Chapter 30: Amber Resort 1
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I have to be honest, ball bitch, I’m surprised to see you again.
If you really think you need another attitude adjustment, though, I’m happy to give you one.
There isn’t anything you can do about it, but there’s something I should warn you about before we get started.
I won a little competition at the Vicious Vixens earlier today. They crowned me the hottest ballbuster of the day.
You should’ve seen it – this guy came within, no joke, four seconds of seeing my tits. He wasn’t even touching himself!
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I mention it because it’s tradition around here for the winner of that competition to be over-the-top brutal in their next session.
And that session … well, it’s you. Right now.
This is going to be so fun! I’m starting you off with a Pledge of Obedience. You remember what that is, don’t you?
[Yes]
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If yes
Great! Get the sock weapon, then use the rope to tie your nuts up nice and tight.
Find a hard surface you can sit on and continue when you’re ready to begin.
[Thank you, Amber, for breaking my balls]
If no
Don’t worry, it’s simple. It’s just one minute of flattening, followed by a punishing blow. Repeated three times.
It’s the best! Get the sock weapon, then use the rope to tie your nuts up nice and tight.
Find a hard surface you can sit on and continue when you’re ready to begin.
[Thank you, Amber, for breaking my balls]
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That’s it, sit on your nuts. Flatten them under your entire weight!
It’s supposed to be excruciating; that’s how you prove your obedience. You obey no matter how badly it hurts.
When I met you earlier, I thought you were just another pathetic little boy who needed to be taught a lesson.
But the fact that you came crawling back after I spanked your testicles … you and I could have some real fun together.
We’ll see if you can come crawling back again, after today. This … this will be brutal.
Speaking of which, make sure you’ve got that sock weapon close by! I want a punishing blow when this timer ends.
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Get up and go, go, go! Swing as hard as you can! Bash your balls into next week before they’ve even reinflated!
1 swing at [6]
Oh yes, that looked special! That’s what I like to see – boys like you broken and humbled.
Get back in position so we can do it again. I want another minute of flattening before you’re anywhere near recovered.
[Thank you, Amber, for breaking my balls]
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Go on, flatten yourself. Use your entire weight; make it as painful as possible!
Make sure to arch your back. You know how badly it would hurt if I were there with you? That’s what it should be like for you right now.
It’s no use fighting it; there’s nothing you can do. As a man, your testicles make you weak and inferior.
At this resort, they do not belong to you. No matter how badly you’re hurting, no matter how badly you think you need relief, you don’t get a say.
As long as those delicate organs dangle between your legs, you are at my mercy.
Which, by the way, involves giving me another punishing blow when this timer ends!
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Get up and SWING, batter batter!
Annihilate yourself for me; hit yourself like you were trying to hit a home run by knocking your balls out of the park.
1 swing at [6]
Oh yes, I’d say that was a home run! Maybe even more than a home run, that looked like a grand slam.
Now that we’ve cleared the bases, it’s time for you to go again. Up and at ‘em, soldier, I owe me another minute of flattening!
[Thank you, Amber, for breaking my balls]
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Crush them; use your entire weight! This isn’t “ball fondling”, it’s ball BUSTING!
I know you’re probably a little preoccupied with how badly it hurts, but trust me, hurting like this is a privilege.
You’re lucky to experience your proper place in the world. Lucky to watch women like me get naked while you’re manhood gets abused.
And most of all, you’re lucky to be completely at my mercy, beholden to my every whim.
I am the highest and best use a pathetic man like you could ever serve.
Grab the sock weapon, soldier. It’s almost time to finish proving your obedience with another punishing blow.
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Get up. Gather every last ounce of strength and every last drop of willpower that you possess.
Destroy yourself for me. Swing harder than you’ve ever swung before.
1 swing at [6]
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That’s it, those are the sounds I like to hear: the sounds of a man getting totally overwhelmed by the feelings in his midsection.
I wouldn’t have any first-hand experience with what that’s like, obviously, but it seems to get you men pretty worked up.
Anything to say to me? Anything you’d like to say after I showed you exactly how weak and pathetic you really are?
[“Thank you, Amber, for breaking my balls.”]
You are so very welcome, ball bitch. Those are some nice manners.
It’s time for the next activity. You can untie the rope, but grab the baton and get on your back. I want your legs together, scrotum resting on top of your thighs.
You’re going to beat your balls to the beat. Continue when you’re ready!
[[Thank you, Amber, for breaking my balls]
Page 11 – 120 bpm
Let’s start off at intensity [3]. Nice and firm, but not enough to castrate you. Yet.
Don’t worry. It’ll get worse before you know it. Much, much worse.
For now, though, just get used to the steady, rhythmic motion of beating your balls like a drum.
Think of this like a symphony of suffering, and I am your conductor.
Page 12 – 140 bpm
You’ve already pledged your obedience to me; this part is about breaking you down.
It’s about hurting you very, very badly. Worse than you thought possible.
It’s no use trying to fight it; you can’t. I already own your testicles and can do anything I want to them.
Your balls are not big and strong. I know it; you know it; everyone knows it. You don’t have to pretend.
Page 13 – 160 bpm
It’s like I told you last time – you’re better off accepting your inferiority and surrendering to the pain. Don’t try to fight it.
It will be more than you can handle no matter what you do. I will turn your plums into pulp and laugh and every agonized yelp you make along the way.
You came to me to have your attitude adjusted, not prove that you have steel balls.
The lesson will be more effective if you lean into how badly it hurts.
Page 14 – 180 bpm
Besides, if I were there with you, I’d make it MUCH worse.
You know I’d scramble your tender eggs, leaving you in a crumpled heap.
I don’t have balls, so I don’t have that involuntary evolutionary instinct to hold back.
I’d hit you so, SO much harder than you could ever hit yourself.
Page 15 – 60 bpm
The beat slows down; the intensity goes up. Intensity [4].
My personal favorite method is the knee. I can use all the strength of my leg, but it’s so intimate.
With a knee, you’re up close and personal. You can feel the strength drain from the man’s limbs when you lodge your knee in their midsection.
If you’re lucky, you can feel each squishy organ crunch against your kneecap as it gets trapped against his underside.
The reactions I get when that happens … they’re just delectable.
Page 16 – 80 bpm
My next favorite method is probably spanking. There’s something just so … humiliating about it.
When a big, strong man is bent over your knee, balls dangling over your shin … you can’t help but feel dominant.
I’m told there’s something about that position that makes it especially painful. Maybe it’s the fact that I’m spanking the back of the testicles, rather than the front, and that’s more tender?
I have no idea; I don’t have balls. I just know that you men sure seem to cry a lot when I do it.
Page 17 – 100 bpm
The sound a man makes when I spank his testicles tells me a lot about him.
If he complains about how badly his balls hurt and begs me for mercy … he’s just a useless little bitch. Most men are useless little bitches.
If he screams and cries, but at least keeps his legs spread and takes it, he might be a useful plaything. A pathetic plaything, but a plaything nonetheless.
If he writhes in pain but begs me to hit harder, then I know he’s truly special. Men like that are few and far between, but when they do come along, we can have some real fun together.
Page 18 – 120 bpm
If you think you’re Mr. Big Balls and that you could survive a session with me … trust me, you can’t.
You couldn’t take it. You don’t have the balls.
I think one proper kick to the testicles is all it would take turn you into a crumpled heap on the floor, crying for you mommy.
Even if, by some miracle, you survived my first kick, I’d keep kicking you, over and over again, until you beg me for mercy.
And then I would keep going.
Page 19 – 60 bpm
You know the drill – intensity goes up when the beat goes down. Intensity [5].
That’s it. Every smack should be brutally painful, making you gasp in pain!
Focus on my body and take it. You only get to see me like this when you’re abusing yourself; you might as well savor it.
Besides, I won the hottest ballbuster competition earlier today, remember? A million dudes would do ANYTHING for the view you’re getting now.
I don’t care that you’re suffering. I don’t care that you can’t take it. I want more.
Keep going. Because I say so.
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Fine, fine. You can have a break. A very, very short one.
And no peeking for you during break time. Only good, obedient boys who are breaking their balls get to look at the goods.
Page 21 – 120 bpm, x, x, y pattern
Let’s switch things up. Give me a pattern now: [2], [2], [4]
That’s it, make every third hit count. I want two hits at [2] followed by one hit at [4]. No cheating!
That’s it, I want those balls jiggling and dancing. I know these hits aren’t very hard, but I bet it feels really good nonetheless after everything you’ve been through.
Don’t worry, you’re barely even halfway done with me today.
Page 22 – same beat
Let’s make it a little harder. [3], [3], [5] – that’s your new pattern.
I know it hurts; that’s why we’re doing it. I want to hurt you.
Actually, scratch that. Plenty of girls will hurt you. I … I want more than that.
I want to hurt your testicles worse than they’ve ever been hurt before.
I want to give you a beating that changes you, deep down in your masculine core.
Page 23 – same beat
I want to make your sperm factories swell to the size of grapefruits, then I want to crush them until they’re flatter than pancakes.
I want you writhing in pain, convulsing on the floor like a possessed lunatic.
I want to see you screaming and crying, with your lips more wobbly than your knees and tears streaming down your cheeks
I want it to be horrific. That’s the only thing you, as a man, deserve.
Page 24 – 120 bpm
Back to basics; I want intensity [4] to the beat.
No complaints, remember? At this resort, all you are is a pair of balls for me to bust.
I can destroy you however badly I want, whenever I want. You are mine to abuse.
The fact that you can’t take it anymore? That’s just a bonus.
Page 25 – 120 bpm
Besides, in my experience, pain is the most effective teacher.
It’s the only way stubborn little boys like you ever learn.
You can try to insist that you’re big and strong, but it’s a tough argument to make after you’ve been totally incapacitated by a swift kick in the balls.
How can you be big and strong when a tiny woman can make you writhe in pain so easily?
As a plus, I’m told that delicious masculine ache you’re feeling now will last for a LONG time.
Think of it like a souvenir; a reminder, from me to you, of your inferiority.
Page 26 – 60 bpm
The beat slowed down; you know what that means! Intensity [5]
That’s it, crack your eggs over and over again for me. I want it to be excruciating.
Focus on my body and take it. Drink in every curve, every inch of exposed skin.
I know how badly you want me; maybe that’ll help make this agony ever so slightly more bearable.
I mean, it probably won’t, but it might. And it’s not like you have much other choice.
I’m going to keep obliterating your ballsack whether you’re ready or not.
Page 27 – 120 bpm
Fine, fine, I’ll be nice. You can go back to intensity [4].
You might be a little too … preoccupied … to have noticed, but around these parts, we call one minute of ballbashing at intensity [5] a “bitch breaker.”
Because men like you are pathetic little bitches, and that’s usually enough to break them.
You’ve done two bitch breakers for me already tonight.
I want a third before we’re done with the metronome.
Page 28 – 120 bpm
I’ll be nice and tell you that’s happening on the next page. Brace yourself.
You can do whatever you want to get through it.
You can fantasize about bending me over and burying your cock deep inside me.
You can shut your eyes and try to ignore the pain, if that’s even possible any more.
You can scream and yell at the top of your lungs, as you if you were trying to exorcise some inner demons.
You can do anything you want, as long as you follow my instructions to the letter.
Page 29 – 60 bpm
That third bitch breaker begins right now. Intensity [5]!
That’s it, ball bitch, annihilate yourself for me. You know I’m worth it.
Smack, smack, smack … over and over again. Remember that every last hit needs to be hard enough!
Come on, boy, you’re more than halfway done. Only 30 more seconds of excruciating testicle torture before we move on to the next game!
Give yourself to me, fully and completely. I alread own your balls; there’s no use fighting it.
10 more seconds, ball bitch! You’re so close!
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Aaand time! That’s the end of the metronome.
I’m sure your nutsack smarts a little after that. Go on and take a second to adjust to your new reality.
Here’s the deal, ball bitch. I told you I’d give you an attitude adjustment, and that’s what I intend to do.
You started off this session by pledging your obedience to me like a good little boy.
Then, I spent the last 15 minutes breaking you down by bashing the everliving fuck out of your nutsack.
Now, it’s time for you to prove that you can be a good boy and obey even when you’re completely broken.
We’re going to play a game called “thank you, maybe I have another?”
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If you haven’t played before, it’s really easy. All you have to do is the same thing you always do – follow my commands to the letter.
Grab your sock weapon and get on your knees. I want your legs together, scrotum resting in front of your thighs. Remember to use your weak hand to hold that cock out of the way!
We’ll start you off with something easy.
10 swings at [4]
Don’t worry, I’ll help you work your way up to a punishing blow.
You’ll be coughing up your nuts again before you know it.
10 swings at [4]
And if you want to win this game, all you have to do is survive the punishing blow, then say “thank you, may I have another?”’
It should be no problem for you. It’s just ballbusting, and you’ve had your balls busted tons before.
10 swings at [4]
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Now we're going to turn things up a notch. You know the drill.
5 swings at [5]
Beautiful! That’s just what I like to see.
Let’s see another set – don’t you dare slow down.
5 swings at [5]
That’s it, keep going. I want to hear your pretty little moans.
5 swings at [5]
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That pain you're feeling right now? Let’s see how much worse we can make it.
Destroy yourself for me. Swing as hard as you possibly can!
1 swing at [6]
There’s a good boy … now, what do you say?
[Thank you, may I have another?]
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Of course you can, my dear little ball bitch. I’m always happy to fuck you up some more.
Pull yourself together and get back in position on your knees. Raise that arm high, ball bitch, and swing like you mean it!
5 swings at [5]
Now for the main event. This should feel like a 100 mile per hour fastball hitting you square in the junk.
If the neighbors can’t hear you scream, it doesn’t count!
1 swing at [6]
Oh wow … that was a good one! You looked like you really enjoyed that one.
Ready to tap out already? Is poor little ball bitch feeling like a little bitch because of his balls?
[Thank you, may I have another?]
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Such beautiful manners! It makes my heart swell, almost as much as your balls are going to.
If it’s ballbusting you want, ask and you shall receive! Legs together, hips forward, present yourself.
5 swings at [5]
I want to hear that wet little thud on every single one.
Don't rush. Savor the agony.
5 swings at [5]
It doesn’t matter how tender and swollen they are.
For this next part, I want you to put your whole goddamn body into it. Swing as hard as you possibly can!
1 swing at [6]
There it is! There’s that special face I love to see.
Tell me – have we castrated you already? Is there anything left down there?
[Thank you, may I have another?]
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Good boy! You’re learning. Repetition builds character, or in your case, destroys it.
Get back in position so we can grant your wish.
5 swings at [5]
Every hit better be hard enough! It’s supposed to be brutal.
You know my standards by now.
5 swings at [5]
Look at you, trembling on your knees, completely at my mercy.
A million guys at the Vicious Vixens would kill to trade places with you right now.
5 swings at [5]
Don’t resist. Don’t fight. Just surrender to me and let the pain wash over you.
Because there’s nothing in the world you can do to stop this from being fucking excruciating.
1 swing at [6]
And? What do you say?
[Thank you, may I have another?]
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You're such a glutton for punishment. I knew I liked you for a reason.
Pull yourself up off the floor and present yourself again.
5 swings at [5]
That ache spreading up through your gut right now? Hold onto it.
That's your attitude adjusting.
5 swings at [5]
I want those last few swings to make you gasp.
If you can still breathe normally, you're doing it wrong.
5 swings at [5]
Gather whatever's left of your willpower.
Destroy yourself for me.
1 swing at [6]
Beautiful! There’s nothing quite so pretty as a man lost in the throes of testicular agony.
Anything to say to me? Perhaps you’d like to beg for mercy right about now?
Or maybe you’d like one more, for the road?
[Thank you, may I have another?]
You're really something else, you know that? Most boys don't make it past the second round.
And there you are, still on your knees, still presentable, still begging for more. I could almost respect it, if you weren't so pathetic for doing it to yourself.
One more round, ball bitch. The last one.
Five swings at [5] to warm you up, then the final punishing blow. Give me everything you have left, because after this, there's nothing left to give.
5 swings at [5]
There's that beautiful sound. That wet little thud when the sock weapon meets its mark. It never gets old.
5 swings at [5]
Your hands are trembling. I can see it from here. Your eyes are squeezed shut like you're trying to wish the pain away. It doesn't work that way, sweetheart. You know that by now.
5 swings at [5]
Every hit better be hard enough. I've watched you cheat yourself on the last few, and I want honesty. If you can't hit yourself like you mean it, we start the whole game over.
5 swings at [5]
There. There's the look. That's the face of a man who's completely, utterly broken. You've got tears running down your cheeks, and you're still kneeling. Still presentable. Still mine.
Gather whatever's left of your strength. This is the final punishing blow. There's nothing after this. No more game. No more chances.
Raise that arm high, ball bitch. Look at me while you do it. I want to see your face when you realize how much this hurts.
1 swing at [6]
Oh, that was special. That was extra special. I could hear it in your chest, that little gasp that says you felt it all the way up in your throat.
You're still breathing. Still conscious. Still on your knees, somehow.
That's the end of the game, ball bitch. You made it through all six rounds. Congratulations. You've earned the honor of being completely obliterated by someone who won a hottest ballbuster competition earlier today.
Now, what do you say?
Thank you, Amber, for breaking my balls.
You are so very welcome. And I mean that. I genuinely enjoyed every single swing of that sock weapon, every moan, every whimper, every tear.
You did what I asked. You followed every command to the letter. And for a man, that's no small feat.
Untie the rope if you haven't already. Get comfortable on the floor there. You've earned a moment to catch your breath.
Before you go, I want to make sure you remember what you've learned tonight. Say it for me, one more time.
Thank you, Amber, for breaking my balls.
Good boy. You've got such nice manners when your balls have been properly tenderized.
Now, about that attitude adjustment. I'd say it took. You came in here thinking you could handle whatever I threw at you, and look at you now. Wobbling on your knees. Tears on your cheeks. Every ounce of masculine pride crushed right along with your testicles.
That's exactly how it should be. When you leave my cabin, you leave a changed man.
Jessica will be by any minute now to collect you. You can stay curled up right there until she arrives. I won't make you do anything else tonight.
You've been a very good ball bitch. And I think we both know you'll be back for more.