Tracey Ruins My Balls

All it would take is a tap of that heel...

            Tracey came home from work to find me panicking, yelping nonsense words while pressing my crotch against the kitchen bench. I was gagged with some old brown and sweaty gym socks. She paused for a moment assessing my situation.

            “Huh,” she mused and put her handbag down for closer inspection.

            My eyes were rolling backward in my head and I was beyond communicating my agony to Tracey.

            She leaned in for closer inspection and lifted up the front of my shirt to find my nuts jammed into a locked drawer.

            I was still keening through the excruciating pain.

            “Your balls locked in there tight, huh?”

            I nodded desperately.

            “That’s too bad,” she smirked as she slammed her fist into the drawer. The intense burst of pain sent waves of agony through my body and I nearly fainted. Tracey hugged me from the side, grabbing the back of my head and pushing me over the counter, so I wouldn’t fall down and tear my nuts off.

            “There there,” she cooed. “Just breathe. They’re only balls.”

            Nikki walked in wearing a bra and panties.

            “Hey Nikki, did he do this to himself?”

            “Well,” she said matter-of-factly. “He put his balls in and was applying some pressure and then I snuck up behind him and slammed it shut and then locked it.” She pulled the key from her bra and waved it around victoriously.

            “How long had he been like this?”

            “Oh, I’d say the better part of the day.”

            “Well, we’d better let him out before his balls drop off.”

            “Um, no, we won’t. When I caught him he was using his phone to watch a video of some redhead named Kendra James instructing him to bust his balls.”

            “Oh…” 

            Gullible Nikki had finally figured out Tracey’s and my ruse.

            “This whole time we’ve been thinking we’ve been helping him with his medical condition, but really he’s been getting off on our hands and feet mangling his nads!”

            “But you’re his girlfriend, shouldn’t’ you be getting him off anyway?”

            “Yeah, but I’m hot, Tracey. I’ll make him blow his load only when I get everything I want. Jewelry, flowers, fancy dinners, my rent paid, new shoes, you know like a strong independent woman. And you’re his friend, you’re not supposed to be anywhere near his nuts!”

            “You’re right, Nikki! I had no idea he was such a perv!” She turned to face me mischievously. “You know what we should do? If he likes having his nuts busted so much, we should bust them for good.”

            “Good!” Yelled Nikki as she kicked the drawer with her bare foot, the sound of twigs snapping emanated from my groin. The tears began flooding down my face uncontrollably.

            “But not like this, we should make it a public humiliation.”

            “But how?” asked Nikki, keen to crush what was left of my balls to a pulp.

            “Trust me.” She said propping herself up on the kitchen bench next to me. She lifted her leg over my head and straddled me, her stocking and heeled legs fell to either side of my trapped package. I caught a great view of her black panties up her miniskirt, but was too overcome to appreciate it.

            “Nikki, come hold him up from behind.” Nikki did as told and I could feel her breasts pressing against me.

            Tracey pulled her phone out form her bra and began recording my torture. “Say hi for the people watching your castration Danny.” She sang.

            I was unable to speak.

            Tracey narrated for the video. “As you can see Daniel’s balls are trapped in this drawer and by the looks of them, they’re pretty much useless now.”

            She kicked her left heel into the drawer, eliciting a howl of pain and an audible crunch.

            “That would be the sound of nuts crunching. You’re definitely not going to be able to have children, Danny. All because you have a sick fetish for our pretty little feet busting your nuts.”

            I was crying unstoppably, my face flush in pain.

            “That’s why his cock’s so hard,” she looked down at it, focusing the camera on my swollen member.

Tracey squeezed her knees together, rubbing the nylon stockings against the side of my engorged penis and trapped scrotum.

“Danny played a trick on us and now he has to pay the price with his balls. Now, time for your last orgasm.”

Her stockings worked me into frenzy, amidst the pain I was still working toward a climax.

“When he cums, Nikki, kick the drawer and leave your foot pressed firmly into it. I want him to remember his last orgasm for the rest of his life.”

Nikki was more than happy to oblige. My eyes bulged as I neared climax, all from Tracey’s stocking clad thighs. I gasped and shot forth a thick load of semen, and before I could react Nikki’s foot had me in blinding pain.

I continued to cum until my balls were completely drained. Nikki’s foot kept the pressure on me long after I’d finished cumming. I gagged but I’d been stuck in the drawer all day and so had nothing to throw up.

Tracey then placed my hands on her upper thighs. She looked me in the eyes, “It’s nap time, Danny. When you wake up you’ll be our little neutered pet.” She raised her legs up until her bent knee was at my chin. Then in a flurry of vicious back heel kicks into the drawer, I was unconscious.

When I woke, I found myself lying on the kitchen floor. I looked down at my groin to the site of my testicles. I felt them desperately; there was nothing but misshapen lumps that pained to the touch. My agonized response brought Tracey and Nikki back into the room.

“Well, well, we had fun while it lasted, but we’ve decided you have to move out.” I was not in the mood for bad news. “But you won’t go far, you’ll now be living in the garage. You’ll be our spayed pet!

“And we got your vasectomy on tape, so any peeps about our new arrangement and it’s all over Facebook.”

“What arrangement?” I groaned.

Nikki chimed in, “You’re paying for everything now: our rent, clothes, bills, all of it and spending money too.”

“I already did that.”

“Yeah, but now for Tracey too!”

I nodded, thoroughly emasculated physically and mentally. Nikki didn’t know that Tracey was already cash-raping me in exchange for foot fetish and ballbusting services. I wasn’t in the mood for explanations.

Tracey concluded, “And just to show you that there are no grudges, we would still like you to clean our shoes!” She said it like I’d won the lottery. “And you can start now.”

She sauntered over to my defeated mound on the floor. Her open-toed work heels click-clacked sexily up to my face. I leaned over and began licking her toe. Darting my tongue between the sweaty worn lining and her beautiful toes.

A strange feeling came over me, a new pain emanated from my balls. I groaned, and slowly my useless cock rose to attention.

“Well, well, sterile but not castrated. I guess we’ll have to fix that some other time.”