Chapter 1: Boobs and Orientation
This was the eeriest college move-in experience ever. Jim’s parents had dropped him off, suitcase in hand, on the edge of campus. Aside from one security guard – a mid-20s blond bombshell, yum – who’d pointed him in his dorm’s direction after staring at him wide-eyed, mouth agape, he hadn’t seen another soul.
He tried not to think about that, instead doing his best to reassure himself and focus on unpacking the limited clothes and necessities he had stuffed into his suitcase
Just as he was putting away the last of his socks, someone walked through the open doorway.
It was a woman. A short woman in her early 20s with jet-black hair, black sneakers, black booty shorts, and a black sports bra. She was breathing heavily, like she was just getting back from a run.
“I’m Beth, I’m the RA on this hall. You must be Jim?”
He was stunned, temporarily frozen in place by the faceful of cleavage suddenly placed in front of him.
“I … uh … hi.”
Beth smiled, realizing the effect she was having on her newest freshman.
“It is SO nice to meet you. Tell me – I’ve been dying to know ever since I first saw your name. What made you enroll here?”
Jim’s brow furrowed. Most of his mind was still preoccupied wondering how it was possible for her skirt to be smaller than her belt buckle, but Beth’s question felt … weird. Why did his name stick out?
“Oh … you know, I just … love the campus.”
“The reputation didn’t scare you off?”
Jim gulped. The what now? No one had said anything to him about the reputation.
Before he had a chance to ask what exactly she meant by that, someone else walked in the room.
Another woman. A short brunette wearing a surprisingly cropped crop top, an extra mini miniskirt, and a smile from ear to ear.
“Oh my gosh, HI! I’m Ali, you must be my roommate.”
She extended her hand, offering up a handshake to Jim. His brain short-circuited, struggling to process that this smokeshow was about to be his roommate for a whole year, and Beth was quick to jump in.
“Come on, Jim, where are your manners? Trust me, you want to be nice on your first day.”
He did his best to reboot quickly, averting his gaze from the nipples that were definitely poking through Ali’s top to look Beth in the eyes.
“Ahem … sorry about that. I’m Jim, nice to meet you.” He reached out and shook her hand, trying to recover.
Beth was quick to excuse herself.
“Well, I’ll let you two get acquainted. I’ll be right down the hall if you need anything!” She practically skipped out of the room, carefully closing the door behind her as she left.
Jim just stared at Ali, mouth still ajar, struggling to believe his luck. She didn’t take long to fill the awkward pause.
“It’s so good to actually meet you! They told me I’d have a guy roommate and I didn’t believe it. I didn’t think you’d come. I said “I’ll believe it when I see it” and here you are!”
He tried to focus on the words she was saying, but it wasn’t easy. Not when every word created visible jiggles in her outrageously exposed cleavage.
“Of course … why … why wouldn’t I come?”
Ali flashed the same dumb-founded look he had seen on the security guard earlier.
“No reason. It’s just, you know, everyone knows about this place.”
He furrowed his brow, getting nervous now.
“What do you mean?”
“What do you mean, what do I mean? Didn’t you read the entrance paperwork? Don’t you know the nickname?”
Jim gulped again. Paperwork? Nickname? He had no idea what she was talking about.
“No … what nickname?”
Ali’s smile widened, delighted.
“Oh my gosh. You really don’t know?” Jim cautiously shook his head no. “Oh, this is going to be so FUN! I can’t believe my luck.”
“OK, seriously. What are you talking about?”
“Just take a walk with me and I’ll show you.”
Jim followed Ali down the hall, past Beth’s office (who cheerfully waved), and across a small courtyard. He walked behind her, quickly getting lost in assblivion – the rise and fall of her ass-cheeks under the world’s smallest miniskirt – as she walked. In less than a minute, they arrived at her destination: a nondescript professor’s office. Ali knocked.
“Come in!”
Jim and Ali walked inside, and he was greeted by yet another seemingly underdressed woman. She looked a little older – maybe mid-30s – and was wearing a large cotton t-shirt. If she was wearing shorts at all, they must’ve been extra short, because Jim certainly couldn’t see any.
“Hello again, Ali. I didn’t expect to see you again so soon. Who have you brought with you?”
“Hey professor Nikki, this is Jim, my roommate! It’s his first day and he’s going to be my … little brother … this year.” Jim gulped for a third time. What was with that weird pause on the phrase “little brother”? And why did the professor nod knowingly when she said it?
“Oh, that’s great! And I assume you want to make it official here?”
Ali nodded.
“No problem. Jim, why don’t you go ahead and take off all clothes so we can get things started?”
Record-scratch. What? Take off his clothes? This day just kept getting weirder.
“Uh, what? I … I … do I have to?”
Nikki’s voice shifted subtly, but unmistakably. She was in “professor mode” now.
“Yes, you do, Jim. Don’t make me say it again.”
Jim nervously complied, quickly pulling his shirt over his head and pulling down his basketball shorts. It helped that the two women in front of him were “loosely” dressed themselves. And drop-dead gorgeous.
“Boxers too. Let’s see what we’re working with.”
His hands were shaky and unsteady, but he pulled his underwear down and put himself on full display for the girls’ enjoyment.
While the situation was embarrassing, the truth was he didn’t have anything to be embarrassed about. He was freshly shaved, and his cock stood at an impressive 7.5 inches when fully erect – which it currently was, given that every girl he’d met today seemed allergic to clothes.
“Wow. That ought to do. Lay down on your back, right over here.”
Professor Nikki guided Jim to a leather platform on the edge of her office. She grabbed his hands, first tying them in place over his head. She then pulled straps over each of his legs, tying them apart spread eagle. Lastly, she pulled two straps over his stomach, completely immobilizing him and ensuring he couldn’t move even an inch.
When he was finely secured in position, she stood next to him, menacingly running her fingers through his hair.
“You’re about to find out why they call this place Ballbusting University.”
His heart dropped. Ballbusting? University? What was she talking about? He had enrolled at Bakersport … it hit him. Bakersport Business University. BBU. Was that why everyone he met was acting so weird?
“You already signed all the paperwork, which means you’re done with the boring administrative part. We have all the I’s dotted and T’s crossed. Now, all that’s left is the fun part.”
While the professor was talking, Ali was crawling on top of Jim’s restrained body. She hovered over him on all fours, positioning the bony tip of her right knee square in the center of his scrotum. She gave it a couple gentle taps, as if lining up her aim. Jim shivered and tugged against his restraints, trying to protect himself, but it was no use. He was totally vulnerable.
“As I’m sure you’ve read by now, every man who lives on campus is required to have a big sister. Ali, obviously, is volunteering to be yours.” She gestured vaguely at Ali’s position over Jim. “So, I’ll let her take it away from here.”
Ali’s smile seemed to stretch off her face, and Jim swore he saw her eye twinkle.
“That’s right, Jim. You and I are going to be really, really good friends this year.”
With further ado, and before Jim could interject, Ali raised her right leg high in the air behind her, then swung it forward as hard as she could possibly manage.
Her knee collided with his midsection with brutal force.
The air exploded from his lungs in a ragged, voiceless gasp. For a blissful split second, there was only a silent, white-hot void where his lower body used to be. Then the pain arrived, a sickening tsunami that surged up from his groin and swallowed him whole. His body arched against the leather, a violent spasm that strained the straps to their limits, but they held fast.
“Good form, Ali,” Professor Nikki observed, her voice cheerful and clinical. She leaned in, peering at Jim’s contorted face. “You clearly remember our lessons from the summer.”
Ali didn’t hear her. Her was too focused on continuing with the task at hand. She shifted her weight, lining up again. Jim saw her knee draw back and saw the gleam of fierce concentration in her eyes. He tried to plead, but had no oxygen left to even whisper, much less beg properly.
The second impact was a blunt, cracking thud. A high-pitched, thin whine escaped Jim’s lips as he struggled to process just how badly his nuts had been crunched. The pain wasn’t a wave now; it was a solid, grinding weight, a vice of pure ache cinching tighter and tighter.
“Please,” he finally croaked.
Ali giggled. It was a light, musical sound, utterly at odds with her actions. She wiped a strand of hair from her forehead.
“Aw, we’re just getting started, roomie.”
She repositioned herself, planting her hands on his chest for leverage. Her knee rose higher this time, a piston priming for its work.
The third strike was the worst yet.
The last two blows had left his rearranged his manhood, both metaphorically and physically. In particular, Ali’s last knee had left his right testicle angled outward, causing it to crunch like a hot dog flattened the long way when she made contact again.
The result was an immediate and catastrophic failure deep inside him, a feeling of something essential tearing. A raw, animal sob was ripped from his throat. Tears welled, blurring the sight of the rotating ceiling fan above. His whole world had telescoped down to this platform, to this agony, to the voluptuous woman currently destroying him.
Professor Nikki clapped her hands once, girlishly.
“Oh, excellent! The vocalization! That’s a sign of true systemic distress.”
Ali was breathing heavily now, a flush on her cheeks. She looked from Jim’s weeping face to the target between his legs with a predatory smile on her lips.
She put her entire body into the fourth knee, producing, a savage, downward slam that removed any last remnants of doubt about the power dynamics in the room. The sound was a dull, final-sounding crunch.
Jim wept great, heaving sobs that shook his restrained frame. Snot and tears streaked his face. He shook his head no in one last, doomed attempt to say no to the overwhelming sea of agony flooding his body.
Ali climbed off him, now resting between his spread legs and stretching her arms over her head with a satisfied sigh.
“Whew! That’s a workout.” She looked down at him, her head tilted. “You okay, Jim?”
He was not ok. Nowhere near it. He was still convulsing, body totally rocked by the unexpected barrage on his fragile reproductive organs. Nikki jumped in on his behalf.
“Of course he’s ok. He’s just … adjusting, that’s all. Since he’s all tied up, why don’t you give them a good feel on his behalf, just to make sure everything’s still where it’s supposed to be?”
Ali’s grin turned sadistic.
“Great idea, professor!” She reached out with both hands, grabbing a firm hold of the now slightly lightly swollen and bruised ballbsack.
Her fingers were surprisingly cool against his feverish, traumatized skin. She didn’t just hold them; she began to manipulate the aching orbs, rolling them roughly between her thumbs and forefingers like marbles. A fresh, nauseating wave of pain radiated up into his gut with each rotation.
“Aw, look at you,” Ali cooed with mock sympathy. “All teary and snotty. Such a big, strong college man. Can’t handle a little welcome from his big sis?”
Jim sucked in a hitching breath, trying to control the sobs. The humiliation and vulnerability were burning as hot as the agony now. He was tied down spread-eagled, crying, while this girl he’d met less than an hour ago fondled his most delicate organs.
“S-s-stop… please…”
“Stop?” She laughed, giving another deliberate, grinding roll. “I’m not going to stop. Not now. Not ever.”
She leaned closer, her brown hair brushing his stomach. Her playful tone dropped into something lower, more intimate and menacing.
“Now that we’re roommates, you’re going to be crying a lot harder than this every single day. You might as well get used to it.”
Ali’s bright brown eyes locked onto Jim’s. Her playful smile tightened at the corners. The rough rolling stopped. Her fingers settled into a firm, encompassing grip around each fragile orb.
“Just relax …” she said, her voice sweet as poison. “And let your new big sister take care of you.”
Her knuckles turned white. The pressure built instantaneously – it was an implosion as soon as his aching tissues were flattened in her vise-like grip.
Jim’s back bowed off the leather platform, fighting a hopeless battle against the unyielding restraints. A strangled, guttural scream tore from his throat, raw and entirely beyond his control. His vision tunneled to pinpricks of light, the office dissolving into a roaring, pain-filled darkness. The world ceased to exist. There was only the pressure, the perfect, annihilating squeeze, and the distant, giggling sound of Professor Nikki’s voice.
Ali’s fingers, strong and remorseless, sank deeper into the yielding, damaged flesh. Her thumb probed with vicious curiosity, roaming the tender innards of his testicles with a clinical, intimate cruelty. It was an internal massage of pure agony, her fingertips seeking out and pressing against the epicenters of each separate, screaming nerve.
“Feel that?” Ali whispered, her breath warm against his skim. Her thumb found a specific cord and pressed. A fresh, electric jolt seared up his spine. “That’s a gift. A “welcome home” present. From me to you.”
When she finally released her grip, the sudden absence of pressure was its own new shock. A flood of sickening, throbbing sensation rushed into the vacuum, making him gasp. He was adrift on a nauseating sea of hurt.
Professor Nikki stepped into his bleary line of sight, her glasses glinting, with a warm, girlish smile.
“You're doing wonderfully, Jim. Truly. A very promising start to the session.”
Professor Nikki’s praise was a distant chirp, drowned out by the roaring in his ears and the sharp taste of panic. He was trembling, a fine, uncontrollable shaking that made the leather platform shudder beneath him.
Ali wiped her hands on her bare stomach, her expression one of casual accomplishment. She studied Jim’s ruined form – the heaving chest, the tear-streaked face, the pathetic, vulnerable offering between his legs.
“He’s kinda cute when he’s broken,” she mused, not taking her eyes off him.
“Ohhh, I don’t think he’s broken yet.” Nikki’s smile returned, wider and more unsettling than before, her eyes fixed on Jim’s throbbing cock that was somehow still pointed directly upwards. “I think your new little bro is just getting started.”
Ali didn’t step off the platform. Instead, she planted one hand on Jim’s sternum and stood up, positioning her bare feet on either side of his hips. The platform creaked with the movement. Jim’s eyes, glassy with pain, tracked her movement upward. He saw the dusty sole of her right foot, the bright red nail polish. He saw her tense her calf muscle.
Ali shifted her weight, lifted her right foot, and speared it straight down between his strapped-apart legs.
The focused, piston-like strike of her heel connected with a sickening, wet thud right at the central nexus of his agony. The sound he made wasn’t human. It was a high-pitched, airless shriek that tore his throat raw. His body convulsed against the straps, a violent, seismic jerk. The pain became the entirety of his existence; a white-hot supernova detonating in his core.
She didn’t let him ride the wave. As his shriek ripped through the small office, she pulled her foot back and kicked again. A brutal, efficient rebound shot. The same precise spot.
Another choked, guttural cry. His vision swam with black dots.
Again.
A third stomp. Jim’s head slammed back against the leather. He couldn’t breathe. He could only vibrate, a wire pulled taut to the point of snapping.
Again.
The fourth impact was somehow the hardest. It was less a kick and more a demolition. She put her full weight behind it, and the result was a final, authoritative punctuation mark. Something deep inside him gave a distinct, internal pop.
Silence.
A ringing, hollow silence filled only by Jim’s ragged, wheezing attempts to draw breath. He wasn’t screaming anymore. He was beyond it. He was a void, filled only with a catastrophic, humming pain. His testicles were a single, furious knot of fire, swollen and heavy against his thigh. He could feel his own heartbeat pounding in them, a nauseating, separate pulse.
Ali stepped off him, hopping onto her knees between his still-spread legs. She was breathing a little heavily, a sheen of sweat on her upper lip.
“Wow. Yeah. That’ll do it.”
Professor Nikki walked over to the platform and looked down at Jim. His eyes were open, but they saw nothing. They were fixed on the ceiling, pupils wide and dark with shock.
“Jim?” Nikki said, her voice gentle. She snapped her fingers near his ear. “Can you hear me? Blink if you can hear me.”
A long, torturous second passed. Then Jim’s eyelids fluttered once. A slow, painful blink.
Nikki beamed. “Cognitive function is still online! Wonderful. That’s a very good sign.” She patted his damp shoulder. “Now, I’m going to go out on a limb and say … this is probably the most pain you’ve ever felt in your life.”
Jim nodded, ever so slightly.
“And you’re probably feeling just a wee bit vulnerable, what with all the restraints.” She gave one of the straps a light tug, illustrating the resistance, and Jim nodded again.
“We’ve studied the finer points of male weakness … extensively … here at BBU. We’ve found initiations like this to be one of the most effective methods for getting boys like you acclimated. What do you say, Jim? Are you enjoying your first day so far?”
He just shuddered, still not even close to processing Ali’s last barrage.
“Don’t be coy, Jim! Let’s hear how much you love it here.”
“m…m…my balls … you broke … my balls …” Jim could hardly choke out the words.
Nikki grinned. Boys were so predictable. She reached out and grabbed a rough hold of his aching manhood, quickly rolling the delicate orbs between her fingers. She didn’t squeeze particularly hard, but even the gentle pressure made Jim seize.
“Don’t be dramatic; they feel ok to me. The skin is just starting to turn red, which means you can take a LOT more before we enter ‘real problem’ territory.”
She let his swollen orbs go, giving them a gentle pat goodbye before withdrawing her hand. Even that light tap caused Jim to wince sharply.
“I know you’re new to campus, Jim, so I don’t expect you to know anything yet. But, when a girl adopts a guy and becomes his big sister, it’s tradition around these parts for the adoption ceremony to be … well … to be unhinged. Barbarically painful.”
“It gives you a taste of what you can expect on a daily basis with me.” Ali couldn’t help but chime in.
“Those kicks look like they hurt, don’t get me wrong. But Jim … I think you can take more. Ali – why don’t you try a few punches?”