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I've had requests for me to write about my personal experiences with ballbusting. I've always been the target of the busting (my balls, I mean). I'll start with the earliest experiences I remember, and will write more if my readers want me to :-)
The first time I realized how sensitive my balls were was when I was about 6. I was the biggest kid in first grade, and all the other boys were no more than half my size. During recess, I was playing with three other boys from my class. They wanted to be power rangers and I was to be the big evil monster that they had to defeat. All three boys tried really hard to wrestle me to the ground, but being the biggest kid, I was strong enough to resist their best efforts. As the began to tire, I managed to grab two of them in a headlock. Both of them were completely helpless and couldn't free themselves from my grip.
"Help, Red Ranger! Get the monster! Rescue us!" one boy cried out, struggling as hard as he could.
"Let them go!" the supposed Red Ranger yelled at me. He was the smallest kid in my class, and only a third of my size, but somehow he seemed extremely confident while playing the part of the Red Ranger.
"Try and make me! I'm gonna come get you soon, Red Ranger!" I replied.
As my two captors struggled, I tightened my headlocks. I remember that my legs were spread wide to help me keep my balance while I held on to the two wriggling boys.
"I said LET THEM GO!" the Red Ranger wannabe commanded, standing right in front of me, my frame dwarfing him.
"Make me!" I answered smugly, puffing my chest out, as I squeezed the boys' heads harder.
I remember him drawing his right foot back and then swinging it forward as hard as he could. His tiny foot sailed between my legs, right towards where my thighs joined my body, and smacked into my genitals with an audible thwack. I thought his kick didn't hurt at first, and wanted to say something cocky. But a second later it hit me - a wave of the most awful pain I had ever known erupted from my groin and traveled right into the middle and lower part of my abdomen, like the worst tummy ache I ever experienced. I didn't know what happened or why I was in so much pain, but my entire body went weak. My legs turned to rubber and my knees buckled. My tummy cramped up and it felt as though my insides were being twisted, causing me to double over.
I wanted to groan in pain but I couldn't make any sounds at all. I remember that my arms and legs turned to jelly. The boys escaped my headlock, but all I could focus on was the horrible aching pain exploding from my boy balls. With one hand grasping my traumatized genitals and another held over my tummy, I remember sinking to the ground and trying my best not to cry.
Once I hit the ground, I instinctively curled up in a fetal position, my whole body wracked with pain and feeling as though I wanted to throw up my lunch. I remember only being able to take short, shallow breaths because of the sickening agony.
"I... don't wanna play anymore..." I managed to squeak pitifully, as I fought back the tears.
The boys celebrated Red Ranger for vanquishing the big monster with a simple kick, and ran off to continue playing, leaving me to wallow in my agony. I don't know how long it took but I managed to stagger to a bench where I sat hunched over in pain for the rest of recess, my world entirely consumed by the agonizing ache in my balls that seemed to last forever.
I limped back to class after recess, my groin still generating dull waves of aching pain. I sat really still for the rest of the day, any movement of my genitals caused my pain to spike, and I was afraid of getting sick in class. When I got home from school, my genitals still ached but the pain was more bearable. Worried about damage to my genitals, I pulled down my pants to inspect my boy parts. My cock was looked normal as far as I was concerned. I touched it but it didn't hurt. My usually pinkish grape-sized balls, however, were bright red and almost twice their size. I gingerly pressed on them between my thumb and index finger, but that sent jolts of sickening pain into my belly. That was the first time I realized that my boy balls were so vulnerable and weak.
As children do, I forgot about that kick in the balls and over the next few years, my balls remained intact and untraumatized. I was not athletic or nerdy, but enjoyed being the class clown. I never had any bullies because of my hulking size, and never had the urge to bully any other kid. I hit puberty at about 11. I was the first boy in my class to reach puberty, and the difference between my large frame and the other boys grew even more obvious. I was 6 feet tall, 200 pounds, and looked like a linebacker compared to the other kids. The most awkward part of puberty were the changes in my groin... pubes grew, I got boners at all times of the day, and my balls grew larger but my cock didn't seem to. I mean, I had the biggest set of balls in my class, but my dick remained kinda average compared to the other boys. When I was 12, I remember playing soccer during gym class. I was asked to be the goalkeeper since I had such a big frame. As an opposing player approached the goal posts, I crouched slightly, my arms and legs spread so I could stop the soccer ball from any direction. About 10 feet away, he kicked the ball hard sending it flying in my direction. I misjudged the direction of the ball and like a guided missile, the ball thundered between my spread legs into my own dangling balls. I was initially too shocked to react but that familiar, horrible, sickening pain soon exploded from my battered balls. Automatically, I let out a guttural groan, hugged myself and sank to the ground in front of my entire class. This time, for some reason, I began writhing in agony, as though trying to distract myself from the awful pain. My gym teacher ran over almost immediately.
"You ok, son?" he asked.
"No... hurts so bad..." I whimpered, trying not to cry as my entire class now stood in a circle watching the biggest kid in class squirming on the ground in anguish.
"Let me check them, son," my gym teacher said.
I tried to resist, horrified that he would be examining my boy parts in public. I soon realized that the more I resisted, the harder he would handle my aching balls and so I just let it happen, hoping to minimize the torture. He rolled each testicle about to make sure they were intact, and I just about screamed from the anguish. As luck would fucking have it, I had a throbbing boner right then.
"They're ok. It hurts like hell, I know, but you'll be ok. Walk it off," he told me.
"I... can't..." I whined. No muscle in my body would work properly, and I didn't want the class to see my boner.
"Help him up!" he ordered two other kids, who helped me to my feet. I heard snickering as I got up, my painfully erect dick tenting my thin cotton gym shorts. I struggled up slowly, clutching my injured genitals and trying to hide my obscene erection, as I limped, doubled over, to the locker-room. I lay on the bench, trying to breathe as I gently massaged my lower abdomen. By the end of gym class a half hour later, I managed to get off the bench, and hop into the shower. My low-hangers were about 30% larger than their usual pingpong ball size, no doubt swollen. I let the cold shower run over my body. My aching balls felt better with the cold but my cock shrunk to ridiculous proportions from the freezing water. As I made my way back to my locker, I could hear rude whispers about my boy parts.
"Big boy has a small pecker!"
"Why are his balls so abnormally big?"
"Why is his weiner so tiny?"
"Why are his balls so big but his cock so small?"
"Why did his little dick hurt so much earlier?"
"Was it his dick or balls that were hurting?"
My cheeks burned with embarrassment but I kept silent, as I changed back into my clothes, taking care not to jostle my aching balls too much. I went back to class in shame and pain, hoping to pass the day quietly. No one said anything but I caught many mocking looks cast in my direction, no doubt from me getting my balls busted during gym class.
"Why were you in pain?" Jason, my friend, finally asked when school ended and we were walking home.
"My balls..." I answered, ashamed as I let it trail off.
"What about them?" Jason continued.
"They were hurt by the damn soccer ball," I answered in exasperation.
"Oh..." he looked surprised.
"Do they hurt so much because they're so big? I mean, I know getting hit in the nuts hurts, but does having bigger balls mean you suffer more pain? Is it like, the bigger they are, the more they hurt? If that's the case, I really feel sorry for you," he persisted.
"I don't know... just stop, ok? I don't wanna talk about it," I huffed.
"Jeez... cool it. No need to get all bitchy," he answered.
"Fuck you!" I growled as I shoved him angrily, sending him tumbling into the grass. We were walking through a park now, and no one was around.
"Fuck you!" he retorted, as he jumped back on his feet and shoved me in return. He was only half my size, and I barely budged.
"You think you can push me around just because you're bigger than me?" he challenged me angrily.
I shoved him again and he stumbled back against a tree.
"Small-dicked, fat-assed motherfucker!" he cursed at me.
All the humiliation I suffered during the day boiled over. I don't know what took over me, but I grabbed my own friend by his shirt and pinned him against the tree in anger.
I was about to say something but I felt something smack into my tender testicles, sending a jolt of pain into my belly. I looked down in time to see Jason's grabbing a handful of my genitals, and squeezing as hard as he could. His hand was small but somehow, he managed to trap both my large testicles between his fingers. As his tiny fingers compressed my already traumatized gonads, pain worse than I had ever experienced before (which I thought was impossible) exploded from my bruised boy balls. I yelped and immediately let him go, but he maintained his death grip on my badly aching balls. I doubled over in anguish, sobbing pitifully as Jason continued to crush my tenderized testicles. I tried to pull his hand away but that only made him tighten his grip. I began bawling like a fucking baby, surrendering every ounce of dignity I had in the hope that he would have mercy on me and let my balls go. I tried to beg for pity but I couldn't speak at all. The pain was just too sickening. As he continued to mash my tortured testicles, I began seeing stars from the pain, and started retching.
He finally released his grip, and I collapsed to the grass, curled up in a fetal position, trying to nurse my tormented nards. The pain was sickeningly horrible. I sobbed but could hardly breathe or speak as I lay there helplessly.
"You ok, man?" Jason asked, sounding worried.
I whimpered incoherently in return. I don't know how long it took for me to recover but Jason waited by my side, and helped me home once I managed to struggle to my feet.
"You ok, dude?" he inquired once we got in my room.
"I think so," I answered, gingerly sitting down on my bed.
"I'm sorry I attacked you," I apologized, genuinely feeling bad that I attacked my friend.
"I'm sorry that I had to kick your ass," he grinned.
"That was a lucky shot, you little prick. You fought dirty," I answered, only half jokingly.
"Could I check if I had damaged your balls?" he asked.
I hesitated and I don't know why but I just got up and dropped my drawers. There was a large wet sticky spot on the front of my boxers. At that time I didn't know what it was, but looking back, I now know that it was precum.
Jason pulled down my boxers as well and I didn't stop him. My swollen balls, now the color and size of small apples, flopped in front of him. He gently cradled them in his hands.
"They're huge," he exclaimed as he gawked at their weight and size.
"They're swollen now, thanks to you!" I answered.
Jason smiled but continued to handle my testicles. Very soon, my cock was fully erect. It was weird but I didn't stop him, and Jason didn't seem fazed by my boner. He had me sit down as he continued to play with my hefty balls. I felt a strange feeling stir in my loins and I was getting lightheaded with what I now know is lust. As Jason got bolder, he began gently tugging on my balls.
"Tell me if it hurts too much," he told me, as I winced a little.
Although it did hurt when he tugged on my bloated balls, it also felt kinda good and I didn't want him to stop. I closed my eyes as I let Jason continue his ministrations. After a few minutes, he squeezed firmly on both my balls, and I gasped as a new, indescribable ecstatic sensation built up in my balls and erupted in my loins. My body began rocking back and forth involuntarily as grayish globs shot from the tip of my cock. As the glow of that wonderful sensation subsided, I was looked at Jason, confused and spent.
"Please stop... you're hurting me," I groaned. My fragile testicles were still in his grip.
"Please stop... you're hurting me," I groaned. My fragile testicles were still in his grip.
Jason just smiled, laughed, and left my room. Within an hour, my balls had caused the most dreadful pain I had ever known, and the most pleasurable feelings I had ever felt. It was my first orgasm, and it was amazing.