Everyone dreams of putting their virgin balls to the test against the hottest ballbusters in the world, but this brave boy actually did it. As we come to the end of this brave boy's hour, Maria and I really show him what ballbusting is all about.

Our balls had made it through three clips thus far, so our reward to subby was to allow our little boot fetishist to choose which boots would utterly ruin his balls. I have to say, I think he chose well and his little brain will remember these boots for a long time!

We kicked him until his balls were swelling so much and starting to turn a fierce shade of black. He definitely did not know what he was getting himself into.

We made sure that after leaving this session, his balls would never be the same again. Kick after kick after kick, knee after knee after knee, I even bruised my knee to give him a lasting impression.

Remember, before coming in for an hour in front of Maria and I, this poor boy had never been kicked in the balls before, and who knows if he will ever be able to take a kick again! Id certainly get that fertility checked, haha!

Parts 1 and 3 can be found on Lord Goddess Maria's C4S store. Part 2 is in mine. This is as real life as it gets, very easy to imagine yourself being in this position.

Check my other platforms for pictures of the crazy damage those balls took.

Have you ever fantasized about your first ballbusting session stretching until you cannot tell teasing from punishment? Two gorgeous brats in tiny jean shorts and tight sports bras strap you into a spreader bar so you cannot close your legs or twist away. Looks like dreams come true again, bitch.

We start slow. Converse slide up your thighs and nudge your balls without committing. A press. A tap. A laugh when you jump. That is nothing. You are doing so well for your first time. The bar keeps you honest. Every flinch makes the cuffs bite and us smile.

Teasing turns into testing. Light kicks. The toe of a sneaker resting on one testicle. I work one side. She works the other. No rhythm you can brace for. Shorts ride high. Sports bras cling. We praise you. We mock you. We ease you in until it almost feels kind.

Then it does not.

Nudges become real kicks. Short. Sharp. Then harder. Then harder still. Your body tries to fold and the bar will not let it. One of us pins a thigh. The other beats your balls with Converse until they throb purple and you make those broken little sounds. Mercy only buys a second before the next hit.

You end up where we wanted you. Helpless. Dripping. Realizing this first time was never going to stay gentle. The more we break you in, the more you want the next one.

So we break your balls further.

Make sure you check out Lord Goddess Maria’s page for Part 3.