My first ballbusting experience (1)
Posted 01-31-2022 at 03:11 PM by katien
I discovered Ballbusting shortly after the Internet arrived at my house. It was 20 years ago, I was 13 years old and they called me a lot, I was very morbid, the issue of hazing. I was looking for hazing ideas on the internet since I didn't know why, but it made me horny. And I was changing the subject towards the classic pranks of hitting the balls of friends. There were several videos on the internet with jokes related to hitting the balls. Jackass was also in fashion and people, usually teenagers, imitating Jackass and making home videos. In all the groups that did Jackass at home, there were several videos of hitting the balls. I even remember a kind of contest, I don't remember if it was called "The Hunt" in which there was a list of tasks to do, almost all painful tasks. And one of those tasks was that several friends gave you stops in the balls.
I've seen almost all of those videos.
One day, looking for stories, games and videos of hitting the balls, I came across a website (which unfortunately no longer exists). Kramtoad was called the web. It was an old website, from the time. Today, it could be considered a social network, since in addition to having some forums, which worked more like the "guest books" of the websites of the time, there were some questionnaires that you filled out and served to contact some users with others. . All with the same interest: hitting the balls.
A part of the web, people told stories, real and fictional. In another part, you could see the questionnaires of all the people who had created the account. And elsewhere, there were plenty of links to videos of hitting the balls. Without becoming porn videos. Most of the videos were of teenagers hitting each other's balls, as a joke, as punishment for losing bets, as I already mentioned, for trying to imitate Jackass, etc...
I admit that at that time, I jerked off more and came more times, watching that type of content, than watching porn. What's more, I barely watched porn. Those kinds of videos made me much more horny. And of course, I ended up jerking off. I feel sorry for the guys who made those videos, I highly doubt they did it thinking that people like me would masturbate while watching them take huge hits to their balls.
At that time, I admit to having used my friends. Hit them in their balls, as a joke. On the one hand, she enjoyed hitting his balls and seeing his reactions. On the other hand, I wanted them to get back at me and prank me back by hitting my balls. It is something I did many times and for several years. Even at 16, he was still doing it. But already at that age, he even made bets with a friend (especially with 2 of them) where hitting the balls was the punishment to pay for losing the bet. Any excuse was good for me, to make those kinds of bets. Sometimes he won, other times he lost. I didn't care if I won or lost, I was going to enjoy it anyway, whether I was the one who hit my friends' balls, or if it was one of them who hit my balls.
I always liked punches more than kicks. That of being able to feel, even a little, how my fist sank between the cock and the balls of one of my friends, was a sensation that I could not enjoy in the case of kicks. Later, seeing them bent over, with a face that showed the pain they were suffering and sometimes with a thirst for revenge, made me very, very horny. Although it was much better when with a single blow, he managed to throw them to the ground, they remained bent, on the ground, for several minutes, with a face close to tears, but without crying. Sometimes yelling "my balls, son of a bitch" or insulting me in any other way. It made me feel great, far superior to them who were lying on the ground suffering. It was going home and nothing else I could do, jerk off over and over again remembering the scene.
But when they hit me, they always made me double over in pain (which I loved), but they never made me hit the ground. It was an experience that I needed to live.
I continued to enter Kramtoad every day and collaborate with the community. Writing bets with my friends as stories, and sharing video links that no one had shared yet. Of course, I also read other people's stories and watched all the videos they shared that I hadn't seen yet. Lots of straws. Many runs thanks to that website.
One day, looking at the part of the forms, I saw that someone claimed to be from my country. He was 1 year older than me. I was 16 and he was 17 years old. We both liked hitting the balls as much as receiving them. So I copied his email and sent him an email.
It was the time of MSN Messenger. Within 2 days, we were already chatting on MSN Messenger, sharing stories and lots of videos and talking. Talking a lot about what made us morbid. We both used our friends for our perversion. Without them knowing it. But neither of us had ever met anyone, in order to bust him or get our balls busted.
We lived far away, but my parents went to town a lot on weekends, so if he wanted to come, we could do something. And finally, we found a way for him to come. I was nervous because sexually he was a virgin and besides I wasn't looking for anything sexual. I was looking for ballbusting and nothing else. But talking to him for weeks, we agreed on it and I believed he would keep his word.
The day came to see us, I was nervous but eager. But he knew very well how to break the ice. As soon as I opened the door of the house for him, he directed his fist towards my balls and gave me a good punch. I doubled over as he laughed and lunged to punch him back, though he put up his hand and moved to avoid it as he laughed (clearly he was expected to punch back).
We talked for a while and reminisced about what we had agreed to do on Messenger.
We would play a roshambo, fully clothed. Whoever brought their knees to the ground, should take off their pants to continue playing. When we were already in our underwear, the next thing was to remove the underwear and be naked from the waist down. Once naked, the first to bring their knees to the ground would be the loser. The winner would tie him up any way he wanted and torture his balls for an hour, any way he wanted.
Who does not know the roshambo, it is very simple. It's playing rock, paper, scissors. The one who wins can kick or punch the loser in the balls, who must open his legs and cannot avoid the blow. Roshambo is usually played by kicking the balls. Although we did it with punches.
Several years have passed, I don't remember everything exactly, I do remember that in the first rock-paper-scissors game I lost, he gave me a good punch in my balls, but I just doubled over a little. In the second game, I lost again, but even though he tried hard to punch my balls hard, my knees never touched the ground. In the third game I won, I gained strength and punched his balls from below. I'll just say that he was the first to lose his pants, and it took us a couple of minutes to get back to playing. Now I played with an advantage, I kept my pants on and he was in his underwear, in some blue boxers I think I remember, in which you could see that his cock was already hard. I thought it would make me uncomfortable but no. Although he seemed to feel a bit uncomfortable, since he was covering his cock with his hands, until I told him to continue playing. Rock, paper or scissors. He beat me again. This time he kicked me in the balls causing me to double over and need a couple of minutes to straighten up again. But my knees hadn't touched the ground yet. I was still in my pants and I beat him again. Although I wanted to kick him back, he seemed to have more sensitive balls than I did and I liked punching much better, plus being in my underwear I could perfectly direct my fist at his balls. So I did and it was a very good success. He went straight to the ground and stayed there for 5 minutes. I started to laugh and tell him that it was his turn to stay naked, while he saw how his face began to turn a little red. But he did not put any impediment. As soon as he got up he took off his underwear and I could see him completely naked (well, I lie, I remember that he still had his white socks on). We played again and I was very lucky to win again. I remember looking at his face and seeing how he closed his eyes expecting me to hit him. I will not deny that I had no mercy. I had never kicked someone completely naked in the balls before, so standing right in front of him and without much force, I slammed my bare foot (albeit with socks on) into his balls. He did not resist it and fell to the ground immediately, while I laughed at him. Although he was beginning to make me a little nervous about what I would have to do now. She would have the right to torture his balls for a full hour. He had seen many videos on the internet and knew what things he could do to her. But I liked the idea so much that he was nervous.
I was also somewhat disappointed. I had stayed with him in the hope that he would destroy my balls, that with a punch or a kick, I would try the experience of ending up lying on the ground. And it hadn't happened (although it did happen a little later).
When he recovered and got up, he tried to convince me that instead of 1 hour the torture should only last half an hour, but although he insisted a lot, I did not accept. I wanted to take advantage of the prize he had won. At that time, I was not aware of how sadistic I was, right now, writing this, I realize that already at that time, my level of sadism was quite high.
I didn't have all the materials and toys I have now, but I did have some plastic strings, the kind my father used to tie tomato plants. I took a piece of that rope and tied his hands behind his back, so that he couldn't protect himself. He complained a little, but his resistance to not being tied up was not very great either, rather, it seemed that he was wanting it.
First, I wanted to do it as a game. I told him to pick any card from the deck. I can't remember which card he picked. But the game consisted in that I would raise the cards one by one, until the card he had chosen came out.
The number on the card signified the number of hits on his balls he would give her before drawing the next card. And the suit (from the Spanish deck) was the kind of hit he would give it. One stick was punching, another was slapping, another was kicking, and finally, it was a blow with a large bottle of water that we had.
When we started the game, he was standing with his legs apart, as he hit him he closed the doors, until he ended up sitting on the floor. Saying he couldn't take it anymore And we just started!
I decided to take another piece of rope and had the intention of tying his hands to the door handle, although finally, in order to do so, I had to untie his hands just as he had them, to be able to raise his hands. Thus, he was sitting on the floor with his back against the door, so I thought it would be easier for him to withstand the blows. Although he was lucky, because 3 or 4 cards after tying him on the door handle, the card he had chosen came out.
Which made me very angry.
He seemed exhausted. He asked me to stop, which made me wonder what to do, but he ended up telling me that he could continue but he should make it easier, that he wasn't going to take it anymore if he kept hitting so hard.
I understood it, because in his face you could see that he was having a really bad time. But I wanted more.
Taking advantage of the fact that he was sitting on the ground, I took my foot and directed it towards his balls giving him a little kick that made him jump a little. I put my foot on top of his balls and started stepping on his balls as he watched his face. The gestures of pain that he put on were making me very horny, besides, he was completely naked, with his hands tied to the door handle, which I cannot deny made me want two things. Twisting his little nipples and putting his cock in her mouth to fuck her mouth mercilessly. I did not fuck her mouth, since we had agreed that no sex. But the truth is, I couldn't resist squeezing his nipples as he continued to stomp on his balls. He let out a little moan and bit his lip, but he didn't actually complain. Which made me hornier and made me keep squeezing her nipples. I was convinced that he was hurting her, but that the pain was causing her great pleasure. Besides, his cock didn't lie. It was hard as an iron bar. Even, I guess from the pressure on the balls, he had released a few drops of precum (at first I even wondered if he was cumming). I let go of his nipples and kept stepping on his balls for a few more seconds. I lifted my foot and stepped in front of him, who moved as little forward as he could and began to breathe harder as he begged me to please give him a few minutes.
I untied him and he lay on the ground for several minutes while I looked at him completely horny with an incredible desire to jerk off, but unable to do so.
After several minutes, he got up, I looked at the time, I saw that we had only been 15 minutes and he was barely able to take much more, so I told him that I finally accepted the half hour of torture, but that he would have to overcome a dare . He asked me what... And the truth is that I didn't tell him, I just told him to put his hands on his head, which he did without any complaint and I brought my hands to his balls and started squeezing each of his balls with one hand as I explained that she would have to say the entire alphabet, but backwards, starting with "Z" and that every time he made a mistake, she would have to start over or give up. But threatening him that if he surrendered, the torture would last for an hour. I just wanted him to do it. And he did it, although I don't really remember how many times, but he must have had to start over like 10 times, no exaggeration. I enjoyed it like crazy, I watched as his balls were flattening, and I watched his face as he tried to say the letters with a pain that showed that he couldn't take much more.
When we finished that "game" he took his hands to his balls and went back to the ground. Saying please, that he couldn't take it anymore.
I told him to calm down, that although he still had a few minutes left, he was already finished, which made him stay on the ground recovering for a few more minutes, but with a more calm face. When he was able, he got up, I remember how he checked his balls to see if he was okay, he dressed in all his clothes and sat on the couch while he explained to me the pain he still had in his stomach. That he believed that she liked him, but that he was much tougher than he imagined. We continued talking for a long time, after I apologized several times to him, in case I had gone too far and when he already had a better face and seemed a little more recovered. I told him that I had been left with the desire to try being the one who suffered something like that, that if he didn't feel like taking revenge.
He told me to please give him a few minutes to breathe and recover, that I had completely screwed him up. But what if I was really sure of allowing him to get revenge on me. I don't know if the word revenge would be the most appropriate. But without a doubt, I wanted him to do something to me, I also wanted to have a little hard time while he hit my balls.
We talked for a while, on the sofa. For more than half an hour. Until he finally told me that he was ready to take revenge on me, but logically he wanted the same conditions: that he undress me and be able to tie me up as he wanted. Although he also warned me that revenge is usually worse than what one takes revenge on (or something like that).
I was always very shy about getting naked in front of other people. I am the mythical person who, when in a swimming pool locker room, wraps a towel around his waist, to take off his swimsuit, dry off, and put on his underwear. And it's not because she thinks I have a small dick. In my opinion, it is neither small nor large (even though in recent years, I think that due to a couple of relatively long sessions with the chastity cage, something has shrunk). It's just that I'm embarrassed. Something that doesn't happen to me if I have to do it to take some photos or when I'm in front of someone I trust.
But this time, I was a little embarrassed about having to undress. Even the boy, he got impatient and even told me that he was waiting.
I've seen almost all of those videos.
One day, looking for stories, games and videos of hitting the balls, I came across a website (which unfortunately no longer exists). Kramtoad was called the web. It was an old website, from the time. Today, it could be considered a social network, since in addition to having some forums, which worked more like the "guest books" of the websites of the time, there were some questionnaires that you filled out and served to contact some users with others. . All with the same interest: hitting the balls.
A part of the web, people told stories, real and fictional. In another part, you could see the questionnaires of all the people who had created the account. And elsewhere, there were plenty of links to videos of hitting the balls. Without becoming porn videos. Most of the videos were of teenagers hitting each other's balls, as a joke, as punishment for losing bets, as I already mentioned, for trying to imitate Jackass, etc...
I admit that at that time, I jerked off more and came more times, watching that type of content, than watching porn. What's more, I barely watched porn. Those kinds of videos made me much more horny. And of course, I ended up jerking off. I feel sorry for the guys who made those videos, I highly doubt they did it thinking that people like me would masturbate while watching them take huge hits to their balls.
At that time, I admit to having used my friends. Hit them in their balls, as a joke. On the one hand, she enjoyed hitting his balls and seeing his reactions. On the other hand, I wanted them to get back at me and prank me back by hitting my balls. It is something I did many times and for several years. Even at 16, he was still doing it. But already at that age, he even made bets with a friend (especially with 2 of them) where hitting the balls was the punishment to pay for losing the bet. Any excuse was good for me, to make those kinds of bets. Sometimes he won, other times he lost. I didn't care if I won or lost, I was going to enjoy it anyway, whether I was the one who hit my friends' balls, or if it was one of them who hit my balls.
I always liked punches more than kicks. That of being able to feel, even a little, how my fist sank between the cock and the balls of one of my friends, was a sensation that I could not enjoy in the case of kicks. Later, seeing them bent over, with a face that showed the pain they were suffering and sometimes with a thirst for revenge, made me very, very horny. Although it was much better when with a single blow, he managed to throw them to the ground, they remained bent, on the ground, for several minutes, with a face close to tears, but without crying. Sometimes yelling "my balls, son of a bitch" or insulting me in any other way. It made me feel great, far superior to them who were lying on the ground suffering. It was going home and nothing else I could do, jerk off over and over again remembering the scene.
But when they hit me, they always made me double over in pain (which I loved), but they never made me hit the ground. It was an experience that I needed to live.
I continued to enter Kramtoad every day and collaborate with the community. Writing bets with my friends as stories, and sharing video links that no one had shared yet. Of course, I also read other people's stories and watched all the videos they shared that I hadn't seen yet. Lots of straws. Many runs thanks to that website.
One day, looking at the part of the forms, I saw that someone claimed to be from my country. He was 1 year older than me. I was 16 and he was 17 years old. We both liked hitting the balls as much as receiving them. So I copied his email and sent him an email.
It was the time of MSN Messenger. Within 2 days, we were already chatting on MSN Messenger, sharing stories and lots of videos and talking. Talking a lot about what made us morbid. We both used our friends for our perversion. Without them knowing it. But neither of us had ever met anyone, in order to bust him or get our balls busted.
We lived far away, but my parents went to town a lot on weekends, so if he wanted to come, we could do something. And finally, we found a way for him to come. I was nervous because sexually he was a virgin and besides I wasn't looking for anything sexual. I was looking for ballbusting and nothing else. But talking to him for weeks, we agreed on it and I believed he would keep his word.
The day came to see us, I was nervous but eager. But he knew very well how to break the ice. As soon as I opened the door of the house for him, he directed his fist towards my balls and gave me a good punch. I doubled over as he laughed and lunged to punch him back, though he put up his hand and moved to avoid it as he laughed (clearly he was expected to punch back).
We talked for a while and reminisced about what we had agreed to do on Messenger.
We would play a roshambo, fully clothed. Whoever brought their knees to the ground, should take off their pants to continue playing. When we were already in our underwear, the next thing was to remove the underwear and be naked from the waist down. Once naked, the first to bring their knees to the ground would be the loser. The winner would tie him up any way he wanted and torture his balls for an hour, any way he wanted.
Who does not know the roshambo, it is very simple. It's playing rock, paper, scissors. The one who wins can kick or punch the loser in the balls, who must open his legs and cannot avoid the blow. Roshambo is usually played by kicking the balls. Although we did it with punches.
Several years have passed, I don't remember everything exactly, I do remember that in the first rock-paper-scissors game I lost, he gave me a good punch in my balls, but I just doubled over a little. In the second game, I lost again, but even though he tried hard to punch my balls hard, my knees never touched the ground. In the third game I won, I gained strength and punched his balls from below. I'll just say that he was the first to lose his pants, and it took us a couple of minutes to get back to playing. Now I played with an advantage, I kept my pants on and he was in his underwear, in some blue boxers I think I remember, in which you could see that his cock was already hard. I thought it would make me uncomfortable but no. Although he seemed to feel a bit uncomfortable, since he was covering his cock with his hands, until I told him to continue playing. Rock, paper or scissors. He beat me again. This time he kicked me in the balls causing me to double over and need a couple of minutes to straighten up again. But my knees hadn't touched the ground yet. I was still in my pants and I beat him again. Although I wanted to kick him back, he seemed to have more sensitive balls than I did and I liked punching much better, plus being in my underwear I could perfectly direct my fist at his balls. So I did and it was a very good success. He went straight to the ground and stayed there for 5 minutes. I started to laugh and tell him that it was his turn to stay naked, while he saw how his face began to turn a little red. But he did not put any impediment. As soon as he got up he took off his underwear and I could see him completely naked (well, I lie, I remember that he still had his white socks on). We played again and I was very lucky to win again. I remember looking at his face and seeing how he closed his eyes expecting me to hit him. I will not deny that I had no mercy. I had never kicked someone completely naked in the balls before, so standing right in front of him and without much force, I slammed my bare foot (albeit with socks on) into his balls. He did not resist it and fell to the ground immediately, while I laughed at him. Although he was beginning to make me a little nervous about what I would have to do now. She would have the right to torture his balls for a full hour. He had seen many videos on the internet and knew what things he could do to her. But I liked the idea so much that he was nervous.
I was also somewhat disappointed. I had stayed with him in the hope that he would destroy my balls, that with a punch or a kick, I would try the experience of ending up lying on the ground. And it hadn't happened (although it did happen a little later).
When he recovered and got up, he tried to convince me that instead of 1 hour the torture should only last half an hour, but although he insisted a lot, I did not accept. I wanted to take advantage of the prize he had won. At that time, I was not aware of how sadistic I was, right now, writing this, I realize that already at that time, my level of sadism was quite high.
I didn't have all the materials and toys I have now, but I did have some plastic strings, the kind my father used to tie tomato plants. I took a piece of that rope and tied his hands behind his back, so that he couldn't protect himself. He complained a little, but his resistance to not being tied up was not very great either, rather, it seemed that he was wanting it.
First, I wanted to do it as a game. I told him to pick any card from the deck. I can't remember which card he picked. But the game consisted in that I would raise the cards one by one, until the card he had chosen came out.
The number on the card signified the number of hits on his balls he would give her before drawing the next card. And the suit (from the Spanish deck) was the kind of hit he would give it. One stick was punching, another was slapping, another was kicking, and finally, it was a blow with a large bottle of water that we had.
When we started the game, he was standing with his legs apart, as he hit him he closed the doors, until he ended up sitting on the floor. Saying he couldn't take it anymore And we just started!
I decided to take another piece of rope and had the intention of tying his hands to the door handle, although finally, in order to do so, I had to untie his hands just as he had them, to be able to raise his hands. Thus, he was sitting on the floor with his back against the door, so I thought it would be easier for him to withstand the blows. Although he was lucky, because 3 or 4 cards after tying him on the door handle, the card he had chosen came out.
Which made me very angry.
He seemed exhausted. He asked me to stop, which made me wonder what to do, but he ended up telling me that he could continue but he should make it easier, that he wasn't going to take it anymore if he kept hitting so hard.
I understood it, because in his face you could see that he was having a really bad time. But I wanted more.
Taking advantage of the fact that he was sitting on the ground, I took my foot and directed it towards his balls giving him a little kick that made him jump a little. I put my foot on top of his balls and started stepping on his balls as he watched his face. The gestures of pain that he put on were making me very horny, besides, he was completely naked, with his hands tied to the door handle, which I cannot deny made me want two things. Twisting his little nipples and putting his cock in her mouth to fuck her mouth mercilessly. I did not fuck her mouth, since we had agreed that no sex. But the truth is, I couldn't resist squeezing his nipples as he continued to stomp on his balls. He let out a little moan and bit his lip, but he didn't actually complain. Which made me hornier and made me keep squeezing her nipples. I was convinced that he was hurting her, but that the pain was causing her great pleasure. Besides, his cock didn't lie. It was hard as an iron bar. Even, I guess from the pressure on the balls, he had released a few drops of precum (at first I even wondered if he was cumming). I let go of his nipples and kept stepping on his balls for a few more seconds. I lifted my foot and stepped in front of him, who moved as little forward as he could and began to breathe harder as he begged me to please give him a few minutes.
I untied him and he lay on the ground for several minutes while I looked at him completely horny with an incredible desire to jerk off, but unable to do so.
After several minutes, he got up, I looked at the time, I saw that we had only been 15 minutes and he was barely able to take much more, so I told him that I finally accepted the half hour of torture, but that he would have to overcome a dare . He asked me what... And the truth is that I didn't tell him, I just told him to put his hands on his head, which he did without any complaint and I brought my hands to his balls and started squeezing each of his balls with one hand as I explained that she would have to say the entire alphabet, but backwards, starting with "Z" and that every time he made a mistake, she would have to start over or give up. But threatening him that if he surrendered, the torture would last for an hour. I just wanted him to do it. And he did it, although I don't really remember how many times, but he must have had to start over like 10 times, no exaggeration. I enjoyed it like crazy, I watched as his balls were flattening, and I watched his face as he tried to say the letters with a pain that showed that he couldn't take much more.
When we finished that "game" he took his hands to his balls and went back to the ground. Saying please, that he couldn't take it anymore.
I told him to calm down, that although he still had a few minutes left, he was already finished, which made him stay on the ground recovering for a few more minutes, but with a more calm face. When he was able, he got up, I remember how he checked his balls to see if he was okay, he dressed in all his clothes and sat on the couch while he explained to me the pain he still had in his stomach. That he believed that she liked him, but that he was much tougher than he imagined. We continued talking for a long time, after I apologized several times to him, in case I had gone too far and when he already had a better face and seemed a little more recovered. I told him that I had been left with the desire to try being the one who suffered something like that, that if he didn't feel like taking revenge.
He told me to please give him a few minutes to breathe and recover, that I had completely screwed him up. But what if I was really sure of allowing him to get revenge on me. I don't know if the word revenge would be the most appropriate. But without a doubt, I wanted him to do something to me, I also wanted to have a little hard time while he hit my balls.
We talked for a while, on the sofa. For more than half an hour. Until he finally told me that he was ready to take revenge on me, but logically he wanted the same conditions: that he undress me and be able to tie me up as he wanted. Although he also warned me that revenge is usually worse than what one takes revenge on (or something like that).
I was always very shy about getting naked in front of other people. I am the mythical person who, when in a swimming pool locker room, wraps a towel around his waist, to take off his swimsuit, dry off, and put on his underwear. And it's not because she thinks I have a small dick. In my opinion, it is neither small nor large (even though in recent years, I think that due to a couple of relatively long sessions with the chastity cage, something has shrunk). It's just that I'm embarrassed. Something that doesn't happen to me if I have to do it to take some photos or when I'm in front of someone I trust.
But this time, I was a little embarrassed about having to undress. Even the boy, he got impatient and even told me that he was waiting.
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