Chapter 31: Ali and Liz Motor Club
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[Ali] Hey there, champ. I’m Ali. Congratulations on your big win!
You must be absolutely desperate to cash in your reward.
[Liz] I’m Liz, and you definitely got that right, sis’! Look at the state of those bullocks!
That’s as swollen and full a pair as I’ve ever seen.
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[Ali] After five grueling rounds, I’m sure you’re practically bursting already, leaking like a broken faucet.
My girl Liz and I just want to have a little fun with you before we help with that.
[Liz] And by “a little fun,” what she means is …
[Ali] Shush! Don’t ruin the fun by spoiling the surprise. It’ll be better if he doesn’t know.
[Liz] You’re the boss, sis’! Whatever you say.
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[Ali]
For now, all you need to do is stand nice and tall.
Spread your legs wide, thrust your hips forward, and use your weak hand to hold your cock out of the way.
Before we do anything else, you’re going to slap yourself silly.
20 slaps at [3]
Intensity [3] isn’t that hard, but after a full five-round Playboy Invitational I’m sure it feels just exquisite.
20 slaps at [3]
[Liz] I wouldn’t go getting a big head for surviving these first few hits, if I were you.
Tonight, you’ll learn why everyone at this resort is in awe of how cruel and brutal Ali can be.
[Ali] Oh, stop. I’ve seen you work; you can be pretty nasty yourself.
Besides, the more I tender him up, the more fun he’ll be for everyone else to play with.
20 slaps at [3]
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[Liz] You should know that Ali’s being modest.
She is, BY FAR, the nastiest bitch around. Most men who’ve had a session with her just start crying whenever they see her.
[Ali] I don’t see what the big deal is, personally. I just love busting balls.
Here. Listen for that wet, meaty “smack” sound that comes with these hits. Isn’t it just the best?
10 slaps at [4]
God, I could listen to that all sound day long. You just know every last smack hurts; every last smack humbles a stupid man like you …
Let’s hear it again.
10 slaps at [4]
[Liz] Sounds like female empowerment to me!
[Ali] Damn straight it does.
No man can act strong and powerful when he’s being hit in the balls.
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[Ali] I’m not going to ruin the mystery by telling you exactly what’s in store for you, but I will tell you this.
It’s going to be excruciating.
10 slaps at [4]
More painful than you ever thought possible. More barbaric. More deliciously unbearable.
10 slaps at [4]
However bad you think it’s going to be, I can promise you it will be worse.
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[Liz] I don’t think that scares this one. Mr. Big Balls here won five consecutive rounds at our Playboy Invitational.
He clearly loves hurting himself for beautiful women.
[Ali] For his sake, I hope you’re right.
Because only the most depraved and masochistic of perverted freaks could enjoy what I’m going to do to him.
5 slaps at [5]
I’m going to beat his balls until there’s nothing but mush between his legs, and then I’ll keep going.
5 smacks at [5]
I’m going to show him that there are levels of suffering that he never even imagined.
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[Ali] Stay in position, champ. Legs spread, hips forward, cock out of my way.
Neatly presented for more.
5 slaps at [5]
That's it. Listen to that sound – that heavy, wet thud of a man hitting himself exactly as hard as I tell him to.
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[Liz] Look at him wobble! It’s a wonder he hasn’t cracked already.
[Ali] He’ll do a lot more than wobble before we’re through with him.
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[Ali] Ready for this, sis’?
[Liz] For you, Ali, always. I love watching you crunch nuts.
[Ali] Deep breaths, soldier. You’re going to give me a punishing blow, right now.
Full swing, full strength, no cheating yourself out of a single ounce of effort.
1 swing at [6]
[Liz] Oh, that one echoed!
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[Ali] Get back up. On your feet again. You don't get to lie there enjoying it.
That first punishing blow was loosening the lid. This next one is taking it off.
One more swing. Maximum intensity.
Breathe. Look at us while you do it. You should know exactly who owns you right now.
1 swing at [6]
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[Ali] Get up. Back on your feet with your legs spread. You don't get to stay down just because it hurts.
Now that the lid’s off, it’s time to scoop out the contents and leave you as nothing but a cold, empty shell of a man.
10 slaps at [4]
That's it; that should feel really, really good now.
Each slap should make your eyes water and your breath catch in your throat.
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[Liz] I’m pretty sure I heard him squeak like a chew toy!
[Ali] Good. That means he's not holding back.
Let’s see if he squeaks again.
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[Ali] Stay with me, champ. We're just getting you warmed up.
We wouldn’t want you to forget what's hanging between your legs.
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[Liz] Based on the color of those things, I don’t think he’ll be able to forget for a long, long time.
[Ali] You’re probably right.
But I’m going to fuck him up some more anyway.
10 slaps at [4]
Around these parts, there’s no such thing as too much testicle torture.
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[Ali] Look at that. He's still standing. Barely.
[Liz] Give him a minute. He'll fold.
[Ali] Fold or not, we are not done. Spread your legs wider, champ, I want those things swinging free.
That's it. Now, I want you to really focus for me.
5 slaps at [5]
Deep breaths, ball boy. Keep going.
Don’t delay; don’t dilly dally. Just destroy your nuts.
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I know it hurts. I know you’ve already taken too much.
Keep going anyway. Because I say so.
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[Liz] Do me a favor for this next bit, boy.
No matter how badly it hurts, don’t cradle your nutsack. No cupping them, no rubbing them, no checking to see that they’re ok.
Just obey Ali’s commands and keep it moving.
[Ali] You heard the girl. The only reason you can touch your balls is to smack them again.
No cheating!
5 slaps at [5]
Fight those instincts, boy! You can only touch your testicles when you’re slapping them, really hard.
It shouldn’t be that difficult. That’s the only reason WE would ever touch them, so …
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Is it getting easier over time as you train yourself? Or harder as it hurts more?
Either way, go again. Right now.
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[Liz] That was fun! Let’s keep that “no cradling” rule in effect for another page.
[Ali] Fine by me! I think it might get a little tougher for this one, but that ain’t my problem.
Deep breaths, boy-o. It’s time to hit yourself in the balls as hard as you possibly can. Don’t hold back at all.
1 slap at [6]
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[Liz] OK, ok. You can reach down and check that they’re still there.
Tender and aching, maybe, but your sperm factories should still be between your legs.
[Ali] Don’t spend too long with that little wellness check, though. I want another. Right now.
Get back on your feet. Spread your legs, thrust your hips forward, and slap yourself in the nuts as hard as you think I’d hit you.
1 slap at [6]
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[Ali] Have we castrated you already? Are your eggs so scrambled we could eat them for breakfast?
Good. That means we’ve started off on exactly the right note.
You can start stroking your cock, by the way. Don’t edge just yet, but take a moment to enjoy yourself.
We haven’t forgotten you won the tournament and get a reward. It’s like I told you at the beginning – we just want to have some fun with you first.
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[Ali] Keep stroking. Give us long, slow strokes up and down the full length of your cock.
[Liz] You really don’t want to tell him what’s going to happen?
[Ali] Of course not! It’ll be MUCH more fun if he doesn’t expect it.
[Liz] God, you are so cruel!! I love it!!! You’re the best, babe.
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[Ali] Stroke faster now, working your way towards an edge. It’ll be your first of many.
[Liz] You took so much punishment over the course of this tournament, boy. I’d savor these moments of relief if I were you.
[Ali] She’s right, but don’t worry. I’m going to give you a loooot of opportunities to stroke that thing tonight.
After winning five rounds in a row at the Hell on Wheels club, you’ve earned it.
Now, if you haven’t already, get to the edge for me. Edge, but don’t you dare go over.
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[Ali] Hands off, let the edge subside.
Take some deep breaths, relax.
Break time’s over, get back to stroking. But stroke slowly, very slowly. And gently.
That’s it, don’t get back to the edge too quickly.
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[Ali] Pick up the pace, ever so slightly.
You’ve suffered so much … taken so much abuse … these moments of relief are hard earned. You should enjoy them.
[Liz] Besides, even if the only thing you knew about Ali was her reputation, you’d know that whatever she has in store for you will be horrifying.
Your chances of surviving will be higher if you are desperately horny.
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[Ali] Start working your way back to the edge. And when you get to the edge, stay there.
[Liz] I don’t know if this is your first time meeting Ali, but if it is … trust me when I say that these things are spectacular.
We had to ban her from the Vicious Vixens because she kept winning the hottest ballbuster competitions.
[Ali] God, I love this girl! Can you follow me around everywhere gassing me up, Liz?
If you aren’t on the edge already, get there now. Edge and hold it, and I’ll let you have a peak.
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[Ali] That’s it, stay on the edge. Keep stroking ever so gently to keep yourself in that sweet spot.
[Liz] While this gooner loses his mind trying not to blow his load, would you do me a favor and tell me something?
[Ali] Of course, Liz, anything for you. What’s up?
[Liz] What’s the craziest thing a man’s ever done for a chance to touch your tits?
[Ali] Well … I don’t know about craziest, but there is one guy who stands out.
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[Ali] This guy was a regular slave of mine, and he had been begging me for a chance for months. He sent me all kinds of gifts, took crazy amounts of abuse, the whole nine yards.
My plan was just to tease him. For the longest time, I was going to string him along, but leave him totally denied and never let him get a feel.
Then, one day, for whatever reason, I was feeling generous and I gave him a chance.
We went to the bathroom, then trapped his balls between the seat and the lid of the toilet.
I remember stripping naked, then telling him he could do anything he wanted, as long as he kept his nuts in place.
He managed to get his hands on my chest for like, 3 seconds, while I straddled the toilet and got in position.
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[Ali] As soon as I sat down, though, it was as if he was possessed by the devil.
His arms and legs started flailing all around, but there wasn’t really anything he could do since my weight on his manhood sort of trapped him in place.
And the way he screamed … it was like an emergency warning system on a military base – high-pitched, shrill, and extremely loud.
He never did get his hands back on my chest. He took all that for just a couple seconds of feeling.
I stayed in that position for a good long while, of course. I even wrapped my legs around him so I could really enjoy his pained convulsions.
[Liz] That’s … super hot, actually.
[Ali] Oh, it gets better.
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[Ali] After about a minute or so, I think he finally ran out of breath, so he stopped screaming.
Right after that, I remember feeling something wet on my lower abdomen.
I looked down and, much to my surprise, he actually came. I had been playing with him for hours up until that point and not once touched his cock.
I kept flattening him for another couple minutes after that, of course. This was for my pleasure, not his.
When I finally did get up, he just slunk to the floor, stiff as a board. He eventually curled up in the fetal position, and he spent something like eight hours just rocking back and forth on the floor, sobbing gently.
I thought I might’ve neutered him for real, but I think he recovered because he still texts me every day begging for a chance to worship me again.
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[Ali] Oh, were you edging that whole time? Oopsie; I kind of forgot about you.
Let go of your dick and let the edge go.
[Liz] I’m surprised you don’t have more stories like that, sis’. You’re seriously stacked.
[Ali] Thank you!! I am pretty proud of my girls.
And boys like this one sure seem to like them.
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[Ali] That’s enough tit talk; let’s get back to the good stuff.
Stand nice and tall for me. Put your legs together, with your nuts resting in front of your thighs. Use your weak hand to keep that erection pointing out of the way.
Ball your strong hand up into a big, strong fist.
You’re going to punch yourself in the balls. Over, and over, and over again.
20 punches at [3]
I’d make you punch harder, but I’m worried any harder right now and we might accidentally beat the cum out of balls.
Which, to be clear, we will be doing later. Just not yet.
20 punches at [3]
Winning this tournament won you an orgasm, but it doesn’t mean you get it right away.
We want to have more fun with you first.
20 punches at [3]
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[Liz] Would you mind if I had a turn? I want to take Mr. Big Balls for a spin myself.
[Ali] Of course! I got so carried away making him squeal, I forgot to give you a chance.
Go right ahead. My thing will be more fun if you’ve broken him first, anyway.
[Liz] Thank you! You are just the best Ali; I’m so glad we’re friends.
You can stay right where you are, boy. I like my men to start standing – it makes it more fun when they collapse to the floor.
10 punches at [4]
When that horrible feeling in your stomach makes you double over; we can just pretend you are praying to Ali.
As all men should.
10 punches at [4]
I mean, look at her. How could you not worship a baddie like that?
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[Liz] If you haven’t noticed yet, this chick is my best friend. She taught me everything I know about busting balls.
Thanks to her, I know just how to make you squeal.
10 punches at [4]
I know just how to inflict that excruciating, agonizing masculine ache you so clearly crave.
I know how to turn you into a crumpled heap on the floor, sobbing over the broken remains of your manhood.
10 punches at [4]
And how to make you get up and do it all over again.
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[Liz] There’s one thing she never had to teach me, though: I’ve always loved hurting men.
How could you not? Taking a strong, manly man, and showing him that all those muscles are useless ... it’s intoxicating.
5 punches at [5]
I never feel more feminine and superior than when I make a man writhe at my feet.
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Just a few minutes with me is all it takes to make him experience so much pain and suffering that he’s totally incapacitated for days
And to know that he can never ever make me experience that pain he’s feeling … god, I love being a woman.
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[Liz] By winning our little tournament here, you’ve proven you love it too.
You love the pain. You love being inferior. You love submitting to every last whim of cruel women.
5 punches at [5]
You want it to hurt. You don’t want us to be merciful.
You want us to use you the way you deserve to be used.
5 punches at [5]
It’s ok, boy. You don’t have to hide it. Not here, and certainly not with us.
Here, we celebrate you for being a pathetic little ballbusting-obsessed freak.
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Keep those knuckles balled tight. I want to hear the crunch of your own fist against your own tender eggs.
5 punches at [5]
You're getting the rhythm now.
That dull, wet sound every time your knuckles connect, that little gasp you make before you remember to breathe; that’s exactly what we’re going for.
5 punches at [5]
[Ali] He's a natural, isn't he? Give him a few more and he might start crying before the hits even land.
[Liz] I hope you’re right! You know I love a man who cries for me.
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[Liz] Stay in position; don't you dare move.
You've been a good boy, treating your ball bag like a boxing bag just because I told you to. Such a good, obedient little ball bitch.
But now comes the fun part. Now I want to see what you're really made of.
Deep breath, sweetheart. It’s time for an extra special blow. One that makes your eyes water. One that turns your squeaks into squeals. One that makes the neighbors wonder if someone’s murdering a small animal.
Give me every ounce of strength you have left.
1 punch at [6]
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[Liz] Oh, that was beautiful! That was spectacularly pathetic.
[Ali] Look at him! All that, and we're not even close to done with him yet.
[Liz] Get back in position on your feet, legs together, fist ready.
You think that hurt? That was just a preview, baby. That was the trailer before the main feature.
I grew up watching men like you crumble. Boys who thought they were tough because they could lift weights, because they could drive fast cars, because they had jobs and money and all the things that supposedly make a man strong.
Then the first time a woman got serious about their testicles, they turned into blubbering messes. Do you know why?
Because all that strength, all that confidence, it all lives somewhere else. It doesn't live in your balls. Your balls are the most vulnerable, tender, pathetic part of your entire body.
One good punch and you forget you ever thought you were strong.
Now let go of your strength for me. Let go of every ounce of pride you've ever had and prove to me just how weak you really are.
1 punch at [6]
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[Liz] I know your stomach is screaming. I know those two little orbs between your legs feel like they've been through a war. I know every instinct in your body is telling you to curl up and protect the most sensitive part of your manhood.
But you're not going to do that. Because I’m telling you not to.
You're going to get back on your feet, resume the position, raise your fist, and you're going to hit yourself again. Harder than the first two. Harder than anything you've ever done to yourself before.
Think about it this way. Every punch you throw, every jolt of agony that shoots through your gut, every moan that escapes those wobbling lips of yours, it all gets you closer to your prize.
The reward. That orgasm. That sweet, desperate relief.
And I promise you, the worse you hurt yourself right now, the better that release is going to feel when we finally give it to you.
Now raise that fist, ball boy.
1 punch at [6]
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[Ali] That's my girl! You really are a natural.
I was getting wet just listening to you.
[Liz] Thank you, sis'! I learned from the best.
Did you want to take back over now?
[Ali] Ordinarily, I would love to, but you are doing SUCH a great job breaking this boy … I think you should keep going.
[Liz] You heard the boss, boy! Back to your feet; your eggs could use some more scrambling.
10 punches at [4]
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[Liz] That's it. Keep those knuckles tight.
I want you to feel every ounce of every impact. No cheating!
10 punches at [4]
[Ali] Listen to him gasp. I think he's already forgotten how to breathe properly!
[Liz] Maybe this will help him remember.
10 punches at [4]
[Ali] I’m not sure that did it. Maybe you should try again?
[Liz] Give it another go, boy. It ought to make you feel alllll better.
10 punches at [4]
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[Liz] Remember that wet, meaty sound Ali talked about earlier?
I like it too.
5 punches at [5]
That's the stuff. I could listen to that sound all night.
5 punches at [5]
Do me a favor and keep your legs straight and your hips thrust forward.
I like my balls neatly presented before they get obliterated.
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[Liz] Stay in position, ballbag. Legs together, fist up, eyes on me. You don't get to look away until I let you.
5 punches at [5]
Each one of these should feel like a little firecracker going off between your legs.
Pop, pop, pop!
5 punches at [5]
[Ali] I think he might actually be crying now! I can’t tell if those are tears or mascara running down his cheeks.
[Liz] Good, I love a man who cries for me.
A man who’s crying over their broken balls has no choice but to accept their place here.
5 punches at [5]
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[Liz] You've done so well so far. You slapped yourself silly for Ali and worked your sack like a boxing bag for me. Such a good little ball bitch.
But I want to see something special from you now. I want to hear that high, thin scream that only happens when a man really understands what's at stake between his legs.
Deep breath, sweetheart. It isn’t going to be ok. It isn’t going to be ok at all.
1 punch at [6]
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[Liz] There it is. There's that sound I was waiting for. That gorgeous, pitiful whimper of a man who's completely and utterly broken.
That’ll make this next bit much more fun.
Back on your feet. Legs together. Fist ready.
5 punches at [5]
That's it, keep those knuckles clenched tight.
There should be an audible “crunch” with every punch.
5 punches at [5]
Remember – you can’t hold back because it hurts. It’s against the rules.
If anything, the pain should make you hit harder!
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Think about how good that reward is going to feel. That orgasm. That release.
Every punch brings you closer. Every jolt of agony will make that sweet relief taste better.
5 punches at [5]
You fought so hard for this. You survived five vicious rounds with the nastiest ballbusters we have.
Don’t throw it all away by tapping out now.
5 punches at [5]
Enjoy it. Enjoy the pain, the suffering, and the agony.
Enjoy submitting to beautiful women and experiencing something more hellacious than you ever thought possible.
5 punches at [5]
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[Liz] Deep breath, ballbag. One more. One more brutally hard punch to the testicles that takes the lid off completely.
Show me how much love hurting for us.
1 punch at [6]
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[Liz] You've been such a good boy so far, slapping yourself into next week and punching yourself into a stupor.
[Ali] He really has, hasn't he? Look at those swollen plums. He's been a perfect little glutton for punishment.
[Liz] That’s why I think he deserves another taste. He clearly wants it.
On your feet, boy. You know the position – legs together, hips forward, fist ready. This last one, you're going to put every scrap of strength you have into it.
1 punch at [6]
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[Ali] That was absolutely amazing, sister! He’ll be coughing up his nuts for weeks.
[Liz] Thank you!! That means the world coming from you.
I think we should leave it there for now, though. I’m worried if we go any further, we might accidentally juice his plums prematurely.
[Ali] I agree. Besides, he looks like he wants to take a minute on the ground to savor this gift you’ve given him.
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[Ali] Alright, up off the floor, ball boy. That's enough savoring.
On your knees, legs spread a little, as if you were going to bow down to us. Grab that cock and start stroking.
Slow and steady. Nice long strokes. All the way up, all the way down.
[Liz] Aww, seriously? We're letting him touch himself again already?
[Ali] It’s ok, sis’. We’ll get back to bashing his balls before you know it.
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[Ali] Pick up the pace a little. I want to hear the sound of your hand rubbing your erection, not the sound of you whining about how badly we hurt you.
[Liz] Can I ask you something? How often do you actually let a man touch his cock when he’s with you?
[Ali] Rarely. And only after some truly barbaric testicle torture.
We’ve put this one through a lot, but it wouldn’t be anywhere CLOSE to enough if he hadn’t just won the Purple Plums Playboy Invitational.
I like to let men stroke a little, though. I find it encourages them to abuse themselves worse.
[Liz] That's so evil! I love it.
[Ali] Faster now, boy. Work your way to the edge. And when you get there, hold it.
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[Liz] Look at him. He's right on the brink, twitching like a stupid little animal.
[Ali] Hands off. Let the edge fade.
Breathe, boy, breathe. Deep breaths. Let that horrifying ache in your midsection subside, ever so slightly, as your edge dissipates.
[Liz] How long do you usually keep them on the edge for?
[Ali] Depends on my mood. Hours, sometimes. I once edged a man for an entire weekend. He cried when I finally denied him at the end. Big, ugly, desperate tears.
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[Ali] Alright, back to stroking. Slowly this time.
[Liz] You know what I’ve really started to appreciate lately? The moment right before a kick lands.
When they see it coming and they know they can't stop it.
That little flinch. The way their thighs squeeze together out of pure instinct, like that's ever helped.
[Ali] Oh, the flinch is delicious. I make them hold their own legs open sometimes – present themselves properly for the kick.
[Liz] That's so cruel! You're a well-earned menace to men everywhere, you know that?
[Ali] Stroke faster now, boy. All the way to the edge again. Hold it there.
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[Ali] Stay right on the edge. Gentle, short strokes to keep yourself balanced there.
[Liz] Look at him! He’s absolutely trembling.
[Ali] Of course he is. He just spent a long, long time having his testicles demolished. His whole body is running on adrenaline and hope.
And we’re about to take the hope away again.
Hands off, boy. Let it fade.
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[Liz] Do you ever wonder why they come back? The few like this one. No matter how beaten, broken, or humiliated, they always crawl back for more.
[Ali] Because we give them something no one else does: permission to be what they really are.
Weak, desperate, obsessed with hurting their testicles for beautiful women.
Out there, those men have to pretend. At this resort, they get to be honest with their balls on the line.
Back to stroking, boy. I want long, slow and deep strokes. Up and down the full length of your cock.
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[Ali] Keep stroking, faster now. I want you to get to the edge again as quickly as possible, and this time you're going to hold it.
[Liz] I think this little gooner’s brain might already be fried.
[Ali] Good, I hope so. That’ll make the next bit even more special.
[Ali] Keep edging, boy. Don't slow down, don't speed up. Stay right there.
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[Liz] His cock is absolutely throbbing! If you make him stay on the edge any longer, he might blow!
[Ali] That would be such a shame. I’d hate to have to castrate him so close to his reward.
Oh well, you can let the edge go. Hands off; deep breaths. We’ll play it safe.
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[Ali] Alright boy, it’s time to cash in your reward.
By winning the Purple Plums Playboy Invitational, you won a ballbusting orgasm. So, we're going to beat the cum out of your balls.
Grab the baton and lie on your back. I want your legs together, nutsack resting on top of your thighs.
Say something fun for us when you’re in position to smack to the beat.
[Thank you for busting my balls]
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[Ali] You are so very welcome, boy. Let’s start with intensity [3].
Remember, just because you won a prize of a ballbusting orgasm doesn’t mean you can empty your balls whenever you want.
You still have to wait for our permission. You still have to obey our every command.
Don’t worry, we’ll talk you through every step of the process. We’ll make sure to drain your aching, overflowing balls of every last drop of cum.
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[Ali] Most guys can’t cum from ballbusting alone. But, of the guys who win the tournaments at this resort … it’s much more common.
Even if you can’t, don’t worry. We’ll let you stroke a little bit, at the right times, to help you get there.
This is supposed to be your reward, after all. It would be so, so cruel to put you through all this hell and then to deny you anyway …
[Liz] Yeah, we would definitely never do that. Of course not. We take male pleasure very seriously here …
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[Ali] On that note, let’s bump things up a little. Go up to intensity [4] now that the beat’s slowed down.
I don’t want to hear any complaints out of you, prizenuts. It would be SO much worse if we were there with you.
Tell me, Liz – what’s your favorite way to hurt a man’s family jewels?
[Liz] That’s a great question! There are so many good options …
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[Liz] I don’t know if I have any one particular favorite. I do have a couple things I’ve been really enjoying lately, though.
One is to make the man get on his knees on the ground, one hand holding his own dick out of the way.
Then, I put on my fiercest pair of doc martens and line up like I’m kicking a field goal.
I don’t exactly take a running start, but I take a couple steps to get my momentum going and really put my hips into it.
I don’t make direct contact every single time, but when I do, I swear I can actually hear the testicles crack against my boot.
That cracking sound is fleeting, of course. It’s often followed by an awful lot of yelling out of whoever happens to be attached to the testicles in question.
But Ali, I’ve got to tell you … it’s amazing.
Page 59 – 120
[Liz] I’ve also been really into standing on swollen scrotums with my full weight.
[Ali] Goddddd, that’s a good one. I love it too.
[Liz] It’s the best! You can really feel them squish under your toes. They’re like two fragile little bugs!
[Ali] Right?? And boys get so frantic when they realize what’s about to happen.
[Liz] I love how they claw at your ankles and calves, as if that does any good.
[Ali] Seriously. Like, by the time my foot is on top of your ballsack, there’s nothing more you can do. You might as well just enjoy the gift I’m giving you.
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[Ali] You know the drill! The beat gets slower, the hits get harder. Intensity [5]
[Liz] Do you notice how even the most well behaved boys will start begging for mercy when their testicles are under your toes?
[Ali] Yes!! Even my best, most obedient pain sluts have a tendency to lose their manners when I’m balancing my full weight on their manhood.
Personally, I don’t see what the big deal is. They’re just balls. But the boys seem awfully bothered when it happens.
[Liz] It cracks me up, honestly. Here’s this big, strong man, crying under my foot like “my balls” and “please, mercy!” How emasculating.
[Ali] And it’s not like that does them any good. If anything, it makes me want to crush them for longer!
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[Ali] OK boy, you can have a brief break from the ball bashing to stroke your cock.
Don’t edge. Not yet. Give me long, slow strokes that go from the base of your cock to the very tip.
[Liz] I’d savor this break if I were you, ball boy. Ali doesn’t give out many of them.
[Ali] That’s true. And things are only going to get worse for you when it ends.
Page 62
[Ali] Keep stroking, a little bit faster now. Don’t try to edge, but if you do get there, stay there.
[Liz] Don’t forget to breathe. There’s not much you can do about the wreckage in your midsection, but breathing might help make it ever so slightly more manageable.
[Ali] You can certainly try breathing, but I’m not sure it’ll do much good. We’ve fucked you up pretty good!
Hands off that cock and pick up the baton. It’s back to bashing your balls when this timer ends!
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[Ali] Intensity [4]. Nice and hard, champ; I want your eyes watering.
[Liz] Tell me something, Ali. If you could be there in person with this guy, what would you do to him?
[Ali] Oh, that’s a good one! There’s SO many different ways I’d want to hurt his balls.
I’d probably start with one full force kick, kind of like your field goal idea earlier.
That has a way of taking even the most arrogant men down several pegs.
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[Ali] Then, when he’s writhing on the ground, struggling to come to terms with who’s boss, a long, hard squeeze ought to do the trick.
Men are so protective of those stupid little things, especially after they’ve just been kicked.
If you shoo away their hands and grab a hold of their family jewels, they become putty in your grip.
You can watch their entire universe telescope down onto your hands, focused on nothing else except what you have in store for him.
I like to watch their face as I clamp down.
All that desperation, all that concern … it just immediately washes away and is replaced by overwhelming, soul consuming anguish.
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[Ali]
It’s so … intimate. Your fingers control their fate. Every subtle change in pressure, every minute shift in your fingers … they experience it with the entirety of their being.
I believe women are superior to men, of course. But you rarely feel more superior than when you hold a pair of tender, aching balls in your hands and you squeeze with all your might.
All his manly muscles … useless. You have the power. You are in control. And there is not one single thing he can do about it.
Even better, whenever you feel like it, you can get up and walk away. You can move on with your life immediately.
Not him. He’s going to be planted right where you left him, writhing with agony, for a good long while.
And there’s not one single thing he can do about it. Nothing he can do to get back at you. Nothing to make all that pain go away. He just has to lay there and take it.
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[Ali] Ah, that’s the cue! Time for intensity [5].
[Liz] Fuck, Ali … that was … you really know how to make a girl want to squeeze some testicles.
[Ali] It’s seriously fun! It’s like holding the dials for two pain thermostats in your hands.
Page 67 – 60 bpm
[Ali] I love exploring the tender innards of the testicles with my fingers, enjoying all the different sounds the man makes as I roam.
[Liz] It’s like you’re playing the ball bagpipes!
[Ali] Seriously! Or maybe it’s like I’m an orchestra conductor, since boys have a tendency to sing soprano.
Page 68
[Ali] Alright, prizenuts. Put the baton down. Hands on that cock.
You've earned a little reprieve. It’s only getting more brutal from here, so I want you nice and primed when we get there.
Stroke yourself. Long, slow, deep strokes. Feel every inch of that swelling hardness between your fingers.
Faster, boy. Work yourself up properly. But listen closely, because this is important.
I want you to edge as quickly as you can. Get right to the brink. Teeter on that razor's edge between pleasure and release.
But do not cum. Not yet.
[Liz] And you've got a time limit, sweetheart. The metronome is going to start up again soon! So, if you're going to get there, you'd better get there quick.
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[Ali] Don't hold back now. Don't pace yourself. Give it everything you have.
Stroke it like you mean it. Like your life depends on it. Like those aching, swollen plums between your legs are counting on you to make this happen.
[Liz] Because they are. Think about it. The harder you work yourself right now, the closer you get to that release you won.
The closer you get to emptying those poor, abused reservoirs.
[Ali] Hold the edge. Balance on it like a tightrope.
That's the whole point of this, boy. The pain and the pleasure, tangled up together until you can't tell them apart anymore.
Hands off. The metronome's starting again.
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[Ali] Intensity [4]. Come on, boy. Show us what those nuts are made of. Show us why you won the Playboy Invitational.
I know it hurts. I know it’s unbearable and that you can’t take it. That’s the whole point, remember?
We’re going to make you hit yourself in the nuts so hard and so often that you literally beat the cum out of them.
You didn’t think that would be a pleasant experience, did you?
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[Ali] Don’t look at us as if you want us to feel bad for you.
We want to hurt you very, very badly. That’s what you, as a man, deserve.
You are just a pair of balls for us to bust. I know you’ve won a little reward, but don’t let it get to your head.
The only reason this resort lets some men cum is so that the rest of the men think they have a chance.
No matter how much abuse you take, you, as a man, are weak and inferior.
The only choice you have is to accept that fact.
Page 72
[Ali] Put down the baton; you get one last stroking break. One last chance to touch that throbbing cock of yours.
I’d make the most of it, if I were you.
[Liz] If you can’t cum from ballbusting alone after this, you can’t cum at all!
[Ali] Don’t worry, we’ll give you a real chance. We’ll let you beat your balls super, duper hard and super, duper quickly.
For now, though, just stroke yourself as quickly as you can!
These are your last 10 seconds of stroking. Make the most of them! Get as close to the edge as you can!
Page 73 – 60 bpm
[Ali] Smack at intensity [1]. No harder!
Page 74
[Ali] Hands off! No more touching.
I changed my mind, if you couldn’t tell. I don’t want you to cum just yet – I want to keep playing with you.
[Liz] You cruel, cruel bitch! He’s so frustrated, he looks like he’s going to cry.
[Ali] Aww, that’s too bad. Let me play him a sad song on the world’s tiniest violin …
[Ali] I think now is about the right time to tell him, don’t you think?
[Liz] You know me, sis’. I’ll always follow your lead.
Page 75
[Ali] You think you won a ballbusting orgasm. And that’s true; you did.
However, you didn’t just win a ballbusting orgasm.
You won the longest, most drawn out, most painful single session available at the entirety of the Purple Plums Resort.
[Liz] And it’s with the baddest bitch at the entire resort, to boot!
We might empty your balls eventually, but we’re going to turn them into mashed potatoes first.
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[Ali] Well, technically Liz, I think we’ll be turning them into testicle pancakes first.
Go on, grab your heavy objects and prepare to balance them on top of your swollen, aching, and denied scrotum.
In my experience, the most reliable method for flattening yourself on command is the toilet– stuff your nus between the seat and the lid, and balance heavy objects on top to correspond to whatever intensity we give you.
There are other ways, of course. You could use books, an official ballcrusher, or anything else. Just as long as you’re ready to crush yourself when I say so.
[Thank you for busting my balls]
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[Ali] Let’s start you off at intensity [2]. Nice and gentle. For now, just make sure you’re in a comfortable position – you’re going to be here awhile.
[Liz] Have I told you lately that I love you, sis’? You are just so effortlessly cruel … I want to be like you when I grow up.
This guy is sooo desperate for relief and you let him get so, so close. Then you pulled the rug out from under his feet at the last second … you’re amazing.
[Ali] You know me, sister. I’m up for anything that hurts testicles, and I’m told blue balls can be a particularly unpleasant experience.
I doubt it’s as unpleasant as a full force kick to the nuts, but in this guy’s state … I bet everything hurts.
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[Ali] Move up to intensity [3]; make it a little harder now.
[Liz] Can I ask you another question, Ali?
[Ali] Shoot, girl. You can ask me anything you want.
[Liz] After we’ve completely destroyed this loser, which one of us gets to keep his nuts in a jar on our shelf?
[Ali] LOL! They do look like they could be ripped off at any second … Do you want those pathetic things?
[Liz] I’m not saying I want balls, but it might be a fun little trophy. You know, a physical reminder that he’s our man bitch?
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[Ali] I know – let’s make him choose. Let’s make ball boy here pick one of us.
Which one of us is the hottest? Which one of us knows how to hurt him just the way he likes?
[Liz] You know I love you, sis’, but why would you let a man choose anything? Much less a man who’s just been neutered?
[Ali] Oh, you misunderstand. I’m suggesting we make him choose right after we’re done with the flattening.
Page 80
[Ali] Move up to intensity [4], boy. It should start to really hurt right about now.
He then gets a chance to play with whichever one of us he picks.
And whichever one he doesn’t pick would take their turn after that.
[Liz] So when he inevitably picks you, I get a chance to show him what he’s missing out on right after.
[Ali] Exactly! Or vice versa with me, if he picks you. It’s kind of a “heads we win, tails he loses” situation.
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[Ali] Think about which one of us you want to choose, ball boy!
I know, in spirit, we both own your balls, but only one of us can keep your castrated pair in a jar on our desks. So, choose wisely.
[Liz] I would be honored if you picked me, but you should pick Ali. She’s the nastiest, most brutal bitch around.
I mean, look at her! I’m a straight woman and I can’t keep my hands off her. You’d be crazy to choose anyone else.
[Ali] Oh, stop! You’re too nice. Don’t let her compliments fool you – she’s nice to women, but really, really nasty to men like you.
Anyway, while you mull it over, prepare for the crushing to get even worse in a second!
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[Ali] Go up to intensity [5]! Make it excruciating!
That’s it, let those horrible, agonizing sensations spread all throughout your body
I want every inch of you, from your fingers to your toes, to be flooded with the overwhelming feeling of male inferiority.
[Liz] It’s ok to cry, champ. There’s no shame in it. We already know exactly how weak you are; you don’t have to hide it from us.
Page 83
[Liz] We already know about those fragile, delicate little orbs between your legs.
We already know that you, as a man, are weak and inferior. It’s ok for you to accept that fact too.
Being a man at this resort is a miserable, horrifyingly painful experience. It’s ok to show how much you’re suffering.
[Ali] You can scream, you can cry, you can do anything you have to do. Just keep taking it.
Page 84
[Ali] OK, OK, I’ll be merciful. You can go down to intensity [4]. You get a short break from intensity [5]
[Liz] I’d say that right about now, he’s starting to appreciate why you have the reputation that you do.
[Ali] I’m glad people say nice things about me, but really, at the end of the day, I just love making men suffer.
And when I get the chance to play with a championship-caliber pair, I make sure to take full advantage.
Page 85
[Ali] You should have more of a reputation, by the way. You’re practically the queen of the Sadistic Springs.
[Liz] Oh, please. I have fun, but no one can compete with your bitch boot camp. That three day process has humbled more men than I can count.
[Ali] Maybe, but I don’t think it counts since half of it happens at the Whimper Inn. The point is, you’re a pretty nasty bitch in your own right.
[Liz] Well, thank you sister. If I am, it’s because you taught me well!
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[Ali] Go back to intensity [5]. I want to make sure you’re completely flattened before we give you a chance to get up.
Remember, we’re not here to give your testicles a gentle tickle. We’re here to destroy them.
It’s supposed to be excruciating.
If you’re screaming and crying in pain, certain your nuts are about to burst, that means you’re doing it right.
Page 87
[Ali] Remember – you, as a man, exist to suffer. Your only purpose here is to have your balls destroyed.
The only reason we’re giving you any pleasure at all is to encourage other guys to take even more abuse so that they someday might also get to cum.
You’re going to be our proof that pleasure is possible at this resort, but we’re still going to fucking annihilate you first.
Page 88
[Ali] Fine, fine. You can get up and untie yourself; we’re done with the crushing.
That’s it, watch the flattened remains of your manhood reinflate between your legs.
[Pages 89-110 TBD – will be 10 round game of knee knockers, variation based on choice of girl]
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[Ali] Aaand time! That’s the end of round 10. Congratulations, you survived!
Go on, take a second on the ground to adjust to your new reality. I’m sure your midsection is now a bit more tender and swollen than you’re used to.
I think nadman here might be tender enough to finally drain his balls. What do you think, Liz?
[Liz] You know I’ll always defer to you on that stuff, Ali. I’m surprised he’s made it this far after surviving the full tournament.
[Ali] Actually, I was going to say … you could lead him through this final part, if you’re up for it.
[Liz] I would be honored!
Grab the baton and get on your back, champ. Legs together, nuts on top of your thighs, cock pointed out of the way.
Say the magic words when you’re ready to beat to the beat.
[Thank you for busting my balls]
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[Liz] Let’s start you out at intensity [4]. Nice and nasty.
I might not be queen Ali, but I still know how to pulp your plums.
Step one is to make sure that you’re in horrible, agonizing pain. You know, the usual.
Then I’ll let you stroke your cock and get to the edge.
Page 113 – 120 bpm
[Liz] Right as your about to cum, you’ll stop stroking, let the edge go, and return to ballbusting.
After a few rounds of that, you’ll be so horny and desperate that a flurry of hard blows should be all it takes to push you over the edge.
I’m told it’s … well, ‘pleasant’ isn’t the word. More like ‘relieving’.
As in, “I’m relived to get this gigantic load out of my obliterated ballsack.”
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[Liz[ The relief will be short lived, of course.
After everything this nasty bitch did you, I wouldn’t be surprised if you’re still feeling it for weaks.
Just think of that throbbing ache in your midsection as a reminder of your inferiority.
[Ali] If that ache ever fades, boy, you should come back to this resort. We'd be happy to bring it back for you.
Page 115
[Liz] Put down the baton, just for a moment, and start stroking your cock.
Don’t edge just yet, but make it pleasurable. Take a brief break from your annihilation.
Think of this like the intermission between rounds in a boxing match.
It’s short, but this is your chance to catch your breath and recover from the last round, if that’s even possible.
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[Liz] Break time’s over, prizenuts. Intensity [5]. Right now.
[Ali] Can you hear that? I think that battered pair of testicles is trying to say something.
[Liz] What’re they trying to say?
[Ali] You have to listen carefully, but I think they’re saying “please hit us harder. Those women are so beautiful, we want to hurt more for them.”
[Liz] Oh wow! I wouldn’t have guessed that, but you’d know better than me.
Well, prizenuts, you heard the box. We’re upping the ante when this timer’s done!
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[Liz] This break from the metronome does NOT mean that you can stroke, big boy.
I want a punishing blow. Right now. Like your nuts asked for.
1 smack at [6]
Page 118
[Liz] One punishing blow is not enough. Not if you want me to help you cum.
Pull yourself back into position, take a deep breath, and swing even harder this time.
1 smack at [6]
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[Liz] Fine, fine, now you can start stroking your cock. I’ll settle for those two punishing blows, for now.
[Ali] You’re a nicer gal than I am; I would’ve made him keep going.
[Liz] See? You’re lucky. It could’ve been even worse for you.
For now, just stroke a little faster. Start working your way towards an edge.
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[Liz] Get to the edge as quickly as you can now. If you get to the edge before this page ends, hold it, but don’t you dare go over.
What I have in store for you is only getting more painful. You’re going to want to recover as much as possible before we return to crunching your nuts.
The more horny and desperate you are, the better your chances.
It’ll be excruciating either way, but if you’re leaking precum like a broken faucet you’ll have a better chance of actually cumming at the end.
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[Liz] Hands off that cock, soldier. It’s back to ballbusting. Intensity [4].
[Ali] You know, Liz, you have a great story about the most brutal ballbusting you’ve ever delivered. I think prizenuts here might enjoy hearing that story.
[Liz] You mean the knee guy? That was a fun one …
If you haven’t heard, one of my regular slaves got the bright idea to try to egg me on to encourage me to go harder in our next session.
[Ali] He said “Liz knees like a little girl” and that no amount of knees would ever hurt his bag, manly balls.
[Liz] And he kept going on and on about it, so I really had to teach him a lesson.
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[Liz] I tied him, naked and spread eagle, to this big wooden “X” in my dungeon.
[Ali] She made him agree to say “is that all you got” after every knee. And if he couldn’t do it, he agreed to apologize for his ‘little girl’ comments.
[Liz[ I’ll be honest, my first knee did not land clean. I only grazed the sweet spot, and his “is that all you got” so was so goddamn smug.
But my second knee … my second knee did not miss. I nailed the sweet spot with everything I had and I swear I could feel his testicles crunch against my kneecap.
The way he screamed, you’d think he was a small animal being slaughtred. I’ve never heard anything like it.
I gave him a little way to say his “is that all you got” line, but for some reason he was a little more preoccupied with screaming than winning our bet.
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[Liz] I knew he was hurting, but he was tied up with his legs spread and I was feeling spiteful.
I kneed him over, and over, and over again, and I felt that same “crunch” sensation every time but one. I probably did six or seven knees in that initial flurry.
That made the screaming stop, but those were quickly replaced with these giant, full-body sobs. I’m talking tears streaming down the cheeks, lips quivering, snot, the whole nine yards.
I gave him a few seconds to cry, then I gave him another flurry of knees and that made the crying stop. He went awfully quiet at that point, just twitchinig sporadically.
I gave him a couple minutes to appreciate how fully i had destroyed him, then i gave him one last knee, as hard as I could possibly muster.
That one finally knocked him out. Which made me angry, because I didn’t want him to get the relief of slipping unconscious.
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[Liz] Intensity [5], boy, come on. You know the drill
[Ali] You didn’t stop after he fell unconscious though, did you?
[Liz] No, I didn’t. I let him hang there for a couple minutes, then I gave him yet another flurry of knees to wake him up.
He came to with a jolt, then the crying resumed.
I kept playing with him for a long while after that. I think I knocked him out three or four times when it was all said and done.
And he definitely would’ve vomited, if he had eaten recently.
Page 125
[Liz] OK, boy. You can’t possibly hit yourself as hard as I hit that stupid, smack-talking former man, but you can try.
Swing the baton into your nutsack with everything you’ve got. I want it to be excruciating!
1 smack at [6]
You should know us well enough to know that one measly little love tap will never be enough.
Resume the position, boy-o. Obliterate yourself for me. If this doesn’t make you scream, it wasn’t hard enough!
1 smack at [6]
You’re trying to earn your orgasm, aren’t you? Come on, get back in position, do it again.
The worse it is now, the easier it’ll be for you to cum later.
1 smack at [6]
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[Liz] Fine, fine. You can stroke your cock for a moment.
Deep breaths, try to regain your composure. That might’ve hurt, but I promise that you still have two fragile, delicate organs between your legs.
You can even edge, if you want. If you do, stay on the edge, but don’t even think about going over.
I haven’t given you permission to blow your load yet.
You still have more pain to take. More suffering. More agony.
Hands off. It’s back to ballbustinig when this timer ends!
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[Liz] Intensity [4]. Nice and unbearable again.
[Ali] What happened to knee man once you were done with him?
[Liz] Once I was finally done with him, I undid his restraints and he just kind of slunk to the floor.
He curled up in the fetal position with his hands fixed between his legs, sobbing gently to himself.
When I went to check on him several hours later, he was still stuck in that position, too broken to talk.
[Liz] It wasn’t until the next afternoon that I could finally get him to move. He just kept saying “you broke my balls” over and over again.
Which, yeah, I did do that. Just like he wanted. So I called him an Uber and made him leave.
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[Ali] Did you ever hear from him again?
[Liz] I didn’t hear anything for maybe a week.
Then I got a long text about how he was still in too much pain to walk, but he was so thankful that I was generous enough to show him how weak he really was.
And then he sent another text that said “But I heard you kick like a little girl.”
[Ali] Ha! He sounds like a true ballbusting freak.
[Liz] He really is; he’s one of my favorite slaves.
Prizenuts here, though, is getting impressive. Winning the Purple Plums Playboy Invitational, surviving all our fun so far … he’s got some pair on him. He’s earned this upcoming orgasm.
Page 129
[Liz] Speaking of which, put down the baton and start stroking your cock again.
It’s almost time for you to cum. Almost, but not quite.
I’ll be nice though and tell you this is your last chance to touch yourself, so you should make the most of it.
Get as close to the edge as you possibly can without going over.
Then, on the next page, we’ll bash your balls hard enough to knock you over the edge.
Page 130
[Liz] Intensity …actually, I changed my mind. I don’t want to let you cum yet.
I want to keep playing with you.
[Ali] OMG, I knew you were going to do that! I just knew it!
[Liz] I’m just copying you, sister! Plus, this boy looks so cute when he’s desperate.
[Ali] He really does. Those frustrated facial expressions … I could drink them up all day long.
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[Ali] Well, if you’re not letting him cum yet … put down the baton and pick up the sock weapon, my boy.
On your knees, legs together, overflowing nuts resting in front of your thighs.
After two pretty nasty tease and denials, this ought to be extra fun.
10 swings at [4]
All that pent up sexual energy … all that frustration … all that pain …
And still no release for you. I bet that makes these smacks feel extra extra good!
10 swings at [4]
I know it might not feel like it right now, but we will let you cum eventually. I promise.
It’s just that we can’t get enough of how cute you look when you’re denied and in pain.
10 swings at [4]
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