The next morning at chastity inspection, Becca saw his bruised cock and had a sympathetic look on her face. "Are you okay?" She asked him. "I'm okay, Miss Becca" he replied with a blank look. She applied some soothing lotion to his cock at which he started to get hard. She smiled as she began jerking him, next thing he knew he was about to cum. "Oh fuck!" She said as she let go last minute.
He breathed deep with frustration written all over his face. She giggled and fought to get his cage back on. "Hang in there!" She said as she went about her duties.
Later that day it was time for their next class. BALLBUSTING. Brandon was tired and ready for the weekend, but was always into Ballbusting though he was scared as to how hard it might end up being.
When he first saw Alyssa that day his heart skipped a beat. Today she was also wearing purple lipstick (his favorite color which she knew) and she never wore lipstick.
She looked extra hot, hips swaying as she approached him. "Hey" she said casually. "Hey, Miss Alyssa" he replied with a faint smile. She smiled and attached her leash to his collar. She led him from the feeding room to their next class room.
The room looked like a dungeon, with a low ceiling that has a bunch of pairs of handcuffs hanging from the ceiling. The girls assumed they knew what to do and cuffed the males hands which held them in a standing position.
On the ground next to each male there was a long bar with ankle cuffs on both ends. Spreader bars is what they were. The girls attached them to the males and awaited today's instructor.
Finally the door opened and like usual clicking heels filled the room. Brandon looked up and was shocked once again. It was none other than his old teacher, Miss Boswell... She wore an outfit he remembered very well and she looked like the slutty teacher she always was. Only now she would be teaching something else.
"I am Mistress Boswell and today we are going to bust some balls!" She said right out of the gate. She studied them all while giving the girls nods of approval on appearances.
She noticed Brandon and her face lit up. "Well what do we have here! It's an old pupil of mine, Brandon!" She walked over to him and pinched his cheek. "Small world!" She exclaimed as she reached lower and shook his cock cage. "I bet you'll pay better attention today" she said with danger in her voice.
"This is going to be awesome!" Kaylee said matter of factly. Pete looked defeated. "Try not to castrate this one" Alyssa said with extreme fear shooting into Pete's eyes as he heard her. "No promises." Kaylee replied. "I hope you're ready, loser" Alyssa told Brandon,, almost sounding like she had forgotten their moment last night.
"Okay ladies. Today we are going to learn kicking. You WILL learn punching, squeezing, twisting, kneeing and a whole lot of other ways to bust balls at a later time!" Said Mistress Boswell.
Brandon wondered how long she had been a ballbuster. She probably had to prove her skills in the interview for this job. Damn, this whole time fantasizing about her and she was a goddamn BALLBUSTER!
The girls lined up in front of their helpless males. Brandon gulped as he noticed Alyssa wore the same Doc Martins. "The chastity cages will stay on at first." Mistress Boswell instructed.
They started out with light kicks. It didn't feel too bad, Brandon thought. They looked into each other's eyes and Alyssa cracked a small smile while she kicked his trapped balls. The pain began to creep in and his reactions grew more animated.
Kaylee, however, was not taking it as easy. She was barefoot and kicking Pete almost full force. He was already screaming and shaking. Mistress Boswell asked her to ease up as she didn't want Pete to lose his balls. Yet, she added. Kaylee reluctantly complied and toned down her kicks. Pete still didn't look great but wasn't screaming as loudly.
"Alright, it's time to remove the cages!" Mistress Boswell announced. Alyssa leaned forward and unlocked his cock cage with her key still hanging around her neck. She then slid the cage off of his cock. Mistress Boswell told them to leave the scrotum rings on, however, so the balls could not escape.
It was time for slower and steadier kicks. Alyssa's first big kick landed. THUMP! Brandon grunted and his body jerked a bit. She smiled slightly. THUMP! He grunted louder. THUMP! The third one was stronger. He could feel her cold boot pressing against his balls as they smashed them into his pelvis. THUMP THUMP THUMP! Her kicks picked up the pace. Her face said she was enjoying this greatly.
Brandon began to get light headed and the pain moved from his balls up into his lower stomach. He wasn't sure if he'd make it too much longer at this pace. Alyssa did not let up or show mercy. She had a look of determination on her face and she grunted with strength every time she kicked. THUMP! It was like she wanted to do damage, Brandon thought.
She was so sexy and so mean at this moment. THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP! The kicks kept coming. He could vaguely hear the grunts and cries of the other males, Pete most of all. He heard a "Keep up the great work girls!" From Mistress Boswell.
He looked into Alyssa's eyes as she finally brought hers from his balls to his eyes. She smiled evilly as she gave him the hardest kick yet without breaking eye contact.
Brandon's body shook violently as his binds held him in place. Alyssa felt herself getting wet watching him squirm. As she watched him she got distracted by the sound of Pete throwing up and Kaylee yelling "Oh shit!" She looked over to see Mistress Boswell approaching Pete and examine his balls.
"They are swollen pretty bad but not ruptured. You may continue!" She said coldly. "Oh fuck yeah" Kaylee said as she eyed her terrified prey. Alyssa wanted to watch her destroy Pete but she couldn't let Kaylee have all of the fun. She went back to kicking Brandon's ball relentlessly. THUMP THUMP! Brandon began to cry.
Kaylee took it as a challenge when Mistress Boswell said they weren't ruptured. She kicked Pete's poor dangling balls as hard as she possibiy could. CRUNCH! She felt one pop as a full body orgasm washed over her.
Pete passed out immediately and hung limp from the ceiling. Everyone stopped to look, with Mistress Boswell again examining his balls.
"Oh yeah, you got one, girlie!" Mistress Boswell said with excitement in her voice. "We aren't trying to castrate all of the boys but every session needs the destruction of at least ONE ball!" She said while laughing. Kaylee looked on with satisfaction, still rubbing her moist pussy.