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Stan drummed his fingers on his knees, bored. He had been sitting in Dr. Vesen’s office for what seemed hours, despite the fact that she was supposed to have been here some time ago.
He had been fantasizing about Dr. Vesen since first sitting down for one of her lectures. Her hands, so flawlessly manicured at all times, would have been incredible for ballbusting, and it was all he could do during her lectures to sit near the back, one hand squeezing his balls, with the other pretending to write down notes.
The door then opened and slammed loudly as Dr. Vesen strode in, glancing down at Stan with a sneer. Stan looked down himself and realized he was ballbusting himself as he thought of her.
“Touching yourself in my office? I could have you ejected from the college for that, Stan,” Dr. Vesen said as her eyes narrowed. “But I have something else in mind.”
“Dr. Vesen, for my paper I-”
“No talking from you, Stan, not now. Am I going to have to fail you, or are you going to take off your pants? Yes? Good, now walk to the window with your back to me.”
Outside, Stan could see other students walking around campus as he trembled, unsure of what was coming next, praying she saw him ballbusting and would want to help.
“You’re lucky I like you,” Dr. Vesen said as those manicured hands of hers slid between his legs and wrapped her long fingers around his dangling sack. “Otherwise this ballbusting would go a lot worse for you than it will already.”
Dr. Vesen squeezed, forcing his balls so hard against his sack that he started to shake with his urge. As she slowly pulled his busted balls back and away from the wall, his erect dick struck the wall with a loud thud. Stan didn’t know if the students outside could see him, but he didn’t care - clearly, Dr. Vesen wanted to ballbust him, and no spectator could ruin that.
Dr. Vesen then reached down with her other hand and began twisting his balls, twisting them up and coiling them like a rope, pushing his testicles to the outside of her hands. She then opened the palm of her free hand and pushed down on his balls, forcing them into the twisted mass of his sack.
“Dr. Vesen, ..”
“I told you,” Dr. Vesen said quietly with her soft voice, “to be quiet.” She then reached around and grabbed the shaft of his cock and forced it to point down to the floor before releasing it, letting it hit the wall. “You like ballbusting a little .. too much.”
Dr. Vesen grabbed the head of his dick and squeezed, and as the cum began to spew out of his dick, she pulled and twisted on his balls harder than ever and put her finger directly - and with a great deal of force - directly over the hole in his dick.
Just when Stan thought the ballbusting was literally going to make his dick explode from the pressure of his cum, she moved the finger on his dick and yanked once more on his balls, and he exploded all over her office wall.
Dr. Vesen turned around and began walking out of her office. “About your paper, Stan .. if you come back to my office at this time each week, we’ll just pretend you got an A on it.” She then opened her office door and left, leaving Stan to collapse onto the floor.
Bob had been busy working his dick and busting his balls in the bathroom for a good five minutes before he heard the door open. Abashed, he quickly let his dick fall and balls drop as he pretended to piss.
“Hello, Bob,” the voice of a female said. Jill, the secretary.
“Jill, uh, what -”
“Oh, Bob, I could hear you ballbusting from my desk and I couldn’t help myself, I just had to ..”
Jill walked over to Bob and spun him around and crouched in front of his dick, her voice a hushed whisper.
“I just had to ballbust you myself,” Jill said as she leaned forward and pulled each of his balls into her mouth, her lips forming a tight ring around them.
Bob, his dick now so hard he couldn’t speak, leaned back against the urinal, uncaring if he got piss all over his overalls.
Jill was ballbusting him with her mouth, and was pulling them back from his body with more force than he thought her tiny, petite frame capable of. She was moaning loudly as she began to bite down on one of his balls.
Bob moved each of his hands to the sides of her head, and pushed her away - not for her to stop, but so that she’d ballbust him even harder - which she did, biting down more forcefully and pulling her head back, practically pulling his balls off of his body.
Jill then raised her own hands, placing the fingers of her right hand lightly on the top of his dick, far from the head. She then slowly traced a line from the shaft all the way to the tip of the head. When she got near the tip, her ballbusting had pushed him so hard that pre-cum was already seeping out of his dick, leaking onto Jill’s face.
She noticed and giggled, opening her mouth wider and inhaling his balls deep into her throat. Then, she collected some of his precum with her fingertip and rubbed it onto her other fingers before wrapping them around Bob’s shaft, just below the head.
Bob could barely contain himself - he had been squeezing, tugging, pinching and punching his own balls for years, but ballbusting himself had never been anything like this before. Jill, as she made choking sounds on his balls, was ballbusting him in a way he didn’t think possible.
Jill’s hand, wrapped around Bob’s rock-hard dick, squeezed as she slid her hand to his dick’s head, which was pulsating and at the verge of orgasm. Seeing this, Jill slid back, pulling his balls out of her mouth and grabbing them with her free hand.
“I’m going to ballbust you so badly,” she said, her grip on his balls tightening, “that you’ll never be able to get yourself off without me again.” Jill then yanked his balls with incredible force down, and he came harder than he ever had in his life - which Jill devoured hungrily, lapping up the cum like a dehydrated dog.
Jill, moaning and smiling, stood, washed her hands, and winked at him as she left.
“See you at the office, Bob,” she said as she left the bathroom.
Some men run to get in shape. Some men run because they fear heart disease. Jon ran because it was the only time when he could stop thinking about ballbusting.
But not today - no matter how hard or how fast he ran, all he could think about was getting his balls punched until they were blue. His wife, unfortunately, did not and could not know about his desire for ballbusting - she thought any type of sex that wasn’t missionary and for children was a terrible sin. So, frustrated and pent up and lusting for a good ballbusting, Jon ran.
As he ran past an alley about a dozen blocks from his house, the hand of a woman reached out and grabbed him by the neck, dragging him into the alley. Jim tried to struggle or to cry out, but her grip was iron-strong and wouldn’t let go.
The woman, her hands now binding his behind his back, dragged him to the side of a dumpster and threw him against it before reaching into her pocket, pulling out a zip tie, and binding his hands behind his back.
“What the fuck are-” Jon tried to say before she cuffed him in the side of the head. She then pulled a ball gag out of her jacket, affixed it to Jon’s head, and pushed him to the ground before pulling his pants to his ankles.
What was happening had been something Jon had been fantasizing about for years, but he was now suddenly terrified - but his dick was so hard with the prospect of ballbusting like this that he couldn’t help but be excited. For the first time, Jon noticed that the woman was wearing a mask over her face.
She then reached down and grabbed his rock-hard dick, pushing it violently out of the way, and then grabbing his balls, she yanked them up, pulled them out and away from his body, and then began binding them with zip ties.
By the time she was finished, his ball sack stretched out further than he thought possible, and more thinly than possible - she must have fixed twenty zip ties along his ballsack, making it longer than his dick, which was pulsating with ecstasy.
Jon’s captor then crouched down before him and put the index finger and thumb of each of her hands on one of Jon’s balls - this is it, Jon thought, I’m finally going to get ballbusted by a woman.
The woman then squeezed each of Jon’s balls at once, lightly, which caused precum to seep out from Jon’s dick and onto his balls and her hands. She squeezed again, slightly harder, and then began squeezing his balls one at a time, each squeeze harder than the last.
She then leaned down, lifted the mask from her head slightly, and pulled the entire length of his cock into her mouth as she squeezed both balls as hard as she could. Jon erupted into her mouth, shooting his cum deep into her throat, which she accepted in total silence.
After he had finished coming, the woman stood up and walked towards the alleyway entrance before taking off her mask. Before leaving his field of view, he heard her say, “Dinner is at seven, honey. Don’t be late.”
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