted him in the crotch. She could feel his balls compress against her knuckles. It felt so good. Robbie let out a soundless gasp and stood there frozen for a moment, before finally grabbing his balls and falling to his knees. 


Galloway sighed. “I thought we were going to work our way up to blows like this. Now look at them. Neither one can stand up.” She threw her arms in the air and glared at Coach Johnson. 


Johnson shrugged. “I can’t blame Alice. She may have been a little overzealous, but she just wants to help other students perform better at school.”


“Exactly,” Alice said. She leaned down and looked Robbie, who was still on his knees, in his eyes. “Sucks to have nuts, doesn’t it?” When he didn’t answer, she grabbed his hair. “I said it sucks to have nuts, doesn’t it?” Robbie nodded, tears in his eyes. “You’d be better off without them.” She reached into Galloway’s desk and pulled out a pair of scissors. “Remove your hands, and I’ll fix the problem for you.


Coach Johnson took Alice by the shoulders and led her to a seat. “Chill out, Alice. I need these boys swimming in our meet next week. They’re two of our best swimmers. They won’t be able to do that if they’re in the hospital.”


“Fine, fine,” Alice said. “It’s just such a rush.”


By this point, Galloway had both boys on their feet, though both were hunched over, cupping their balls. “Next question. If train A is traveling at 80 miles per hour and is leaving from port C, and train B is traveling…" She continued reading the word problem, but the boys were in so much pain, they heard nothing. “Well?” Galloway asked. “What’s the answer?”


“Can you…can you repeat the question?” Robbie asked.


Galloway sighed. “Alice?”


“No,” Robbie cried. “Please.” He backed away, until he was against the chalkboard, with nowhere to go. 


Alice strode up, and swept her arms under his, raising them above his head. Then she rammed her knee into his groin and began grinding. 


Stevie watched in horror and started crawling towards the door. Coach Johnson smirked. “You really think you’re going to be able to move the desk out of the way, unlock the door, and get out here before anyone notices? Alice! Robbie’s already unconscious. Teach Stevie his lesson.”


Alice let Robbie fall. Galloway managed to catch him before he cracked his head on the floor. Alice kicked Stevie in the side, hard. When he rolled over in agony, she grabbed his legs. “I saw this in a wrestling match once,” she said. With Stevie’s legs held in her hands, she stomped down on his balls. Stevie gasped, but made no effort to cover his balls. Perhaps he was in too much pain to move. Stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp. Pop! “Oops,” Alice said. 


“Oops, what?” Galloway and Johnson asked.


“I think I popped his balls.”


Coach Johnson briskly made her way to Stevie, whose eyes had rolled back in his head. She undid his pants, pulled down his boxers and felt around in his scrotum. She breathed a sigh of relief. “He still has both. I think it was just his zipper you heard break. He should be fine for the swim meet next week.” She turned to Galloway. “This isn’t working. They’re too stupid.” Come on, Alice.” Then they removed the blockade and left the room.


Ms. Galloway looked at the two boys on the floor. What a mess, she thought. Poor Stevie still had his pants and underwear around his ankles. Galloway shivered. Such hideous things, the male genitalia. She looked at her watch. “Oh shit! I’m gonna be late.” She hopped over Stevie’s body, did a quick pulse check, then ran out the door for her date.


* * *


After all the pain and agony they went through, neither Robbie nor Stevie could swim at the next meet. They were both grounded for coming home from school at nearly 3 AM in the morning (it had taken that to revive and crawl home). None of their mothers believed the story that two teachers and another student had tortured their balls for fun. In fact Robbie’s mother was such a believer in tough discipline and so as punishment for her son lying, kneed Robbie in the nuts herself.

Part 8

It was a scorching hot day, but Alice was content. She was sitting in the shade on her front porch, a cool lemonade in one hand a testicle-shaped stress ball in the other. She was fantasizing about having an actual pair in her hands, squeezing the fertility right out of them, when a young man walked by her house. The man was holding the leash to a dog. Alice’s mood immediately darkened when she saw the dog squat on her front lawn and drop a deuce. The man and woman just kept on walking. “Oh hell no,” she said. She put down her lemonade and testicle stress balls and stomped over to them.


“Hey shit-for-brains!” she yelled.


The man said indignantly, “Excuse me?”


“Your dog just took a shit on my yard,” she said pointing. “And you were just going to leave it there? You know, there’s laws against that.”


The young man peered. “Oh, I see. Well, I don’t think my dog did that.”


Alice threw her hands in the air and practically screamed. “Well where the fuck do you think this came from?” 


“That’s not my dog’s poop. I know what his looks like and that’s not his.”


“I saw him poop!” she yelled. “Pick it up before I…” She trailed off, so angry she couldn't even finish her sentence.


The man smirked. “Before you what?” 


“I hate men so much”. Alice was fuming and couldn’t contain her fury anymore. It was hot, so the man was wearing some loose mesh shorts, and the target was too inviting. Her leg lashed out quick as a bolt, and her foot connected squarely with the man’s vulnerable balls. She reveled in the look of pain that spread across his face.


He mouthed a wordless “oh fuck”, and crumpled to the ground. Seeing its owner attacked, the dog went for Alice too. She was delighted to see the dog hadn’t been fixed yet. She kicked him in the nuts too. The poor dog couldn’t even grab his balls, like the man was currently doing.


Alice rolled her eyes. “Now, pick up your dog’s shit!” Huffing and puffing, the man pulled out a bag and picked it up.


A woman passing by walked over and put her hands on his shoulder.“Are you okay?” she asked.


“No, I’m not okay! This bitch just kicked me in the balls!” He looked at his whimpering dog. “ And she kicked Jack too!”


Alice waved her hand dismissively. “I did you a favor. Now you don’t have to get Jack fixed. I just did it for you!” she laughed. 


She went back to the porch, wiping sweat from her forehead. As she sipped her lemonade and absently played with her testicle stress balls.