Chapter 26: School Reyna
Page 1
Aww, bestie! There you are!
I was hoping it would be you. You and I always have the BEST time together.
Grab the baton and lie on your back with your legs together. You know the drill – I want your scrotum resting on top of your thighs, nice and exposed.
Page 2
Things are going to be pretty simple today. You’re going to beat your balls to the beat.
While you’re in agonizing pain, I’m going to give you some math problems. If you get them right, you can move on. If you can’t, you try again until you can.
Don’t worry, the math questions won’t be hard. The goal isn’t to teach you math, but rather to teach you to think about something other than the excruciating ache between your legs.
There will be five lessons. Continue when you’re ready to start the first one, friend-o!
[My balls are yours to destroy]
Page 3 – 60 bpm
We’ll start you off at intensity [3] and a nice and steady one hit per second.
You can relax, my friend. We’re going to spend a couple minutes making sure that you’re nice and tender before we get to any math.
The whole idea is to test your ability to focus when you’re totally broken. There’s no point in asking you anything when we’re just getting started.
When you’re in so much pain you just want to curl up in the fetal position and cry – that’s when you should expect some math problems.
Page 4 – 80 bpm
Let’s keep you at intensity [3] while we speed things up.
The rhythms will get more complicated as you progress through the lessons. Don’t worry, though. This first lesson might be the most basic, but it’ll still be pretty painful.
It’s me, remember? Your best friend? The girl who knows how to hurt you just the way you like?
I’d never pass up an opportunity to leave you clutching between your legs.
Page 5 – 100 bpm
And your cock might be hard, but the math won’t be. I’m not a monster.
I would never randomly make it impossible so that you have no chance of passing and are forced to repeat a lesson …
And I would definitely never laugh at the look on your face when you realize what I’d done …
It’ll just be basic stuff. Easy peasy. As easy as beating your balls to my command.
Page 6 – 120 bpm
I was thinking about you, you know. Before you came back to visit me again.
Not just about all the new and exciting ways I could hurt you – you know I’m always thinking about that.
I mean I was thinking about how we’re best friends. And, as my best friend, I should let you in on some of this resort’s secrets.
I don’t even know them all, myself. But I know some of them. And I can give you the skinny.
Page 7 – 60 bpm
Intensity [4]. The beat slows down, the intensity goes up.
Whimpering now, are we? Good, that’s just what I like to see. Good boy.
Anyway, where was I … ah, yes. I was about to give you some juicy information about Purple Plums.
Given how long you’ve spent staring at the beautiful women we have here at this resort, I’m guessing you’re pretty desperate to cum.
I’ll tell you all the ways you’re allowed to officially get your rocks off at this resort.
Page 8 – 80 bpm
All the hard hits to your testicles … all the naked bombshells paying attention to your private parts … I’m guessing you’re a leaky faucet down there.
I already told you that I might be able to help you orgasm, and that’s true. If you can meet me at Plaything Park.
A few other women will too, if they like you enough.
Meeting the right girl and earning her invite to Plaything Park is the most common way men get off.
Male orgasms are pretty rare, as you can imagine, but when they happen that’s usually how.
Page 6 – 100 bpm, out of order
There are other ways, though. Three, to be precise. All three are … well, they’re a little tough.
The first is to win the Purple Plums version of the Playboy Invitational over at the Hell on Wheels’ club. It’s a full five round ball-blasting, but if you can survive, there’s a nice reward at the end for you.
The second is to win the Jingle Bells competition at the Naughty List Lodge. It’s another testicle torture competition, and I’m told it’s even worse than the Playboy Invitational.
The third is Ballbusting Island. This … this is probably the nastiest route we have available. When you visit the island, you leave yourself at the mercy of whatever brutal bitch happens to visit you.
Girl after girl will dish out brutal abuse, and you just have to hope that one of them is so impressed by you that she introduces you to the island’s Goddess of Ballbusting.
No man has earned an invitation yet.
Page 9 – 120 bpm
There you have it. If you’re desperate to juice your plums, those are the ways you can do it.
And no, I won’t unlock any of those amenities for you. I can’t be that nice.
I will say, though, that if want to unlock them, Beth can help you if she’s feeling generous. You know, the girl you met on your first night at the Whimper Inn?
Anyway, enough about all that. I think it’s time for your first bit of math. You seem sufficiently … distracted.
Your first number is … [X].
Now, take that number and add … [Y].
Remember that sum. I’m going to ask you for it in a minute.
Page 10 – 60 bpm
Intensity [5]. No complaints, friend-o. Just smack away.
I’m trying to establish a certain reputation around these parts, remember?
I can’t exactly take it easy on you. Your balls are supposed to be a billboard advertising my brutality.
You can yell; you can cry; you can flail about in pain. But don’t you dare stop.
You don’t get to stop until I say so. Your balls are mine to destroy.
I’m a hard teacher. I can’t take it easy on you because we’re best friends.
Page 11
It’s the moment of truth, boy-o. What’s the answer to that math problem I asked you earlier?
[if not correct]
That is … wrong!!
Aww, that’s too bad. The poor little boy’s balls hurt too much for him to do even basic math.
Oh well. I hope you can do better this next time.
Continue when you’re in position to try again!
[My balls are yours to destroy]
[if correct]
That’s right! Nicely done – I knew I liked you for a reason.
Get back in position. It’s time for round 2.
[My balls are yours to destroy]
Page 12 – 120 bpm, X, X, Y
See how the beat changed? Smack to this pattern: [2], [2], [4].
This is lesson two, my friend. We’ll change up the intensities, but this is the pattern.
And I’d study extra hard in this lesson, if I were you. If you can pass, I’ll take this top off.
Of course, that means I have to make it extra nasty for you. I can’t give the goods away for free.
Page 13 – same beat
Let’s make every third hit extra hard: [2], [2], [5].
Doesn’t that sting just the way you like it?
It better. If it doesn’t, you’re not hitting hard enough. And I know a friend would never let me down like that.
Being my friend as a man means liking it when your testicles hurt just as much as I like hurting them.
Page 14 – same beat
Let’s get a little rougher now: [3], [3], [5]
Can you feel it in your stomach yet? That overwhelming pit of nausea as all those nerve endings in your midsection fire off uselessly?
I hope you can, and I hope it’s unbearable.
I hope every square inch of your body, from your fingers to your toes, is flooded with the deliciously excruciating sensation of male weakness.
And when you’re screaming and begging for mercy, desperate for even a moment of relief, I hope you keep going. Because I say so.
Page 15 – same beat
Let’s make it even worse: [4], [4], [5]
Don’t even think about complaining. I’m taking my top off after this round, remember? Of course I’m going to make it excruciating.
Don’t make me think twice about giving you a good view.
[Random chance – 1 in 10 of making it impossible. If impossible, second number is huge]
Let’s get on with the math. Your first number is … [X]
Your second number is … [X]
Multiply those two numbers together, then remember that answer.
Page 16 – same beat
Keep going at that same beat; it looks pretty unpleasant.
Let’s keep you here for a little while. I want to test what kind of student you are.
Don’t worry, I remember our past sessions. I know you don’t get scared off from a little ball pain.
The question is … can you think about anything else while your nuts are getting crunched?
Most men can’t. They go running home, begging for their mommies and clutching pathetically between their legs.
That’s why I’m not friends with most men. But you … I don’t think you’re like most men.
Page 14 – note out of order
Alright, alright. You can put the baton down.
Tell me, ball boy. What’s the answer to that math question I asked you a moment ago?
[If not correct]
Nope! That’s too bad.
[if random chance was on] It’s almost as if some nasty bitch decided it wasn’t going to be your day …
Continue when you’re in position to try again. Better luck this time!
[If correct – go to page 17]
Page 17
Yes, you got it! That’s right!
Here you go, enjoy the view. You earned it.
While you’re … savoring the spoils of victory, shall we say, it’s time for a little “pop quiz.”
Get on your knees and thrust your hips forward as far as you can. Make sure you’re really presented for me.
I want a punishing blow.
I know, I know. You’re hurting, you can’t stand it, blah blah blah.
Here’s the thing. It doesn’t matter what you want. The only thing that matters is what I want. You are just a pair of balls for me to bust.
Grip the baton nice and tight and swing it as hard as you can into your nutsack. It only counts if it makes you squeal!
1 smack at [6]
Page 18
Oh yeah, that’s what I like to see. Pure, unadulterated testicular agony.
Here’s the thing, my friend. You know what I’m trying to do Ali. You know the reputation I’m trying to earn.
You and I both know that I can’t be giving pop quizzes with one measly little question.
Back on your knees. I want another punishing blow while the pain from that last one’s still fresh.
I want you to hit yourself hard enough that the neighbors can hear.
1 smack at [6]
Page 19
Oh wow … that one kind of rocked your shit, huh?
Do you think there’s anything left down there?
I hope there is, because I’m going to need to see another one before I let you pass this little pop quiz.
That’s right, BFFL! You get to obliterate yourself for me again. Right now!
Think of it like a five-star slap on the back. Except it’s a smack to the most fragile and delicate organs you have.
1 smack at [6]
Page 20
Oh yes, I’d say that did it. You definitely passed that pop quiz.
I mean, look at you. Your whole body felt that pop.
That means you’re ready for round 3. Get back in position and say the magic words when you’re ready!
[My balls are yours to destroy]
Page 21 – 120 bpm, at X, X, X, Y
Let’s start you off with this: [2], [2], [2], [4]. Lesson 3 is a fun one.
I mean, they’re all fun in their own way, but this lesson has a lot of hard hits right after your pop quiz. It’s enough to make you weak in the knees.
Granted, it’s not quite as good as if I were there with you.
If I were, I could ram my knee into your midsection as hard as I possibly could, scrambling your eggs myself.
Page 22 – same beat
Can you imagine the sounds you’d make? You men always make the best sounds after a good smack down there.
Some guys sound like a fire alarm; as if you’ve tripped their emergency detection system.
Other guys sound like they’ve been stabbed, hunching over and gasping desperately for air.
Personally? I like it when they start crying. There’s nothing quite as cosmically satisfying as the sound of a man’s sobs as he writhes in pain at your feet.
Page 23 – same beat
Let’s take things up a notch. New pattern: [3], [3], [3], [5]
Make sure every fourth slap is hard enough! It should make you gasp in pain. As if I were slapping you.
For most men, I’d be happy with a few hard knees, and maybe a nice long squeeze. That’s typically plenty to not only put them in a crumpled heap on the floor, but leave them with a nice, long reminder of my superiority.
Don’t think you’d get off that easy. We’re best friends, remember? I know how much you love the pain.
Page 24 – same beat
Relax, it’s ok. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. You love it when beautiful women hurt your testicles.
That’s what makes us such good friends, and it’s why I would go above and beyond if I were there with you.
I’d tie you down, spread eagle, so you couldn’t escape or protect yourself. I like my men completely vulnerable.
Then I’d blindfold you, so you couldn’t even see anything coming.
When you were tied down and helpless, shivering in fear, I’d kick you as hard as I possibly could in my deadliest pair of ballbusting boots.
And then I’d kick you again, and again, and again. Full force every time, just the way you like it.
Page 25
And when you were shrieking in pain, body rocking from the shockwaves of agony, I’d grab the shattered remains of your manhood in my hands and squeeze as hard as I possibly could.
I’d squeeze until my knuckles turned white. I’d put my whole body into it, exerting as much effort as possible into physically crushing your gonads between my fingers.
Can you imagine the octaves your voice would hit while I flattened your precious plums? How badly it would hurt? How deeply it would force you to confront your inferiority?
If you think you can … you’re wrong. But this beat should give you a small taste.
And let’s get started on that math. Your first number is … [X]
Your second number is … [Y]
[Random chance – 1 in 10 of making it impossible]
I want you to add them together and remember that sum.
Page 26 – 180 bpm, same pattern
Hurry up, boy. I’m turning up the settings on my ball blender again.
I really am so glad to own your balls. They are SO fun.
Don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t want those pathetic things attached to my body. I’m glad they hang between your legs and not mine.
But I’m glad to own yours. They’re so sensitive and delicate, playing with them is just the best.
The faces and sounds you make when you hurt yourself over and over … it’s top tier.
Page 27
It’s time, friend-o. Remember that little addition problem I gave you earlier?
Let’s see if you got the right answer:
[If not correct]
Aww, that’s too bad! That is not correct.
Hopefully you do better on your next try!
[My balls are yours to destroy]
[go to page 23]
[If correct]
That’s it! You got it!
Congratulations, you passed lesson three. Three down, two to go.
Don’t spend too long savoring, my friend. Let’s dive in to round four!
[My balls are yours to destroy]
Page 28 – 120 bpm, pattern of X, X, X, X, Y
Let’s start you off with this: [3], [3], [3], [3], [5]
God, there’s nothing quite like studying with your best friend, is there?
Knowing just how much you like hurting yourself for me … I know I don’t have to hold anything back.
You like having your testicles tortured almost as much as I like torturing them.
Page 29 – 120 bpm
Every fifth hit should crack like a whip. You should hear it echo off the walls.
You've been a good student so far, my friend. You've answered my little math quizzes and you've hurt exactly as much as I wanted.
And I’ve loved it, of course. The way your thighs tremble … the way you grip that baton like your life depends on it … it’s just the best.
But it’s only getting worse from here. Now that you’re aching and tender, the real fun can begin.
Page 30 – 120 bpm
Time for a new pattern, bestie! [4], [4], [4], [4], [5]
There's that gasp again. That lovely little hitch in your breathing when a heavy beat lands.
You should be crying by now. If you're not, you're not swinging hard enough.
Keep going. Don’t take any hits off because you’re hurting. If anything, that means you should hit harder!
Page 31 – 180 bpm
Don't you dare stop swinging, no matter how badly your balls are screaming at you. I'll know, bestie. I always know.
It’s almost time for your math problem; it’ll be multiplication this time.
Your first number is [X].
Your second number is [Y].
Multiply those two numbers together and remember that answer! I'm going to ask you for it when we finish this round.
Page 32
I know, sweetie. I’m sure it feels like your balls are on fire and in a blender at the same time.
That’s the whole point. That is your place here, as a man.
You, as a man, are pathetic and weak. It’s all thanks to two delicate marbles between your legs, so exposed and vulnerable
You don’t get mercy. You don’t relief. You just get to be destroyed over and over again.
You don’t even get any say in the matter. At this resort, all you are is a pair of balls for me to bust.
And we’re best friends because I know you accept that.
Page 33
Alright, BFFL, it’s the moment of truth. What answer did you get to that math problem?
[If not correct]
Nope! Not correct.
That’s just too bad. That means you have to start the round all over again!
[if correct]
That’s correct, nicely done!
I knew you could think about something other than those stupid little gonads.
Let’s get right into lesson five. It’s the last lesson, so you know I saved the best for last!
[My balls are yours to destroy]
Page 34 – 60 bpm
Intensity [4]. One hit per second, nice and simple.
Look at you … what a dutiful little pain slut you are.
This is why we’re friends. You’re aching, you’re tender, and still you keep beating away at your balls because I tell you to.
Stomach churning … legs shaking … eyes watering … you don’t care. You just obey.
Page 35
That’s it, keep going. Let me hear the sound of the baton cracking against your tender nut meat.
I want you to squeal for me. At least a little. I think I’ve earned it after teaching you so patiently.
Let me enjoy the sound of your pained cries; sing me the song of your inferiority.
Smack smack smack … just keep beating your balls into mush.
Page 36
Intensity [5]. Let’s make sure your properly destroyed.
Don’t let the pain distract you too much, bestie, it’s time. Time for the last math problem.
The first number is X.
The second number is X. Multiply those two numbers together and remember the answer!
Page 37
Keep swinging, bestie. One hit per second. Nice and steady, just the way I like it.
You're doing so well. Five lessons in, and you haven't tapped out once. That's more than most boys manage on this island.
But I can see it in your eyes. That little flicker of hope that this is almost over. That you might get to curl up and clutch your poor, battered balls in peace.
Don't. You're not done until I say you're done.
There's something I've been savoring about this session, you know. The way you keep swinging even when your hands are shaking. The way you gasp every time the baton cracks against your tender meat.
It's a beautiful thing, watching a man destroy himself for me.
Page 38
Now then, my dear student. The moment of truth.
What's the answer to that multiplication problem I gave you? You remember it, don't you? X times X.
That's right, bestie. Forty-nine. Good boy. I knew you had it in you.
But you didn't think the fun was over, did you? Lessons are great, but every good teacher knows her students need a final exam before they can pass.
So here it is. Your final test.
Get on your knees. Hips thrust forward as far as you can go. I want that scrotum resting right on top of your thighs, nice and exposed for me.
You're going to give me three punishing blows. Each one harder than the last. And each one only counts if I hear you squeal.
That's right. Three smacks at intensity six. The hardest you've swung all day.
Think you can handle it? I know you can. You're my best friend, after all.
Now grip that baton nice and tight. Arms high. And swing like you hate your own balls, because deep down, you know you do.
That's it. One.
Oh, that was lovely. The way your voice cracked, the way your whole body folded forward like a puppet with cut strings.
Page 39
Get back up. Hips forward. Don't you dare try to protect them.
Two. Harder this time. I want to hear the echo.
There it is, friend-o. That wet, heavy sound of a man who just turned his own testicles to jelly. Your entire body is trembling now, isn't it? That's the good stuff.
But you know there's one more. You always knew there would be.
Three. The biggest one yet. The one that will leave you gasping on the floor, wondering if you'll ever feel your own balls again.
Oh yes. That was perfect. The way your mouth opened but nothing but air came out. The way you just folded, right there in a neat little heap.
Congratulations, bestie. You passed.
Your balls belong to me. You belong to me. And I couldn't be prouder of how well you've learned to destroy yourself.
Jessica will be here soon to collect you. Try to be somewhat presentable by then, for whatever that's worth.
You rest now. You've earned it.