Chapter 25: Ballbusting Island Tahlia
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Well, well, well. What have we here?
A defenseless little broken boy for me to play with?
How lucky. I’m Tahlia. I’m going to torture your testicles.
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Let’s start off by having you punch yourself in the balls.
Stand up, legs together, scrotum resting in front of your thighs. Use your weak hand to hold your cock out of the way.
10 punches at [3]
Don’t worry. I’ll make it more painful soon. Much more painful.
For now, just get used to beating your balls on my command.
10 punches at [3]
It’s not every day a new set of man parts drops into my lap.
I intend to take full advantage.
10 punches at [3]
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I don’t know how long you’ve been on this island, and I don’t care.
Some girls are obsessed with finding those darned Orbs of Iron because they think it’ll earn them favor with Goddess.
Not me. I could care less about those things.
I’m just going to hurt you. Very, very badly.
10 punches at [4]
Then, when you’re crying in a heap on the floor, begging me for relief, I’m going to hurt you again. Even worse.
10 punches at [4]
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I’m not going to stop until I’m confident that I’ve wrung out every last drop of punishment I can out of you.
And then I’m going to leave you here, broken and pathetic, for the next girl to do the same exact thing to you all over again.
The only question left is the precise shade of purple your scrotum will be I’m done with you.
10 punches at [4]
I mean it. Every last drop.
10 punches at [4]
Little boys like you have to learn their place at this island sooner or later.
10 punches at [4]
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I don’t want to hear any complaints from you while I do it, either.
You came here voluntarily. Nobody dragged you. Nobody locked you up. You walked onto this island with a pair of fresh, full balls and handed them to strangers.
I know how it works. I know the girls who dropped you off here gave you a proper orientation. And that you had the chance to leave.
You chose to stay. You have no one to blame for this but yourself.
5 punches at [5]
Every man who visits this island is the same. You think you want this. You think you can handle it.
It never takes long for you to go crawling home to mommy, crying about nasty bitches who played rough with your testicles.
Which means I’m going to fuck you up properly before you get a chance to leave.
5 punches at [5]
Besides, on the off chance you stay, other girls might learn that we met.
And I have a certain reputation to uphold. So, get to it.
5 punches at [5]
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There’s something you’ll learn about me if we spend a lot of time together.
I don’t do this for Goddess. I don’t do it for some higher purpose or because some business wants to create a luxurious experience.
I do it because I like it. Because watching a grown man fold in half over his own ruined balls is the best part of my day.
5 punches at [5]
That makes Purple Plums Resort perfect for me. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.
I could spend forever here and never get tired of making men obliterate themselves for me.
5 punches at [5]
I just hope you have the balls to stay. And to get annihilated over, and over, and over again.
5 punches at [5]
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You’ve been a decent punching bag so far, I’ll give you that. But, now it’s time for a real test.
I want to see you sing soprano. If this next hit doesn’t put you on the ground, it doesn’t count and you have to go again.
1 punch at [6]
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There it is. That little whimper that comes out when a man stops being a man and starts being a pair of aching nuts with a body attached to them.
I mean, look at you. All that soft, tender meat, out where anyone can reach it. Weak. Helpless. Made to be ruined.
Oh honey, you didn’t seriously think one little punishing blow would be enough, did you?
Of course it’s not. Get back in position and go again. NOW!
1 punch at [6]
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Aww, you poor thing! Do you want me to start planning the funeral? For your manhood?
They’re still there, I promise. You can check for yourself. Aching and tender, I’m sure, but there.
Cup them, rub them, do whatever you like. I doubt any of it will help, but you can try.
In fact, grab a firm hold of those things in your hands. I want one testicle in each hand.
Continue when you’re ready to squeeze them silly!
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Let’s start you off at intensity [3]. Nice and firm. Not devastating, but enough to make you seriously uncomfortable.
Don’t worry your pathetic little head; it’ll get much worse before you know it.
That’s one thing you’ll learn about me. I’ll make it absolutely excruciating for you, every single time.
I’ll make your stomach churn and your toes curl. I’ll make you double over in pain; crying as you wonder how it’s possible for something to hurt that bad.
And then I’ll do it again. Before you’re anywhere near recovered.
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Don’t worry. If I were there with you, I would make it much, MUCH worse.
I’d sink my thumbs deep inside your tender nut meat, exploring which spots make you scream the loudest.
I’d take my time, ignoring your desperate cries while I flatten your masculinity to nothing in my hands.
Can you even imagine? The pain … the vulnerability … the desperation …
If you think this is bad, you ain’t seen nothing yet.
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Intensity [4]; let’s make things even more uncomfortable for you.
Are your hands cramping? Knees weak? Eyes watering?
I hope so. I hope it’s unbearable. I hope there are real tears streaming down your cheeks.
I hope your neighbors call in a noise complaint because of how loudly you’re crying over your broken balls.
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Feel that? That horrible, sinking feeling in your stomach when you realize I’m serious?
I WILL fuck you up, and there is not one single thing you can do about it.
You are completely at my mercy. It doesn’t matter how badly you’re hurting or how much you want to stop.
On this island, you belong to me. I can and will do everything I want to you. You don’t get a say.
You just get to have your balls demolished.
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If you haven’t learned already that you are just a pair of balls to bust, you’ll learn quickly.
You are a man. That means you are weak and inferior. You exist to be tortured.
You don’t get opinions. You don’t get relief. You just get to have your balls demolished.
Hurting for me, seeing me like this … that is reward enough for you.
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It’s time, my defenseless little broken boy. Intensity [5].
Scream for me. Let me hear just how badly it hurts. Let me hear you realize just how pathetic and weak you really are.
I want your knuckles to turn white from how hard you’re squeezing. I want it to be horrifying.
We both know that’s what I would do to you if I were there with you.
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Keep going. You’re not done. Not until I say.
You don’t get any votes here, remember? The only thing you get is to obey.
No matter how badly it hurts. Or how badly you want it to stop.
I command; you obey. That’s it. That’s how things work around here.
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Fine, fine. Intensity [3]. I’ll let you have a chance, if we haven’t popped them already.
There’s one thing you’ll learn about me, my defenseless little broken boy: I love squeezing testicles.
It’s so intimate. So pure. There’s nothing quite like holding a man’s fragile, vulnerable reproductive organs in your hands.
It’s almost comical how obedient a man becomes when you’ve got him by the balls.
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Intensity [4]. I want it to be deeply, deeply uncomfortable.
I’d buckle up, butter cup. You’re going to be here for quite a while.
It’s like I was telling you a moment ago: I love squeezing balls.
Watching you do isn’t quite as fun as grinding your manhood to mush with my own bare hands, but it’ll have to do for now.
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Have I told you my favorite way to introduce myself to a fresh set of testicles in person?
I like to start off with a nice, hard kick. Hard enough to floor the man.
When he’s whimpering on the ground, clutching between his legs, I roll him onto his back and kneel between his legs.
I ‘shoo’ his hands away and grab a hold of his eggs, one in each hand, while they’re still aching from the kick.
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Right around this point, most guys start begging. “Please, no!” or “Oh my god, you’ve broken them.” Pathetic losers.
I don’t ease into it. Once I’m ready, I just start squeezing as hard as I possibly can, as if I were trying to physically crush those stupid things with my fingers.
I have no first-hand experience with what it’s like from the mans perspective, obviously. I don’t have those delicate orbs between my legs.
But from the reactions I’ve seen … it appears it’s somewhat unpleasant.
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The most common reaction, by far, is crying. Most men start openly sobbing. I’m talking tears streaming down the cheeks, snot dripping from the nose, whimpering like a pathetic little bitch.
And the criers always clutch desperately at my wrists. As if that would do any good. If anything, it makes me squeeze even harder. I love making a grown man cry.
The next most common reaction is probably screaming. Usually, at a few octaves higher than their normal pitch.
The squealers are super funny. Some of them sound like tornado warning systems, shrieking at random intervals. Others make me think they’re trying to summon Cthulhu.
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The beggars are my favorite. Those stupid, useless boys who think asking for mercy will do them any good.
I make sure to give those boys an extra hard, extra long squeeze, just for good measure.
With me, there is no mercy. No relief. Just pure, unadulterated testicle annihilation.
Speaking of which, you’ve been intensity [4] for quite awhile now. I’d say it’s almost time we kick things up a notch.
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Intensity [5]. Right now.
Do me a favor and look me in the eyes while you do it. I want to watch your soul suffer.
This is your purpose, boy. Your place. You exist to suffer.
Your testicles make you weak and vulnerable, and you are just lucky that I am here to teach you that lesson
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Fine, fine. You can let go. We’re done with the squeezing; let those things reinflate.
While you’re trying to catch whatever breath you have left, it’s probably time that I let you know something.
Some girls will give you the choice of leaving the island when they’re done with you.
It’s a pride thing. As in, “I hurt that boy so badly he needed to go home after.”
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I won’t give you any choice. Once I’m done playing with you, I’m just going to leave you here for the next girl to find.
That way, someone else gets to have fun playing with you too.
For some reason, fresh balls don’t come around these parts all that often, so I like to make sure we milk ‘em for all they’re worth when we get ‘em.
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Grab on the sock weapon and get on your knees.
Break time’s over; I want to hurt your testicles some more.
Keep your legs together, scrotum resting in front of your thighs. Use your weak hand to hold your cock out of the way.
20 swings at [3]
What’s the matter? Surprised I’m not done with you yet?
The only thing that should surprise you is that you’ve made it this far with those things intact.
20 swings at [3]
I don’t hang out at this island to take it easy on boys like you.
20 swings at [3]
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Some other girls get sentimental. They talk about connection, about the orbs of iron, about the poor little men who just need to be taught.
Not me. To me, you’re furniture. You’re a pair of balls on legs that wandered into my afternoon.
10 swings at [4]
You can cry, you can scream, but I won’t be happy until you’ve been completely wrecked
10 swings at [4]
That’s the price defenseless little broken boys like you pay on this island.
Now that I’ve found you, your testicles are mine to abuse however and whenever I like.
10 swings at [4]
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I can’t get enough of that lovely little gasp you make when the sock weapon smacks against your tender meat.
Keep your legs together, keep that scrotum exposed, and don't you dare stop until I let you.
10 swings at [4]
There it is. That trembling in your thighs when you start to understand what kind of island this is.
You're just a pair of broken little eggs on legs, and I'm the one who gets to decide how much punishment they can take.
10 swings at [4]
I can see the way your hands shake between swings now. The way you hesitate just a fraction of a second before each hit, like your body is trying to rebel against what your mind has already accepted.
That's the part I love. The war between your obedience and your evolutionary instincts.
10 swings at [4]
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Let's make it truly hurt, shall we? Let’s separate the boys from the broken, whimpering messes on the floor.
I want the sock weapon to crack against your testicles like a whip. I want your knees to buckle with every single swing. And if any hit doesn’t make you do that little gasp, it doesn’t count.
5 swings at [5]
Oh, that's a lovely face. That scrunched-up, desperate, why-did-I-think-this-was-a-good-idea face.
You're doing so well, my defenseless little broken boy.
You're really starting to understand your place on this island.
You're just here to be hurt. Just here to have your balls demolished by beautiful women who know exactly how to make you suffer.
5 swings at [5]
You're leaking, aren't you? That little bead of precum that's probably already dripping down your cock. It happens every time.
Men always get a little hard when they hurt themselves for me. It's almost cute, in a pathetic sort of way.
Like a puppy that keeps wagging its tail even while you're scolding it.
5 swings at [5]
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Don't think I'm done with you yet. Not even close.
If you're not crying by the end of this, you haven't been trying hard enough. You exist to suffer, remember?
You're just a pair of balls with a body attached, and that body is going to keep swinging until I'm satisfied.
5 swings at [5]
You want this. Deep down, in that dark, masochistic little soul of yours, you NEED this.
And I'm more than happy to give it to you.
5 swings at [5]
Again, my defenseless little broken boy. I want you to close your eyes and swing like you're trying to knock those stupid testicles right off your body.
I want the impact to echo off the walls. I want you to feel it in your teeth. And when you're done, I want you to look me in the eyes and thank me for making you hurt so beautifully.
5 swings at [5]
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I want one swing. One single swing that makes all the others look like love taps. You're going to put your whole body into this one, my defenseless little broken boy.
Arms high, then bring that sock weapon down like you're trying to drive your testicles through the floor and into the earth below.
1 swing at [6]
There it is. That sound. The sound of a man who just turned his own balls into jelly. Wet and heavy and final.
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Do you feel that? That deep ache at the base of your stomach, like something important just got squeezed out of you?
That's your masculinity. It leaks out a little more with every punishing blow.
Now you're going to do it again. And this time, I want to hear you scream.
1 swing at [6]
Oh, that was lovely. The way your voice cracked, the way your whole body convulsed like a fish out of water.
You're a mess. A beautiful, whimpering, ruined mess.
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Get back on your knees. Legs together. Scrotum resting in front of your thighs.
We're going to keep going until I'm confident I've wrung every last drop of punishment out of you.
10 swings at [4]
Oh, there's that lovely little gasp again.
You made it through a couple punishing blows, and now you think you can relax That's adorable.
10 swings at [4]
There is no relief on this island. Not for defenseless little broken boys like you.
10 swings at [4]
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I told you before that I don't do this for Goddess. I don't do it for some higher purpose.
I do it because I love the way your knees buckle. I love the way your breath catches in your throat when the sock weapon cracks against your tender meat.
10 swings at [4]
I love the fact that you keep swinging even when your body is screaming at you to stop.
Because deep down, you know this is exactly where you belong. On your knees. Hurting. For me.
10 swings at [4]
That's it. Keep your legs together. Don't you dare spread them; don't you dare try to protect those fragile little eggs.
They're mine for now. I own them right now, and I want to see them pulverized.
10 swings at [4]
You're making that face again. The scrunched-up, desperate, please-God-make-it-stop face.
It's my favorite face; I could watch you make it all day.
10 swings at [4]
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Your hands are probably cramping by now, but I don't care. Keep a firm grip on that sock weapon.
The next set is going to hurt. It's going to hurt a lot.
5 swings at [5]
There's that gasp again. That lovely, desperate sound that escapes your lips when the sock weapon cracks against your battered testicles.
I could listen to that sound forever, you know that?
5 swings at [5]
Your scrotum is probably starting to turn that lovely shade of purple I mentioned earlier.
The color of a man who's been properly punished.
5 swings at [5] and make each one count. The purple is spreading nicely.
5 swings at [5]
Look at you, trembling like a leaf in a storm. Every fiber of your being is begging you to drop that sock weapon and curl up. But you won't, because I haven't told you to.
5 swings at [5]
Now, one last set before we try something special. I want you to put everything you have left into these. Hold nothing back.
5 swings at [5]
There he is. My defenseless little broken boy, shaking and sweating and leaking all over himself.
It's time for the finale. One punishing blow. The hardest you've ever swung in your life.
I want the impact to register in your spine. I want your vision to white out at the edges. Swing like you hate your own balls, because deep down, you do. They're the reason you're weak. They're the reason you kneel.
1 swing at [6]
Oh, that was delicious. The way you folded, the way your mouth opened but nothing came out but air.
But you knew I'd want another, didn't you?
Get up. Get back in position. Hands on the sock weapon.
This one needs to be even harder. I want to hear it echo.
1 swing at [6]
There's my good little boy. Look at you, gasping on the floor, clutching at nothing because you know better than to touch.
One more. One final punishing blow to seal the deal.
Make this the one that ruins you. Make this the one you'll remember every time you sit down for the next week.
1 swing at [6]
And there you have it. A proper introduction, Tahlia style.
You were adequate. Not impressive, not terrible. Adequate. Which means you're worth keeping around.
But here's the thing, my defenseless little broken boy. I'm done with you for now. I've wrung out every drop of punishment I wanted from you today, and I have better things to do than babysit a whimpering mess.
So I'm going to leave you right here. Right where you lie. A ruined heap of a man, curled around the ache I planted in your belly.
Don't bother getting up. You won't want to for a while.
And don't bother hoping I'll come back, either. My visits are once-in-a-lifetime events. Most boys never get a second session with me. Consider yourself lucky to have survived the first.
But don't worry. You won't be alone for long.
This island has a way of sending girls to find boys like you. Fresh meat doesn't stay hidden for long.
I do hope it's Nikita who finds you next. She's the nastiest ballbusting bitch on this island, and that's saying something. She makes me look gentle.
If anyone can finish the job of properly breaking you, it's her.
So rest up, little boy. Recover what's left of your strength.
Because the next pair of hands around your balls will be even crueler than mine.
And you're going to thank them, just like you thanked me.
That's what defenseless little broken boys are for.