Chapter 2 – Valentine’s Day Ball Busting

Author: Mike Rowedyck, pseudonym, copyright 2010

Its’ been almost two weeks now. Two weeks since Krystal and Laura set me up to be kicked in the balls and humiliated. Two weeks of them watching the videos they took of my ball busting; two weeks of laughing at me. Two weeks in which they and the babes fucked Ricky, the big cocked teen stud, like mad rabbits in heat.

Two weeks for me to decide my next move.

Krystal and Laura – those two really owe me now. And not just for the ball bust. But for all the trouble that followed in the days immediately after.

See; the next day I went to the doctor – the same specialist I’d seen once before – the one in the

neighborhood of Laura’s bookstore - Doctor Andrea Baulier.

She specializes in fertility, as well as erectile dysfunction; and when I originally saw her it was about penis lengthening and stamina.

Unfortunately she’d been unable to help with getting mine any bigger or harder. And that’s too bad. Believe me when I tell you that this is one doctor who’s got the cure for what ails me. She’s sizzling hot; with a body straight out of the classiest porn mags’. A tall, curvaceous, buxom, redhead; if she’d have been able to give me a few extra inches I’d have been more than willing to show her my gratitude – with what would have been all four inches of me.

This time though I went to have my assaulted testicles checked. Doctor Baulier – Doctor Hot Ass, as I call her – poked, prodded, shoved some kind of fiber optic tube down my dick, and conducted a variety of other tests – before confirming the obvious – that my balls had been subjected to traumatic abuse. The good news though; was that although my sperm count was low, my balls would be able to recover. Laura had failed to ruin my nuts.

Doctor Hot Ass wanted to know what happened so I told her the entire story; from how Krystal used her big, jiggling tits to keep me distracted and tricked me into closing my eyes, placing my hands on my head, and spreading my legs, while teen stud Ricky positioned himself into nut kicking range behind me; to having my pants pulled down and my balls busted in front of and by a room full of hot babes, being laughed at and video recorded, thrown out onto the street naked, and having to slink around in the bushes to get back to my basement suite unseen. I told Doctor Hot Ass all about Ricky’s rippling muscles, good looks, and giant horse cock that he fucks his harem with practically every day.

She wanted to know if I had reported this to the police; I told her I hadn’t since I was too embarrassed. But she told me that since I was telling her of an assault – which is a crime – that she was legally obligated as a physician to report it or risk her license to practice medicine. She called it in, and that’s when the trouble really began.

I was told to remain in the waiting area of Doctor Hot Ass’s office; and about an hour later two cops showed up to speak first with her, then me. I recounted the story to them; they took notes. Naturally at this point it was simply Doctor Hot Ass’s confirmation that I had beaten balls – but not proof of what I claimed as the reason.

Over the next couple of days they looked into it. They questioned Laura and Krystal who denied everything; though those two did portray me as some pervert who kept coming into the bookstore to salivate over Krystal, making her feel uncomfortable, and concerned for her personal safety. They reviewed the surveillance camera of the store for the day it happened. There I was, in the recording, shown coming in, ogling Krystal for awhile, then leaving without making a purchase; no hot babes with cell phone cameras, no Ricky, and no ball busting. I insisted Laura had managed to alter the tape so they ran it through a computer at the police forensics lab; there was no sign of alteration. The cops reviewed cameras of nearby stores that monitored shop front entrances’ which often caught foot traffic on the sidewalk through the front door window; as well they reviewed cameras at major traffic intersections. I’d been so careful sneaking home that I avoided all those video cameras, so none caught me naked. However, several did capture me walking along the sidewalk both coming and going, in the clothing I wore that day. It was clear to me Laura had friends, and completely erased, or edited, all the video evidence.

The cops looked into finding Ricky; but no teen was registered at any of the schools – whether high school or post-secondary – in the entire city that matched the description I gave.

They questioned everyone who lived in houses along the route I said I used to sneak home to see if one person noticed anything or anyone unusual; especially a naked adult male. No one had seen a thing. But it did raise a lot of concern, and quickly spun out of control. It hit the news that some nude pervert was hiding in bushes; possibly stalking innocent children. And this “belief” became my landlords’ too; who had also been questioned, and asked about me as a tenant in general. They have two little girls; and although I never caused them any concern, and always paid the rent on time; my bizarre story and the complete lack of even one piece of evidence to support it raised doubts.

And it didn’t help that these three young women – all university students - called the police. They claimed they heard of the police’s investigation on the local news and wanted to report what they saw. According to them they were out walking together in my neighborhood a couple evenings back – the same evening on the day Dr. Baulier had contacted the police about me – and just happened to notice someone wearing only underwear shoving a garbage bag into a garbage can in a back alley. They were asked to show police where; and wouldn’t you know it – it was my back alley, and my garbage can. Then I was brought over to them to see if they could identify me, and all three said it was me. Cops looked in the garbage can; they found several garbage bags – one of which contained my clothes and shoes – the ones I told the police I had been wearing that day – the clothes taken off me by Krystal and Laura. And naturally the only finger prints on the clothes and garbage bag were mine; none of Krystal, Laura, or anyone else.

The police said there is nothing to back up my claim whatsoever; they think I am making it all up. Their theory is that I probably am part of some underground BDSM club and don’t want to admit it; and it was at some kinky party that my nuts were beaten. When Dr. Baulier asked me what happened I fabricated the story to through her off; not knowing she’d have to report it and that I’d be questioned by police; at which point I essentially forced my self to have to keep on claiming the story I’d concocted.

A complete frame job had been done me; now I look like the guilty one. The next morning after the cops announced their theory there was an envelope slipped under my door from my landlord. I thought maybe it was a note of support. It was an eviction notice; due to recent concerns and for everyone’s peace of mind it would be best if I moved somewhere else. I have until the end of the month.

That was a week and a half ago. Today is Valentine’s Day; and I am going to Laura’s “Lovers Day Book Sale” that she’s advertised in the local paper; special store hours 11am - 3pm today only; Sunday - a day the store is normally closed.

I’m entering the store now, it is 2:38pm; under a half hour left in the sale. Unlike my usual dress, I’ve gone all out. Haircut, well groomed, pressed suit, tie, shined shoes - looking more like the well-dressed customer that typically shops in this district, and in Laura’s bookstore. Laura and Krystal won’t recognize me I’m sure; not unless it’s right up close. There are at least 30 customers in the bookstore, a pretty good crowd for a Sunday afternoon. Busily buying discounted books on sale; younger women gush over the latest romance novels with that long haired blondish body builder on the cover in an open shirt, while men choose sci-fi or action packed shoot-em-up thrillers. Literally everything is marked down. There’s a few even I’d buy; except for the obvious reason why I’ll never spend another penny here again.

I spot Krystal working the till. She seems to have changed in the two weeks since I saw her last. There’s something different about the way she looks; more sultry; seductive. Ricky’s big cock has been good to her; and put her into a state of perpetual sexual bliss. And, as usual, she’s wearing a low cut top showing off her massive cleavage. Despite the fact she detests me; and what she did to me; I can’t help but get a hard on; wanting to bang her with my cock – and my still working nuts.

She’s too busy to notice me. I don’t see Laura anywhere; nor any of the hot babes from the ball bust; or Ricky. Most likely they’re somewhere fucking; giving Ricky his Valentine’s Day gift while Krystal runs the store. She’ll get her reward later.

A few more customers trickle in to get those last minute savings in the final moments of the sale; only about a dozen or so shoppers are still left. I’m moving towards the till to say something to Krystal; I’m going to let her know she and Laura failed in their attempt to sterilize me with their nut kicking, and that although they managed to cover their tracks with the cops, they owe me. And I will collect.

I’m at the till now; Krystal looks up and sees me. I expect to see a shocked look on her face; instead she grins evilly; and before I can speak a word there is a commotion at the back of the store. I turn along with everyone else. It is Laura, and she has six hot chicks with her; they’ve come out of the back room. I recognize all six of them; three partook in ball busting me. The other three weren’t there; but I recognize them anyways. The three university girls who supposedly spotted me dumping my clothes; and being such “good citizens” reported it to the police.

Laura smiles, and announces to the few remaining customers “My staff and I would like to thank you all for coming today, and making the Lovers Day Book Sale such a success. And as we – and I’m sure you as well – would like to spend the rest of Valentine’s Day with someone special, the books you are holding at this moment for purchase are yours free. Thank you all once more; we look forward to seeing you again soon”.

With a deal like that the customers can’t help but applaud Laura. She smiles again while modestly waving off the accolades and says “And my man is here right now”. I quickly glance about looking for Ricky as Laura walks over to me. She whispers in my ear “I told you to not come back loser, or else. Are you ready for this?” She plants a long, wet kiss on my lips; holding me tight as the last of the customers cheer, applaud, and happily leave with books in hand.

Laura releases me; Krystal has already locked the door and flipped the sign to ‘closed’. My exit is blocked by Krystal and four babes, and another dozen hot harem girls come in from the back room, circling me as they begin to laugh. Laura laughs, “Oh loser, you know what’s about to happen, don’t you?”

More girls have filled the room; over twenty now. Laughing; one, then two, then three start cheering; then all are laughing, clapping, gyrating as they join the cheer, “Balls, Balls, Balls, Balls, Off With His Balls!”, ”Balls, Balls, Balls, Balls, Off With His Balls!”,over and over they say the mantra. Moving closer, tightening the circle, louder and louder. It’s surreal – and panic starts to set in. I can see the glint; it’s excitement in their eyes. I hold my arms and hands out trying to keep the babes back, but they continue to squeeze in closer. “BALLS! BALLS! BALLS! BALLS! OFF WITH HIS BALLS!” they yell out loud, in my face, taunting me; and start grabbing at me. I’ve nowhere to run; the frenzy rises; “BALLS! BALLS! BALLS! BALLS! OFF WITH HIS BALLS!”, and then... silence.

A few of the girls’ part, opening a space and Laura steps through; coming up to me holding something. It takes me a moment to realize what it is, and she holds it up for all to see; a plaque. She looks at the girls, “This plaque”, she says, “is going to be mounted above our bed”; then turns to look at me, and with a wicked look and cold voice says ”and your balls are going to be mounted on it”. The babes laugh and laugh, and the chanting resumes, “BALLS! BALLS! BALLS! BALLS! OFF WITH HIS BALLS!”

They grab at me; I fight to resist. Hands are grabbing at my arms; I’m held, and booted in the nuts - repeatedly. Laughter, boots of my balls, cheers, high-fives, more nut kicking; my clothes are torn off. I’m not getting away; I’m totally at their mercy. Several of the girls wheel in a large table with straps on it; and I’m lifted onto it, and strapped down completely naked.

There’s a drum roll; and into the room strolls Doctor Hot Ass.

There is glee in her eyes, and in her voice, as she recounts how she called Laura during the time I sat in her waiting room for the police. She told Laura she wanted into the harem; to serve Ricky’s big cock, and offered her services in other ways. Being an expert in fertility and erections she knew of ways to keep Ricky always hard, and grow his foot long cock even longer. Ways, she said, she with-held from me for my cock was so small that even a few inches more still wouldn’t satisfy a woman. Besides, she didn’t think I was man enough and didn’t deserve a cock in the first place. But she took my money for her services anyways. And now, she was going to take my balls.

Several others are introduced. The three university girls – all friends of Krystal’s that she recruited into the harem. Karen and Corrie; studying visual cinematography, and Kari, in computer engineering; who all worked together through the night two weeks back to edit and alter the stores video surveillance tape; as they would do again tonight. They also edited nearby shops’ tapes as well, with the assistance of the store owners; all of whom are Laura’s fellow businesswomen, and harem members. The harem is up to 27 now; with all members actively recruiting more hot babes for Ricky.

And where is Ricky right now? He’s back at ‘The Ranch’ – the house the babes pooled their money into buying – waiting for his harem to return with their new trophy; that being my balls on a plaque. “He needed a break after fucking all weekend non-stop”, Laura coyly says.

Laura turns to the girls “And now, lets’ get on with it”.

Another drum roll, and this time it is Krystal re-entering the room. I didn’t even see her leave. Krystal is holding both arms out from her body, carrying a plush burgundy pillow; on it sits a silver scalpel. She walks over to Doctor Hot Ass and extends her arms to her, offering the knife. Being a doctor she is to have the honour of castrating me.

Laura turns to Doctor Hot Ass, “Take his nuts!”

Doctor Hot Ass giggles, and her big, sexy tits shake, as she grabs my balls in her left hand and lifts them, raising the scalpel with her right. Her eyes grow huge, her red lips part as she laughs; the other girls are just as excited; some videoing the event. Another second and it’ll all be over; I’ll be a eunuch.

“WAIT!!!” I plead, “I want to make a deal”. The girls can see the terror in my eyes, and Doctor Hot Ass pauses. They’ll give me this moment to try and bargain, like a cat playing with a mouse; they know they can take my balls at any second.

“What do you offer to save your balls, loser?” says Laura, “You don’t have any money, or own anything we’d want; so what is it you offer? – and it’d better be good because you won’t get to make a second offer”. Girls are giggling, relishing my terror; loving their power.

Laura’s right. I have nothing in the way of money, investments, property, or anything else; nothing at all. Nothing to offer to save my balls; nothing, except... me.

“I...I...I offer.... me. I will be your slave. I will serve Ricky; serve his cock. I offer myself to be your cuckold.” I look into Laura’s eyes; and she sees into mine. Some of the girls are saying to her to not take that offer; to take my nuts instead. But before Laura can speak, I speak again, “I will serve at your fuck parties, prepare drinks and food and serve them, supply condoms, and do the cleaning up afterwards; laundry, dusting, vacuuming, taking care of the house, serving as a donkey slave; so that you all have more time to fuck.” That got a few to stop calling for my balls; clearly they saw the benefit.

Laura lifts her hand up to Doctor Hot Ass indicating to wait a moment. She wants them to consider the offer; and Laura and the other girls step aside to discuss it. A couple of them – the younger ones – the university girls – would still prefer my balls on the plaque. But the older ones see the logic of allowing me to keep my balls in exchange for my cuckoldry.

Laura comes back to me, “We will accept your offer loser; but if you try and betray us, turn us in, fail in your service, or try to escape; you get no second chance. Your balls come off”. She continues, “We are going to take you to the ranch tonight where you will begin your service”.

The girls remove the straps binding me to the table; and I am escorted out into a van. We are on our way to the ranch, and one of the girls, Barbie, tells me that after I serve as a cuckold tonight at the fuck party I will be staying in a monitored room until they can fit me with a special ball cruncher; a chastity belt like device with an electric ‘cage’ that holds my balls and can crush them with the flick of a remote button; or if the lock is tampered with, it automatically crunches. She adds that in the next couple of days they will take me to my basement suite to remove what little I own – and to quit my job.

I am looking out the window of the van, up at the moon; wondering what I’ve gotten myself into, how this all came to be. I do not know exactly what lies in store for me as a cuckold slave; but at least I still have my balls – for now.