Brad lay crumpled on the floor, naked and panting, hands clutched gently around his long-suffering balls. Maddie had already smashed her pretty feet into his balls for thirty devastating minutes. The Asian beauty had no mercy; each kick felt like a rocket blasting into his most tender region. She expressed no sympathy for his pain and laughed every time she kicked him, while he hung on miserably.
Her ballbusting rules were simple. He couldn't fall over, scream out, or flinch. He had just taken four kicks in a row like a good boy, but his testicles were pulsing like a heartbeat and he didn't think he could take any more.
'Last one!' she sang.
'N-no,' he gasped. 'Please ...'
'Um, that's not what I want to hear,' Maddie said, twisting her gorgeous black hair around one finger and rolling her lovely doe eyes. 'You should take it like a man.'
'I c-can't --'
'Besides, if you give up now, you can't have your orgasm today.'
The thought of going through all of this just to give up his pleasure was too much. Clamouring to his feet, he scrambled into position.
'Hold onto the bed frame,' Maddie ordered. 'Bum up. Legs apart. Offer up your balls for me.'
'Y-yes, princess.'
He held on tightly, bracing himself. He didn't know which was worse; dealing with the pain or waiting for it to come ...
'Unclench,' Maddie commanded. 'Just relax, it won't hurt.' She giggled to herself. 'Or maybe it will hurt for you. It won't for me!'
Panting, Brad forced his butt to unclench so she had easier access to hurt his balls.
'Who owns your balls?' she said, tapping her toes on his leg and making him whimper. Brad gulped, his heart pounding.
'Y-you do, princess.'
'Good!'
Maddie smashed her foot into his balls from behind. Brad's hips bucked forward as a searing pain erupted from his groin. Clutching the bed-frame tightly, he stopped himself from hitting his head forward just in time. All his muscles were shivering from exhaustion and his hands were quavering as they clutched onto the end of the bed.
'Oooh!' Maddie cried, clapping her hands. 'You made it, foot boy! See? You've finally learned to follow instructions.'
A wave of relief washed over Brad. He had finally done it. He had played Maddie's sadistic game and somehow survived.
She sat down on the bed in front of him, crossed her bare legs, and stuck one foot just under his nose. The feminine scent of her foot sweat was brought out by two hours of dance practice mixed with thirty minutes of ballbusting.
'Do you want to kiss them?' Maddie teased, scrunching her toes back and forth under his spellbound eyes.
'Th-thank you, princess,' Brad gasped, and pressed his head forward.
'STOP!' Maddie shouted commandingly. 'I didn't say you could do it. I just asked if you wanted to. You're lucky you didn't make contact. Otherwise that would've made me very unhappy and I might have kicked your balls again. You don't want that, do you?'
Brad shook his head hastily, horrified.
'That's why you need to learn to listen.' She tugged on his ear several times, forcing him to nod his head.
