Ballbusters Journal - The Beginning

My sister Lindsey is five years older than me and, probably because she feels I stole some of her attention by the very act of being born, she has always been spiteful. So, I was always a bit in fear of her. However, a curious eleven year old being what they are, I couldn’t help but peek in her bedroom window by perching on the barbecue on the back porch, hoping to see something going on while her friend Janice was visiting. I felt lucky as could be when they begun to get undressed for what appeared to be a sleepover. It was dark outside already so I felt pretty secure that they couldn’t see me and I began to stroke myself just looking at Janice’s tan legs. I dropped my pants to my ankles as my sister whispered something to Janice and dismissed herself to go to the kitchen. Janice began to play with her top giving me glimpses of nipple, which are absolute porno heaven to a young boy. Just as I was sure that Janice was about to do something more, the porch light came on and my sister was standing there just staring at me. I pulled my pants up and was about to run away when she grabbed me by the shirt and said “Inside you little pervert!” All I could do was beg incoherently about not telling Mom or Dad (in their room, but probably still awake watching TV) while she pushed me into her room. She and Janice just laughed and berated me for being so stupid as to not notice that the neighbors yard light was right behind me and made me an obvious silhouette. Lindsey was talking about how ashamed Dad would be of me when Janice whispered something to her and they both started to giggle. Lindsey said “Why not, he should be good for a laugh at least”. “Take your pants off, your underwear too.” I was totally embarrassed and said that I wouldn’t. “Take them off now, or I march right into their room and tell them what you have been doing.” I took them off. “Look at how small it is”, Janice said; I was eleven and frightened, so I am sure I was pretty shriveled up. “Now, do what you were doing outside my window”. I really was frightened, but with two girls looking at me it wasn’t long until I was hard, and then about 10 more seconds and I came. It was definitely the best orgasm of my short career. “Oh…my…god…I can’t believe you just did that on my carpet.” Lindsey was furious. “Get some towels and clean that up now.” I started to put my pants on, but she said “Now!” and I just left and got some towels from the bathroom and cleaned her carpet on my hands and knees while they laughed.

I suspected that Lindsey would still try to blackmail me further, but I didn’t think it would be sexual as I was sure I was so disappointing. However about a week later Janice was over again and I made myself scarce by reading comics in my room. All of a sudden the door burst open and Lindsey was there saying “no, I guess he doesn’t jerk off all the time.” Janice was behind her and looked disappointed that she hadn’t caught me in some act. Lindsey seemed about to go when Janice said “can’t we make him.” Lindsey told me to take off my pants and stand. I was already hard. “Now, play with yourself.” I did as I was told and it wasn’t probably 20 seconds this time until I was done. “Jesus, you’re pathetic.” I really didn’t understand back then that there was anything wrong with being so fast. Janice said “do it again”. “I can’t”. “Well, you better recharge, or whatever the hell it is you guys do, by the time we’re done watching our video.”

At that age, I really hadn’t figured myself out, but I found that I was ready and actually eager, if scared, again a few hours later. They came in and demanded another show. My pants were still off and Lindsey laughed, “the little jerk looks like he likes making a fool of himself.” This time as I started, Lindsey said to Janice “get up close and do what I said.” I wasn’t sure what that meant but I started to stroke myself and was starting to get into it. It looked like I would last a little longer this time and I was probably pretty proud of myself. After what had to be all of two minutes I could tell that I was going to come soon, and my face must have screwed up a bit. “Now!” said Lindsey. Suddenly Janice’s fist shot out and caught me square in the testicles. I hit the floor like a sack of potatoes. “That sure stopped him short” Lindsey laughed. I looked up through teary eyes to see Janice staring at her still closed fist as though it had magical powers. There was a fascinated look on her face. “Get up and finish yourself” Lindsey commanded. I was tearing up as I said “I’m hurt, leave me alone”. “Get up and finish or we’ll tell Mom what a little pervert you are.” I stood up and found to my amazement that my cock was already hard as could be and sticking straight up. I must have made quite a site as I stood there, tears running down my face, and jerked myself to a mind-bending orgasm. Janice and Lindsey left without saying a word.

The next time, Lindsey didn’t even bother coming to my room herself. Janice just came over and told me “Lindsey says you have to do what I say, or else.” “What do you want?” I asked, although I already knew, and kind of hoped. “I want you to make yourself squirt.” “How long do I have to make it last so that you don’t hurt me again.” “Hurting you is half the fun” she said, “and Lindsey and I have talked about ways to do it.” “What do you mean?” was all I could stammer. “You’ll see. Pant’s off. Now, spread your legs.” I had a pretty good hard on, and as she reached out, it only got harder. But then, she grabbed my sack and said “guys never let us play with these, they seem to be a bit sensitive, how does this feel”, as she gently squeezed both balls. “It’s…starting to hurt”, as she increased the pressure. “Really, a girl can hurt a guy with just one little squeeze of her hand, how interesting.” Then, suddenly she pulled down hard and I squealed and dropped to my knees. “Stand up” she commanded. “Next time you do that I will kick them as hard as I can. You don’t want that, do you?”. I shook my head no. “Now, start playing with yourself”. I started to wank off, and was surprised with how excited I was even though I knew she might punish me at any moment. “Keep those legs spread.” I did as I was commanded even though I could see the hungry look in her eyes as she looked at my scrotum. “Keep your dick out of the way so I can hit them”. I was powerless and did as she told me. I watched as she pulled her hand back to give my balls a blow. “Keep stroking” she said. I couldn’t have stopped if I wanted to. Bang! She punched them pretty solid and I hesitated as the breath left me. “Don’t stop!” she yelled. I resumed even with the ache that was spreading. Just then Lindsey appeared in the doorway. “Wow, you’re really getting into this, Janice”. “I’ve never felt so powerful!” she gasped. “Well, just don’t send him to the doctor and he’s yours. Watch out! He going to come!” Just as I started to pump the first gout of semen, Janice turned back to me and gave me a sharp blow right into my bouncing sack. The mix of pleasure and pain was too much. I fell to my knees still pumping juice onto the bedroom floor. Janice contemptuously pushed me over onto my stomach, laying in my own mess. I heard Lindsey take a few steps across the room and then smack! as she kicked me in the balls from behind as I lay with my legs spread. I heard her say “you’re right, that was fun” as they walked away.

Janice was the first “ballbuster” chick I ever knew. Over the next few years she would regularly abuse me. One of her favorite tricks was to stroke me herself, and as I was nearing orgasm she would viciously smack my balls. She would have me lie on my own desk and pull up a chair as she would do this for what seemed like hours on end. At first, she would hurt me and then feel my cock as it got soft from the shock and pain, only to make me hard again. After awhile, I would no longer get soft. Her testicle abuse would only get me more and more aroused. At first, this angered her, and she would rain blows that would leave me sore for days; I can remember her and Lindsey debating how swollen they were and whether they could withstand any more abuse that day. But, after a while I think she looked at this behavior as a victory. She had broken me and my greatest pleasure lay in her absolute contempt and mistreatment of that which made me a male.

Occasionally they would invite one of their friends over to show me off, and I would have to stand mute as Janice and Lindsey encouraged initially reluctant women to hurt my testes. It was the surprising percentage of them that would really get into it, and even have to be restrained from hurting me permanently, that amazed me and opened my eyes as to how many women harbor some kind of resentment toward these male organs. I would occasionally meet some of them by chance at a store or elsewhere and they often expressed that they hoped they hadn’t hurt me. As though my balls were only casually related to me somehow! And they would often tell me how grateful they were to have an outlet for these previously unrecognized feelings. More than a few begged Lindsey for a return engagement (which resulted in the experiences that I have collected in my journal and will post here – if there is demand - just e-mail and let me know).