12 Days of Domming: Fitte's First Bust

--- This tale was written by our faithful scribe, transcribing word for word from the mouth of a young man local to our fair town. It is the kind of story you will no doubt read only in our Daily Tidings - the world’s first regular public chronicle as far as we know! 

523 AD ---

Hey… hey there. I’ve, never done this kind of thing before but I wanted to somehow publicize my experiences because, to put it simply, they were very unique. Maybe not as crazy as other stuff you’ve heard about, but I’ve lived a very, very average life so it makes it stand out all the more to me. Oh, uh, see, here’s how new documenting things like this is to me, I didn’t start by introducing myself. 

My name is Franklin… I’m, just an ordinary man, fresh out of my teens. I live in a pretty simple, quiet village… I have a girlfriend who lives next door to me. Her name is Fitte. And this story is, perhaps more about her than it is me. 

It began about a fortnight ago. I was having a pretty regular day, all things considered, until I heard my door slam open. I turned to see my girlfriend there, rushing towards me with a sad, terrified yell. Before I could even open my mouth, she dove onto me, burying her head into my chest, clearly sobbing. 

“F-Fitte…? What’s the matter…? What happened?” I asked, a hand on her head, running through her ruby red hair. I was, basically just petting her, to try and console her. It may sound odd but that was what usually worked. Fitte was a sensitive young woman, and this kind of thing happened often. This is far from the unique thing about this story.

She looked up at me, her brown eyes welling with tears… I was concerned of course, but… while it may sound sadistic, I also could never help but smile at how adorable she looked when she was sad. I mean she was always cute, but she had the biggest doe eyes and, she’s an extremely huggable girl I suppose you could say. 

Shapley too… I mean, she was fairly conservatively dressed and still, it was obvious. Supple legs, her blue house shoes leading to extremely long white stockings that went all the way up to her thighs… a teeny bit of hip just peeking out from under the modest pink skirt she wore. Her long-sleeved yellow sweater didn’t reveal much but there was no hiding how huge her breasts were as they strained against the fabric and- 

Wow, I’m sorry, I’m getting way off-topic. She would probably be really embarrassed to have all this written about her in the transcription, actually, could you… strike that from the print? You will? Okay, thank you very much, sir...

Anyway. She looked up at me, her brown eyes welling with tears… and said in her sweet voice, “F-Franklin, I… oh Gods, it was awful… I-I just got mugged!”

“Wh-what?!” I exclaimed, taking her tightly in my arms, squeezing her to try and comfort her. “Tell me exactly what happened!”

“I-I was… on my way back from the store… just, trying not to get into anyone’s way like I usually do… a-and I… felt someone grab me from behind…” she recalled, sobbing as she buried her pretty face deeper into my chest. “H-He grabbed my arm… and pulled me around… he spoke into my ear… h-he said...”

She paused, clearly petrified from the experience. I sat her down on our couch and let her lean in snugly to me as she continued, sniffling all the while, “He said… ‘your money or your l-life’... nnngggh oh Gods…!” she shrieked before taking a few more seconds to cry. 

“Good Lord, I can’t believe that… wh-what did you do…?” I asked, checking her for bruises and relieved to find none.

“I was so scared that I… wasn’t thinking clearly, so I, I...” she stuttered, before answering. “I just… brought my knee up into his nuts!”

As she said this, she pantomimed kneeing me in the groin, letting her kneecap tap my crotch. I gasped at the sensation, uttering, “Wh-what?!”

“Yeah, I… I just grabbed him by the shoulders and kneed him as hard as I could. I was so terrified I couldn’t even begin to hold back...” she recalled, looking away, gripping my shirt tightly. I began to feel my body heat rise, a little sweat forming at my brow. “I shoved him away with a desperate yelp… he staggered back a few st-steps so… so I stepped forward and kicked him!”

With a little grunt she again showed me, kicking out at thin air. “...In, in the nuts again… it was all I could really think to do… it, seemed to hurt, but he didn’t go down… he looked, frozen, shocked… but I was so worried that he’d be angry and come at me all the harder, so I, I kicked him again… a-and again… and again...”

“Y-You don’t say...” I asked, trying to contain my shudder. “What did… it feel like?”

“Huh…?” she uttered. “Well, it… it was… my shin crashing into his groin, I-I think… it felt, soft… softer than I expected… f-fragile… kind of a squish… yeah actually, I could definitely feel them squish against my leg. Why?”

My eyes were as wide as dinner plates and I was blushing madly. I still hadn’t talked to Fitte about my… fascination, and this hardly seemed like the appropriate time to bring it up. So I just meekly said, “Go on.”

“Well I, I kept kicking until he finally collapsed. And then...” she continued, sticking her head up a little, her tears beginning to dry. “Well, I… starting stomping on him...”

“St-stomping… on his…?” I began. I was trying to hide my excitement but I think it came through in my hushed tone.

“His balls...” she finished, again gripping me tight and pushing her head into my chest. “I just… was so terrified that the moment I let up, he’d grab me and strangle me, so… I just went into this mad panic where I stomped his testicles over and over… I’m not sure for how long, I… didn’t stop until the guards came and pulled me off of him. If not for having witnesses, I’d have probably been arrested instead of him! Nngh… the questioning was awful too...”

A cold sweat had gone all the way down to my chin by the time she finished. Fitte collapsed once more into my chest, sobbing as I slowly wrapped my arms tighter around her. But my mind was someplace else at that point. I was thankful that she was in no position to see or feel my erection as it grew in my pants. After giving her time to get out all of her tears, I made sure to covertly hide my crotch from her sight for the rest of our time together that day.

You see, I had yet to tell my girlfriend this at the time, but… oh wow this is so embarrassing to say out-loud. Are you, sure the people want to hear about it, scribe? ...Y-You’re positive? Okay, well… I’m, very much into ballbusting. Er, atleast, that’s what I call it. Those who share my odd passion likely picked up on that already. 

I just… got kicked by accident once when I was a teenager. Me and a friend (and flirting interest, actually) were playing gameball and she got me midstride… I collapsed instantly, it was like nothing I’d ever felt. It was so bizarrely exhilarating… not that I had in the air in my lungs to inform the perpetrator of that. She was so full of remorse, constantly apologizing… if only she knew the blessing she’d bestowed upon me.

I’d never been struck in the groin on purpose, nor at all since then. It was just, such an odd thing to bring up to women and I was rarely in relationships long enough to even consider getting around to that, it was hard to be comfortable enough with a girl to share something like that. What would they think of me…? It’d scare them off, surely…

So naturally, Fitte didn’t know yet either, though I’d definitely been with her longer than any other girl at that point. And that hardly seemed the time to bring it up. But still… by the Gods, what an experience that was, just listening to her crushing the balls of that vagrant. It was awesome to hear as her boyfriend as well, that she so decimated someone who tried to hurt her, but at the same time, a pang of jealousy struck me as well. If she were to kick anyone in the groin for the first time in her life, surely it should’ve been me…

I’d imagined such a thing many a time of course, but it never felt anywhere near as real as it did that day. I couldn’t stop thinking about it, picturing it in my head… what she did to that crook, and what she could do to me…

Days passed but my curiosity towards the event didn’t falter. Fitte of course was still shaken up and I didn’t want to upset her by reminding her about it every day, so instead I went about town to see if there was any buzz about it. I actually read from this very publication a quote from the criminal in question, as he was being thrown behind bars. 

“Anything is better than having to deal with that ballkicking bitch...” 

That’s what he said. About Fitte! Sweet, innocent, adorable Fitte! My girlfriend, Fitte! I don’t mind telling you, I shuddered a little when I read it… um, in a good way.

So I… well I just had to hear more. Fitte mentioned there being witnesses so I decided to ask around about anyone who saw the event. A couple of girls were among those who saw it… friends of Fitte’s. They recognized me as her boyfriend so it didn’t seem odd to them when I came asking about what happened.

“Oh, it was something else… I’d never seen anything like it.” one replied. “She went into such a mad rage, I thought she’d never stop stomping his nuts. I can’t imagine there was anything left of them once she was through...”

I made a mental note to look into that again when I could… the thought intrigued me to no end, had she really castrated him? From how she described it to me, it seemed possible… perhaps even probable…

I had to keep from outwardly gasping when I talked to her other friend. She burst out laughing the moment I brought it up. 

“Oh Gods, that was hilarious!” she giggled callously. “I mean I was terrified for her at first but, she got him so good with that first shot and then the next kick was perfect! You’d think she was a pro! Mmm, and when she had him on the ground, wailing on his balls… haha, he was screaming like such a weakling! Big bad criminal reduced to a child by l’il ol Fitte! I was a little disappointed when the guards pulled her away...”

Hearing her feminine laugh at the misfortune of this man’s nuts under the heel of my girlfriend was almost too much to bear. I realize I’m already sharing far too much and that’s the only reason I’ll go ahead and say that when I heard that I went right home and masturbated.

The next day I actually tried visiting the guard station where he was being kept with the other criminals before they could stand public trial. I had hoped to get a conversation with him and hear his own account but of course that was asking far too much, they were never going to let a commoner such as myself in to their cells.

However I did happen to get into good position to snoop on the conversation of a few guards… um, maybe I shouldn’t be revealing that publically… but all I heard was that they were certain that since the mugger would not be getting any medical attention in their cage, his testicles would most certainly not survive the night. It sounds sadistic I know, but my heart skipped a beat at the thought… I was elated. My girlfriend had seriously destroyed someone’s manhood! With her feet alone!

Oh how I look forward to the man’s trial… though I know they won’t let him speak, still I long to see the look on his face, knowing that he will die half a man because he crossed my beloved… oh, how I hope they bring up the result of his crime, and make him relive it, so that I may glimpse his anguished, forlorn expression, and perhaps feel an ounce of sympathy pain in my own loins...

...The scribe is giving me a very strange look now. Perhaps I should move on from that line of thought… wait, did you, write that as well? Why would… stop that! You’re just messing with me now…

Ugh. Regardless…

My point is… I was overwhelmed, swept away by my feelings towards the incident. And as the days went by, it became harder to ignore when Fitte was around. I found myself staring at her legs… which wasn’t unusual by any means, but I mean I started staring for an uncomfortably long time and she began to inquire about it. I simply told her they looked particularly nice, which she smiled at but claimed they shouldn’t look any different now than before. If only she knew… it was entirely different then. For I had come to know what they were capable of…

Finally, I willed myself to speak up about it… in, a rather vague way, admittedly. I came to her one day with a suggestion…

“Fitte… I want to talk to you about what happened last week.” I began.

She turned to me, her usual smile fading a little. “You mean… when I was… mugged?”

I nodded. “I didn’t want you to put any undue pressure on you right away but… well it’s made me think. About… where we live and, um… it’s not a particular safe locale, is it? I mean… that could definitely happen, don’t you think?”

“Are you… suggesting that I move?” she began, her eyes taking a particularly sad shape.

“No! No, not at all!” I yelled. I think I startled her with my sudden jolt, judging by her gasp. But the last thing I wanted to do was scare her off, especially after all this had gone down. I calmed myself and explained, “I just mean… no place is entirely safe. It’s best to… know how to defend yourself. And I know you did really, really well when this happened, but it was all just through blind fear right? Who’s to say how you’ll react if it happened again...”

“Um… yeah, that’s t-true...” she answered softly, bowing her head. “If someone tried to rob me again, especially if they had a weapon… I might just freeze up on the spot. I was so scared, I was barely even aware of what I was doing…”

“Right. So I… well, I think it’s a good idea for you to learn self-defense.” I suggested. 

“Me…?” she asked, uncertain.

“Yes! I mean, what you did to that criminal, it was AWESOME!” I gushed, letting a little bit of my obsession show before reeling it in. “I-I mean, very effective, so… obviously, you’re capable! More than either of us thought!”

“Well… I-I don’t know, maybe… but um, combat training sounds tough… a-and expensive...” she muttered. “And I can’t see myself going around with a weapon anyway...”

“True, but… you don’t need one. All you really need is to… make sure, um, what happened back there becomes an instinct!” I clumsily explained. “If you can be certain you’ll react the same way, every time, then… you’ll be fine!”

“I don’t… I don’t understand, what are you trying to say, Franklin?” she inquired. I was never great at making points… I just had to spell it out.

“What I’m saying is… we should, like, recreate what happened.” I began. “I’ll… pretend to rob you! And then you… can um...”

I trailed off. I thought I was ready to say it, but I froze up entirely when it came time to ask for it. I instead stared dumbly at her legs. “And… and then you can… k-...k-k-...” I stuttered, as my eyes went down to my groin. I started getting that nervous sweat again.

Thankfully, Fitte finished my sentence for me. “...Kick you in the… nuts…?” she inquired, her voice dropping to an astonished whisper as her shimmering eyes widened.

A shiver went down my body at hearing those words… and I just dumbly nodded, a huge smile on my face. Judging by her squinting eyes I do believe that she got the feeling something was odd about my reaction, but she swiftly let it go.

Shaking her head, she replied, “I… don’t think I can do that. I mean I don’t even know if I can hurt someone else that’s really trying to hurt me if I’m actively thinking about it. And… and you’re my boyfriend. I know you would never really hurt me and, I would never want to hurt you...”

It was hard to argue with that. But I did anyway. 

“Fitte… that’s sweet, but really, it’d be for the best. Don’t worry, I’ll be fine!” I assured her. “I just want to make sure you’re safe, is all!”

I did feel a little guilty about telling that kind of lie. But it is true that I felt it could make her more secure in a dangerous scenario… is it so wrong that I get some satisfaction out of it in the process?

“I’m… I’m sorry, Franklin. I just don’t think I could hit you at all… let alone… d-down there...” she blushed, sheepishly kicking the floorboards as she bowed her head. Accursed, lucky floorboards…

“Just… give it a try.” I pleaded. “Please? For me? It would make me feel a lot better knowing you can handle yourself...”

“I… well...” she trailed off for a few moments, looking up into my eyes. God, she was beautiful… I needed her to kick me so badly in that instant… I made sure to meet her gaze with enough determination for the both of us.

“Al-alright… I’ll try...” she conceded. “But I’ll be going easy… okay?”

My heart skipped a beat. The lump in my throat almost kept me from answering. “Yuh… yuh-yuh-yes! That’s fine! I… don’t know how hard I could take anyway, so… by all means, but, um, just test out your form on me.”

“I… okay. This is, just so strange, but… I’ll see.” Fitte replied, taking a deep breath before backing up slightly. She picked her right foot off the ground and waggled it, bending her knee back and forth as if to stretch her leg out a little in preparation. 

I probably wasn’t doing a very good job of hiding my eagerness as I stood, my legs spread wide, struggling to prevent a huge grin from playing on my face. She looked adorable as ever as she bowed her head, looking up at me with her doe eyes, the uncertainty plain as day on her pretty face.

“Um… I guess I’ll… just… line it up...” she murmured.

She took a step closer and that alone gave me a rush. I watched with bated breath as her leg hesitantly, slowly came off the ground, rising between my own legs. The closer it got to the apex the more I found it harder to contain my lust… finally, the toe of her dainty little blue house shoe pressed gently into my groin. Just under my pants, (I went without underwear, knowing I was about to ask her that day, wanting to feel it as much as I could) each of my testicles were resting on her toes…

I had to bite my bottom lip to keep my groan from escaping my lips. It was wonderful… her foot was actually in my groin! Pushing into my nuts… I could feel it! Ahh, praise be…

“Um… is that… good?” Fitte asked, innocently.

“Ohh, so good...” I whispered.

“O-Okay...” she hesitantly replied, as she slowly lowered her foot. “Well in that case… um… w-well...”

She proceeded to bring her foot back up to my groin, this time much swifter, and I could just taste that glorious pain on the tip of my tongue…! But… at the last second she pulled back, and her foot merely tapped my nuts with nary much more force than I’d felt when she was merely lining up her shot. It stung only passingly, like a playful slap on the wrist. Still I gasped, but I definitely wanted more...

“U-Um, Fitte...” I began, stuttering myself now. “Now I know we agreed you’d go easy, but… y-you have to hit a little harder than that, I mean… if you get yourself into the habit of holding back THAT much, it could cost you… it’s hardly good practice.”

“But I… I really don’t wanna hurt you...” she replied, with her typical pout. By the Gods, she was a cutie… and so remarkably sexy as well… what I wouldn’t have given for her to just rack me one as hard as could be.

“Fitte, I… I understand, but just one real kick won’t kill me.” I explained. “You can go easy, just to get the form down on every other one, but… but… j-just once… please? Er, I mean it’ll make me feel so much better about your safety...”

“I… nggh...” she uncomfortably fidgeted for a few moments, before bowing her head and sighing. “V-Very well… just, just one...”

Hearing her dulcet voice agree to that was truly music to my ears… I continued standing firm, my legs spread, awaiting that lovely golden kick. Just one was all I needed… I’d have been more than satisfied, I assure you of that.

“Uh… okay, h-here I go...” she sheepishly declared, as she reared her leg back just a few short inches. Lord help me I was so very, very ready for it… she clinched her shaking fists, shut her eyes tight, and shot her leg forward… it’s as if nirvana itself was enroute to me as her foot came up swiftly…

...and smacked resoundly into my inner thigh. I grunted quietly at the sting, and found myself mentally reeling from the disappointment…

With one eye open, she asked, “D-Did I…? I missed, didn’t I…?”

“Um, yeah. Got me in the leg...” I explained, antsy beyond belief. “You need to aim a little more to the right, darling.”

“Yes… yes, okay.” Fitte nodded and sighed. I knew of her discomfort and did feel a little bad about putting her in this spot, but I… I just needed one… it’d be easy enough to make up for it later. Just one good kick and I’d be content for life, I’d have it to cling to forever and to forever be happy...

She again took the time to line up her shot… for the second time, her foot pressed gently into my scrotum and I was internally howling my desire, I wanted to get down on my knees and beg for a true kick.

Lust consumed me as she reared her leg back once again… with a delicate grunt and, this time actively looking away from me, she launched another kick… this one, sadly was a bit high and missed my balls completely to instead go into the bottom of my erection as it bore through my pants, bouncing it painfully.

“Ngh…!” I grunted. Admittedly I did enjoy this a little… but it was mostly discomfort and still not quite what I was looking for.

“Was… was that good?” Fitte asked. “That didn’t, um, quite feel right… it was much more solid than that, that awful man’s um… place felt...”

“You went… a bit high, dear...” I hissed. Thankfully her unwillingness to look down at my groin as she ‘aimed’ for it meant she didn’t notice my throbbing member, even after accidentally targeting it. Still, it was no doubt the reason this was happening, so I had to take the chance of correcting her. “Fitte, um… I really think you need to keep your eye on your target. Just a quick glance as you rear back should be fine… just watch where you’re kicking.”

“Ngh… well, I...” she stuttered. “I just don’t wanna… see it as it happens, I… Franklin, I really don’t want to do this...”

“F-Fitte, it’s only for your benefit...” I shamefully lied. 

“I know… and I appreciate it, because I can tell you’re scared too.” she groaned. “But that’s really why it’s so hard...”

“Me…? Wh-what are you talking about?” I asked, genuinely perplexed.

“I-I’m sure you were trying to hide it, but… it was impossible not to notice.” she began. “Every time I even move my leg, you flinch… you gasp, you hiss… you’ve been dreading every impending second of it. You’re obviously as worried about how much it’ll hurt and how much damage it could do as I am...”

Oh, irony of ironies… she saw me squirming in thinly contained anticipation of her beautiful kick and misconstrued it as fear for that glorious pain!

“N-No, that’s not...” I began, but trailed off. How could I explain it without revealing my perverted motives…?

“You’re even panting now… your heart must’ve been beating so fast...” she sadly noted. “Ooohh, Franklin, I’m sorry… I really appreciate that you were willing to do this, but I can’t… I can’t hurt you...”

I wished in that moment that I had the bravery to just tell her the truth… but I was simply too embarrassed, too uncertain of how she would react to it. So instead, I held my tongue and accepted her reasoning. 

We each went on with our day, and at the nearest opportunity, I snuck away to deal with my erection, envisioning the kick I had lingering in my mind and thinking about how her foot felt in my groin… it felt nice, but I knew it could be so much more, and it was among my more shameful wankings. Definitely top ten, if nothing else…

I’ve been told I share a little too much at times.

But I digress… I tried to accept that my dream was just that, knowing full well that Fitte would never truly want to kick me in the balls, even if - nay, ESPECIALLY - if she knew it was a fetish of mine. A gentle girl like her… she’d be repulsed. I was convinced of it. So I attempted to bury my feelings away.

But I couldn’t go more than an hour the next day without thinking about it… the moment I saw her legs again, it was the only thing on my mind. I just… couldn’t escape it, I needed her to bust my balls. No matter how much I tried to change the subject of my mind’s eye, it refused to focus on anything else. And that night, I dreamt of her coming to me and brutalizing my testicles, kicking and kneeing and punching and elbowing them… even going to her knees and headbutting my balls… all the while, that adorable smile lingered on her face. I woke up drenched in my own essence…

My lust was overwhelming, at their worst they were enough to distract me from my duties at work. Yesterday, I was such a mess that by the time I was finished, it was a wonder that I was even able to get home. And that’s when I discovered that she had let herself in… I just, saw her there, from behind, as she stood at the counter… 

I would later find out that she had left something at my house the last time she’d come over, but in that moment, I couldn’t even think to wonder what she was doing there. All I knew was that I was looking at the curvaceous figure of, in my humble opinion, the most shapely girl in town… and she was my girlfriend. 

And there I was, having been erect and ready to blow for hours… so much so that I didn’t even think to announced my presence before I rushed to her. She didn’t even have time to turn to the sound of the footsteps as I closed in and wrapped my arms around her. My cock came to press against her heart-shaped pillow of an ass, as my hands closed against her enormous, welcoming breasts…

Her shriek brought me to reality, but it was a little too late. In that next instant… glory came to me, as she unleashed a back kick that caught me right between the legs. I couldn’t believe her precision, as the heel of her house shoe nailed me perfectly, square in the balls. I’ll never forget how effectively it smashed them against my pelvis…

And that was only the beginning. Fitte turned around, her eyes shut tight as she just kept screaming, burying the crown of her head into my chest as she gripped me by the shoulders and introduced her knee to my genitals. Ahhh… so solid, so smooth… there is no doubt in this patron’s mind that Fitte’s knees were made to bust balls. I’m pleased to say she gave me not one, not two, but three knees to my crotch before shoving me away.

The pain was intense, but the pleasure so much more so… it was tough to stay upright, especially as she staggered me, but I had to. I planted my feet as firmly as I could and spread my legs, making sure she had easy access. She reared back and launched her leg my way… and she got every last bit of that kick, as her shin smashed my nuts… the resounding thud resembled that of a blacksmith’s hammer against an anvil. It was beyond even my greatest of dreams, as she kicked me so very hard that I actually rose a few inches off the ground from the impact.

This took me to the limit of my pain threshold, unfortunately, and I collapsed onto the floor. And by the time I hit the hardwood, she had her leg off the ground, ready to stomp my scrotum into oblivion… only then did she open her eyes, and see just who she’d been assaulting. 

With a shriek, she stepped back, leaning against the counter. “F-Franklin?!” she gasped. “Oh goodness, oh Gods, oh no… wh-what did I just…? I-I thought… after what happened, I was just… oh, I’m so sorry! Are you okay?!”

I groaned meekly, pleasantly smiling… though she seemed to miss that. I’m sure I registered plenty of pain on my face as well. I had never felt such a beautiful anguish before, to think that crook got that and so much from her… I’d howled so much I was breathless, which sadly kept me from explaining to Fitte that she had no reason to worry about my state.

She knelt down between my legs and began undoing my pants. “J-Just give me a moment, I’ll… I’ll inspect the damage and make sure that you’re o-okay… um, down here...”

I couldn’t have fought her off, even if I wanted to. And frankly, I wanted her to see at that point… it was the best way to tell her I could think of, really. In all my delirious joy, I’d forgotten all my concerns, all my worries, all my shame…

Fitte pulled my pants down and gasped at what she saw. Springing up and away from my swiftly swelling balls was my erection, standing true and firm, at what I don’t mind telling you was at a full, proud 8 1/4th inches. The scribe is giving me a skeptical eye as I have him write this, but I assure you, I would never tell a lie to such a respect publication as this, nor would I ever embellish any detail for the sake of some misguided vanity...

Either way, she was understandably stunned, having finally glimpsed my immaculate, overwhelming girth for the first time, in quite the unexpected circumstance as well. “O-Oh… it’s… well I, suppose there was… no serious damage after all… um. F-Franklin…? Why are you so… so hard right now?”

Finally, I had taken enough deep gulps to answer. “F-Fitte… I… I love being kicked in the balls. I’ve… been dreaming… of this day… for so long. It’s been a fetish of mine for years… but until now, it’s never happened. I just… th-thank you. Thank you so much...”

For a few lengthy seconds, she froze, just gazing at my manhood. Her eyes squinted and moved slightly, though her stare never faltered… but I could see the gears turning behind them. As the silence went on, it became heavier, and I began to get nervous… were my earlier fears correct? Was she about to break up with me…?

Slowly she stood up, still staring at my genitals. A dreadful feeling was really creeping in, as I was becoming certain that I’d just done something that could never be taken back… I’d freaked her out to the point that she’d want nothing to do with me! 

But instead of saying anything of the sort… she reared her leg up and stomped on my nuts yet again. This time with much less of her - apparently instinctual - nut-bashing malice, but certainly with far more force then the parody of a crotch kick she’d given me days before. And with the tender state my testes were in, it was more than enough to have me howl and buckle, with a satisfied sigh at the end…

An uncertain little smirk appeared on her pretty face, as she proceeded to deliver three swift, measured kicks to my groin. I groaned in sheer delight, my cock twitching madly as Fitte reached down and grabbed me by the ankles, confidence growing on her face with every strike. She hiked her leg up, seemingly making sure to give me a wondrous upskirt in the process, her sweet, pillowy thighs and modest, yet delightfully teasing panties on display just before she brought her foot down in another full power stomp.

This pain was by far the most blissful yet… it was with all of the decisive solidness of her earlier stomps, but without the guilt or fear… this was done knowingly, and with good intent. Indeed, it was a ballbusting born out of love… and that’s exactly how it felt, even more pleasurable than it was painful. As she crushed my nuts, a wave of semen erupted from my engorged cock, flying up and staining my shirt. It was the finest, proudest orgasm of my life, bar none.

She was blushing madly as she surveyed me. “W-Wow… I can’t believe I just did that. I’ve never made a man cum before, most certainly not… l-like that...”

“Y-You’re… amazing…” I gasped. She tried to hide her face, embarrassed… but it was the truth. For as much as she struggled with the idea of hurting another human being consciously, her subconscious mind had but one track to it when it came to self-defense. Whether she knew it or not, Fitte… my girlfriend, Fitte… was an absolute natural when it came to busting nuts, an absolute ballblasting machine.

Praise be, I am an absurdly lucky man…

Fitte passed me by and walked over to the door, stopping to glance back at me with a look I’d never quite seen from her before. “If you, um… have anything left… I’ll be waiting for you in your bed~”

Her face was bright red with blush, as though she couldn’t believe she’d just said such a thing, and yet her expression seemed to contain within it more pride than I’d ever seen. I already felt strongly for her, but in that moment, I could only have one thought… ‘God, I love that woman.’

It was a struggle, but with a motivator like that, I was able to pick myself up off the floor and stride over, kicking away my pants in the process. That night, we made love for the first time… and for the entire duration, Fitte kept her hands on my balls, firmly yet gently squeezing them as I ravaged her and she in turn ravaged me… when we finally both finished, the power of her own climax caused her hands to clench around my testicles, just in time to force out every bit of cum I held within me.

Thus was the beginning of a new phase in our wonderful relationship...