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“Chris,” Layla said, “I really want to kick your balls.”
Layla was a dancer which meant she not only had long, tapered beautifully shaped legs, but that she knew how to move them gracefully. From talking with her, I knew she’d taken ballet lessons as a teenager and then gotten interested in Taekwando. Layla’s brown hair was tied back in a sophisticated bun. She was wearing a short black satin half slip, and a demi-cup black bra which just revealed the circles of her areolas. It was a provocative, sexy version of an outfit I’d seen Janet Leigh wear in Alfred Hitchcoc’s movie “Psycho,” and Layla knew it turned me on.
I was stunned. I’d never been confronted with a proposition like that.
“Of course, Layla. I ……..” and then I hesitated.
“Well,” Layla persisted.
“Of course you can kick my balls. I really want you to kick my balls.”
“I was hoping you’d say yes. I really want to kick your balls, too. I promise we’ll have fun together.”
“Andrée,” Layla said, “Take Chris into the ballroom.” She emphasized the ball in “ballroom. “And get his balls and his cock ready for a good kicking.”
Andrée was a tall blonde wearing a very provocative lavender bra and pantie set. When she walked, I could see her breasts swaying slightly. She took me into a space called the ballroom because it had mirrors on all four walls and a large chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Of course, lots of ballbusting went on in there, too.
“Strip naked and hang your clothes over there,” she ordered.
When I had complied, she walked towards with two sets of leather cuffs. “Layla wants you to wear these cuffs in case we want to tie you up.”
I looked at her with an unspoken question.
“Thanks right. If you’re kicked so hard you can’t stand up on your own anymore, then we’ll tie you up and continue the ballbusting.”
I was somewhat worried. If you look at the videos on bdsm websites, and you see violent, clumsy, savage assaults. These providers think they’re kicking soccer balls, not a man’s balls. Watch how many times they kick and miss the man’s balls, and hit his upper thighs, getting them all red. I was hoping Layla's ballet and martial arts training meant she had more discipline and accuracy. I honestly wanted her to kick my balls. I just didn't want her to destroy them.
Andrée knelt down and tightened the cuffs around my angles. I must confess that I always find it very exciting when I’m naked, and a sexy woman kneels in front of me to tie my legs. While she was still kneeling, Andrée looked up at me. Her face was just a few inches away from my cock. I’m sure she posed like that on purpose.
Andrée got back on her feet and looked at me. “Put your hands on my shoulders so I can fasten the wrist cuffs,”
When she was finished, she said, “Keep your hands on my shoulders.”
Then she began caressing my chest.
“We’re going to have lots of fun kicking your balls, Chris. I always love watching a man enduring a long, slow ballbusting session. I know Layla’s really going to have a lot of fun with you.”
Of course, with Andrée running her red-lacquered fingernails over my nipples, my cock started getting hard.
Then Andrée placed a tight silicone cock ring around my balls. “This will keep your balls nice and tight for Layla’s kicks.”
When Layla came in, she immediately sat down on a chair and ordered me to kneel in front of her.
“Chris, I am going to allow you to kiss my legs below the knee. Dont you dare touch me with your hands. And you are only permitted to kiss me three times on each leg. Then I going to offer you each of my feet and I want you to lick and suck each of my beautiful toes. Maybe you’ll need to support yourself on your hands while you suck.”
I complied with Layla’s request. It was heaven to kiss her beautiful legs. And I carefully sucked each of her toes, slowly rolling my tongue around her big toe, sucking it thorougly, before moving on to the next toe until I had serviced each foot.
“Oh, Chris. That was very nicely done,” Layla said. “Stand up now.”
I stood naked in front of Layla. While I stared at her, she removed her half slip, and handed it to Andrée. Now she was wearing a simple black thong that accentuated her long bare legs.
“Raise your hands above your head,” Chris, “and then lower them behind your head like you’re a Vargas pin-up girl posing for a picture.”
“Aren’t his balls and cock perfect?” Layla asked Andrée. “So nicely groomed and so nicely shaped. I’m sure a female doctor circumcised you when you were a baby. And you always groom yourself, especially your cock and balls, so carefully. It’s as if you were just begging for a ball-busting. I can see just where I want to kick.”
“Shall I take pictures?” asked Andrée.
“Yes. I’m sure Chris will want pictures of his ballbusting.”
“And, Andrée, set the timer for one hour. We don’t want to wear Chris out too much. You remember my philosophy, Chris. I’ll kick you hard enough to give you lots of pain, but with very little lasting damage.”
Layla enjoyed watching me nervously waiting for her first kick. She was like a cat playing with a mouse. She faked with her right foot, and then launched a careful, almost gentle kick at my balls with her left foot. Her black high-heel landed with a soft slap on my ball sack and sent a spasm of sharp, hot pain up into my spine.
She kicked my balls again, and I grunted with the impact.
“Oh Chris, I love the feel of your smashed balls on my foot.”
It was like I was dancing with Layla, and she got to make all the moves.
Each time her foot slapped into my balls, a shock of pain jolted up my abdomen, followed by a small surge of pleasure.
“Face me, Chris. Don’t try to hide your balls from me,” Layla warned.
Layla was very beautiful, but I was very scared.
She aimed another perfect shot with her black high-heels, and blasted my tightened ball sack with the front of her foot. There was a sudden “splat” when her foot hit my balls. Then my groan.
Then she kicked me again with her other foot, and used the pointed toe of her black high-heels to dig into the shaft of my cock.
I groaned with each kick.
Andrée paced around me, taking pictures as Layla’s kicks landed directly on my balls. Sometimes I was able to keep my balance. Other times, when I slumped to the floor, Andrée quickly swooped in and forced me to my feet again.
Gradually, Layla’s kicks grew harder until she landed a powerful shot that dropped me to my knees. I was in a great deal of pain.
Andrée tried to raise me to my feet, but I was unable to stand.
“We’ll have to attach Chris to the crossbar,” Layla said “Let’ s both lift him up.”
They bound my hands to the ends of a three feet wide crossbar and raised the bar until my arms were extended over my head. Then they fastened my ankles to the end of another three foot wide crossbar. I was naked and spread-eagled between them.
Layla paced in front of me. Then she began kicking my cock and balls again. This time it wasn’t a dance. It was an assault. She didn’t bother to alternate feet. She just kept kicking my balls with her right foot--her best foot.
Soon, my balls were a livid red and my cock was bruised with the countless times Layla’s shoe had slammed into it. I hung there exhausted.
“Just ten more kicks, Chris,” Layla said. Then I’ll be done with you. And I wanted you to beg for each one.”
“Please kick my balls, Mistress Layla,” I begged.
“As you wish.”
“One, thank you,” I gasped as she slammed her foot into my balls.
“Please kick my balls again, Mistress Layla.”
“Is that the best you can do?” demanded Layla. “Put a little feeling into your request.”
“Please kick my balls harder, Mistress Layla.”
“That’s better,” Layla said, and then she jammed her toes into my balls.
“Two,” I grunted. “Please hurt me, Mistress Layla. Kick my balls as hard as you want to.”
“Very nice, Chris,” Layla said, and she launched another blast at my balls.
“Three,” I gasped. “Please break my balls with your beautiful high heels.”
Layla stabbed at my balls with her left foot.
“Four,” I managed to groan. If I hadn’t been fastened to the hoist above my head, I’d have slumped to the floor.”
“Please kick me hard and fast, Mistress Layla. I can’t take any more.”
“You’ll take as many kicks as I wish to give you,” Layla said with a fierce smile. And she initiated a salvo of quick, devastating kicks that brought the total up to ten, and probably past that number.
“Ugh, Ugggh. Ugggggggh. Ugggggggggh.” I could barely breathe as Layla’s feet kept bashing my balls.
Finally, Layla was satisfied.
“Andrée, please finish up with Chris,” Layla said. “I’ve enjoyed busting his balls. His busted balls are nice and red, even purple, now. And tomorrow, I’m his aching balls be totally black and blue. Or maybe just black from all the bruised capillaries in his balls. I want him to come back as soon as he heals up. Make sure he leaves here every happy.”
When Layla left the room, Andrée walked up to me and stood seductively close to me. Since my legs were spread, my head came right to the height of her bra. My arms were bound above my head, so I couldn’t touch her. But, even in my exhausted and beaten shape, I found her extremely desirable.
“I loved seeing Layla kick your balls like that,” Andrée said. “I’d love to kick your balls myself, but you heard Layla’s instructions. You’ve earned a happy ending.”
Andrée spread a white towel between my legs. Then she stood up and unfastened her stylish bra and carefully d****d it over the crossbar.
“Layla wants me to make sure your cock and balls still work after all that kicking,” she explained.
Then she leaned into me so I could kiss her breasts. When I began sucking her nipples, she made no protest.
“Enjoy yourself, Chris,” Andrée said. “Your balls paid a heavy price for the privilege of sucking my tits.”
I didn’t care how much Andrée insulted me, as long as I got to suck her tits. This was no time for an arguement. My cock and balls were bruised and very sore, probably damaged. I said nothing and just kept my mouth and tongue on her tits.
Andrée allowed me to continue sucking her nipples, and then she grabbed my wounded cock in her right hand and began slowly pumping it. Maybe Layla had busted my balls pretty badly, but I was happy to see still capable of getting an erection.
“I hope you like your damaged cock being jerked off while you suck my tits, Chris.”
Andrée kept pumping my cock. She only stopped for a moment to add some lube to my cock. Then she began squeezing and pumping my cock again.
Andrée was good at this. The blood plusing through my body exactly synchronized with timing of her skillful manipulation of my cock.
“Now, I want you to show me your bruised cock still works,” Andrée said as she kept up her rhythmic pumping of my cock.
“Show me you can cum.”
She softly caressed my busted balls.
“Show me you can cum.”
My breathing grew quicker. Andrée pumped harder.
“Show me you can cum.”
I felt ready to explode. Andrée aimed my throbbing cock towards the towel on the floor and my hot semen oozed out in sharp stabs of pain and delight. Andrée kept pumping and squeezing my cock until I was shivering with ecstasy and pain.
Andrée pulled her hand away from my still semi-erect cock. “Next time you come, I’m going to ask permission to kick your balls myself,” she said.
Layla was a dancer which meant she not only had long, tapered beautifully shaped legs, but that she knew how to move them gracefully. From talking with her, I knew she’d taken ballet lessons as a teenager and then gotten interested in Taekwando. Layla’s brown hair was tied back in a sophisticated bun. She was wearing a short black satin half slip, and a demi-cup black bra which just revealed the circles of her areolas. It was a provocative, sexy version of an outfit I’d seen Janet Leigh wear in Alfred Hitchcoc’s movie “Psycho,” and Layla knew it turned me on.
I was stunned. I’d never been confronted with a proposition like that.
“Of course, Layla. I ……..” and then I hesitated.
“Well,” Layla persisted.
“Of course you can kick my balls. I really want you to kick my balls.”
“I was hoping you’d say yes. I really want to kick your balls, too. I promise we’ll have fun together.”
“Andrée,” Layla said, “Take Chris into the ballroom.” She emphasized the ball in “ballroom. “And get his balls and his cock ready for a good kicking.”
Andrée was a tall blonde wearing a very provocative lavender bra and pantie set. When she walked, I could see her breasts swaying slightly. She took me into a space called the ballroom because it had mirrors on all four walls and a large chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Of course, lots of ballbusting went on in there, too.
“Strip naked and hang your clothes over there,” she ordered.
When I had complied, she walked towards with two sets of leather cuffs. “Layla wants you to wear these cuffs in case we want to tie you up.”
I looked at her with an unspoken question.
“Thanks right. If you’re kicked so hard you can’t stand up on your own anymore, then we’ll tie you up and continue the ballbusting.”
I was somewhat worried. If you look at the videos on bdsm websites, and you see violent, clumsy, savage assaults. These providers think they’re kicking soccer balls, not a man’s balls. Watch how many times they kick and miss the man’s balls, and hit his upper thighs, getting them all red. I was hoping Layla's ballet and martial arts training meant she had more discipline and accuracy. I honestly wanted her to kick my balls. I just didn't want her to destroy them.
Andrée knelt down and tightened the cuffs around my angles. I must confess that I always find it very exciting when I’m naked, and a sexy woman kneels in front of me to tie my legs. While she was still kneeling, Andrée looked up at me. Her face was just a few inches away from my cock. I’m sure she posed like that on purpose.
Andrée got back on her feet and looked at me. “Put your hands on my shoulders so I can fasten the wrist cuffs,”
When she was finished, she said, “Keep your hands on my shoulders.”
Then she began caressing my chest.
“We’re going to have lots of fun kicking your balls, Chris. I always love watching a man enduring a long, slow ballbusting session. I know Layla’s really going to have a lot of fun with you.”
Of course, with Andrée running her red-lacquered fingernails over my nipples, my cock started getting hard.
Then Andrée placed a tight silicone cock ring around my balls. “This will keep your balls nice and tight for Layla’s kicks.”
When Layla came in, she immediately sat down on a chair and ordered me to kneel in front of her.
“Chris, I am going to allow you to kiss my legs below the knee. Dont you dare touch me with your hands. And you are only permitted to kiss me three times on each leg. Then I going to offer you each of my feet and I want you to lick and suck each of my beautiful toes. Maybe you’ll need to support yourself on your hands while you suck.”
I complied with Layla’s request. It was heaven to kiss her beautiful legs. And I carefully sucked each of her toes, slowly rolling my tongue around her big toe, sucking it thorougly, before moving on to the next toe until I had serviced each foot.
“Oh, Chris. That was very nicely done,” Layla said. “Stand up now.”
I stood naked in front of Layla. While I stared at her, she removed her half slip, and handed it to Andrée. Now she was wearing a simple black thong that accentuated her long bare legs.
“Raise your hands above your head,” Chris, “and then lower them behind your head like you’re a Vargas pin-up girl posing for a picture.”
“Aren’t his balls and cock perfect?” Layla asked Andrée. “So nicely groomed and so nicely shaped. I’m sure a female doctor circumcised you when you were a baby. And you always groom yourself, especially your cock and balls, so carefully. It’s as if you were just begging for a ball-busting. I can see just where I want to kick.”
“Shall I take pictures?” asked Andrée.
“Yes. I’m sure Chris will want pictures of his ballbusting.”
“And, Andrée, set the timer for one hour. We don’t want to wear Chris out too much. You remember my philosophy, Chris. I’ll kick you hard enough to give you lots of pain, but with very little lasting damage.”
Layla enjoyed watching me nervously waiting for her first kick. She was like a cat playing with a mouse. She faked with her right foot, and then launched a careful, almost gentle kick at my balls with her left foot. Her black high-heel landed with a soft slap on my ball sack and sent a spasm of sharp, hot pain up into my spine.
She kicked my balls again, and I grunted with the impact.
“Oh Chris, I love the feel of your smashed balls on my foot.”
It was like I was dancing with Layla, and she got to make all the moves.
Each time her foot slapped into my balls, a shock of pain jolted up my abdomen, followed by a small surge of pleasure.
“Face me, Chris. Don’t try to hide your balls from me,” Layla warned.
Layla was very beautiful, but I was very scared.
She aimed another perfect shot with her black high-heels, and blasted my tightened ball sack with the front of her foot. There was a sudden “splat” when her foot hit my balls. Then my groan.
Then she kicked me again with her other foot, and used the pointed toe of her black high-heels to dig into the shaft of my cock.
I groaned with each kick.
Andrée paced around me, taking pictures as Layla’s kicks landed directly on my balls. Sometimes I was able to keep my balance. Other times, when I slumped to the floor, Andrée quickly swooped in and forced me to my feet again.
Gradually, Layla’s kicks grew harder until she landed a powerful shot that dropped me to my knees. I was in a great deal of pain.
Andrée tried to raise me to my feet, but I was unable to stand.
“We’ll have to attach Chris to the crossbar,” Layla said “Let’ s both lift him up.”
They bound my hands to the ends of a three feet wide crossbar and raised the bar until my arms were extended over my head. Then they fastened my ankles to the end of another three foot wide crossbar. I was naked and spread-eagled between them.
Layla paced in front of me. Then she began kicking my cock and balls again. This time it wasn’t a dance. It was an assault. She didn’t bother to alternate feet. She just kept kicking my balls with her right foot--her best foot.
Soon, my balls were a livid red and my cock was bruised with the countless times Layla’s shoe had slammed into it. I hung there exhausted.
“Just ten more kicks, Chris,” Layla said. Then I’ll be done with you. And I wanted you to beg for each one.”
“Please kick my balls, Mistress Layla,” I begged.
“As you wish.”
“One, thank you,” I gasped as she slammed her foot into my balls.
“Please kick my balls again, Mistress Layla.”
“Is that the best you can do?” demanded Layla. “Put a little feeling into your request.”
“Please kick my balls harder, Mistress Layla.”
“That’s better,” Layla said, and then she jammed her toes into my balls.
“Two,” I grunted. “Please hurt me, Mistress Layla. Kick my balls as hard as you want to.”
“Very nice, Chris,” Layla said, and she launched another blast at my balls.
“Three,” I gasped. “Please break my balls with your beautiful high heels.”
Layla stabbed at my balls with her left foot.
“Four,” I managed to groan. If I hadn’t been fastened to the hoist above my head, I’d have slumped to the floor.”
“Please kick me hard and fast, Mistress Layla. I can’t take any more.”
“You’ll take as many kicks as I wish to give you,” Layla said with a fierce smile. And she initiated a salvo of quick, devastating kicks that brought the total up to ten, and probably past that number.
“Ugh, Ugggh. Ugggggggh. Ugggggggggh.” I could barely breathe as Layla’s feet kept bashing my balls.
Finally, Layla was satisfied.
“Andrée, please finish up with Chris,” Layla said. “I’ve enjoyed busting his balls. His busted balls are nice and red, even purple, now. And tomorrow, I’m his aching balls be totally black and blue. Or maybe just black from all the bruised capillaries in his balls. I want him to come back as soon as he heals up. Make sure he leaves here every happy.”
When Layla left the room, Andrée walked up to me and stood seductively close to me. Since my legs were spread, my head came right to the height of her bra. My arms were bound above my head, so I couldn’t touch her. But, even in my exhausted and beaten shape, I found her extremely desirable.
“I loved seeing Layla kick your balls like that,” Andrée said. “I’d love to kick your balls myself, but you heard Layla’s instructions. You’ve earned a happy ending.”
Andrée spread a white towel between my legs. Then she stood up and unfastened her stylish bra and carefully d****d it over the crossbar.
“Layla wants me to make sure your cock and balls still work after all that kicking,” she explained.
Then she leaned into me so I could kiss her breasts. When I began sucking her nipples, she made no protest.
“Enjoy yourself, Chris,” Andrée said. “Your balls paid a heavy price for the privilege of sucking my tits.”
I didn’t care how much Andrée insulted me, as long as I got to suck her tits. This was no time for an arguement. My cock and balls were bruised and very sore, probably damaged. I said nothing and just kept my mouth and tongue on her tits.
Andrée allowed me to continue sucking her nipples, and then she grabbed my wounded cock in her right hand and began slowly pumping it. Maybe Layla had busted my balls pretty badly, but I was happy to see still capable of getting an erection.
“I hope you like your damaged cock being jerked off while you suck my tits, Chris.”
Andrée kept pumping my cock. She only stopped for a moment to add some lube to my cock. Then she began squeezing and pumping my cock again.
Andrée was good at this. The blood plusing through my body exactly synchronized with timing of her skillful manipulation of my cock.
“Now, I want you to show me your bruised cock still works,” Andrée said as she kept up her rhythmic pumping of my cock.
“Show me you can cum.”
She softly caressed my busted balls.
“Show me you can cum.”
My breathing grew quicker. Andrée pumped harder.
“Show me you can cum.”
I felt ready to explode. Andrée aimed my throbbing cock towards the towel on the floor and my hot semen oozed out in sharp stabs of pain and delight. Andrée kept pumping and squeezing my cock until I was shivering with ecstasy and pain.
Andrée pulled her hand away from my still semi-erect cock. “Next time you come, I’m going to ask permission to kick your balls myself,” she said.
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