A Story About Remy

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A Story About Remy

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Since you’ve been so good about following my teases to the letter, I’ve decided to reward you with another story. This one was written by a slave of mine. I hope it inspires you bust your own balls with new vigor and intensity

I'm always anxious when I go to see Remy. I'm super excited; I'm about to have smoking hot girl bust the shit out of my balls (sorry, her balls). But on the other hand, I never know if this will be the visit where she takes it too far. Remy always seems to know just where the line is, and is able to walk right up to the limit without going too far. Of course, the more I see her, the further that limit is.

This session started like all sessions with Remy. As soon as I walked in the door I knelt down and kissed the tops of her feet. "Kiss that which causes you pain" she always says. Then I went to the bathroom and disrobed. I went back to the main room to begin our session. At this point, all anxiety disappeared. My pace was steady, arms calm, breath even. For some reason, I always get strangely relaxed in the moments before the session starts, even though I spend days thinking about this moment. “The calm before the storm” as Remy likes to call it.

I stood in front of her, legs spread with my hands clasped behind my head. Remy was wearing these bright blue thigh high socks that matched her blue thong and sports bra. In our first few sessions she dressed more conservatively, but she let loose as we got comfortable with each other. I liked to think it was my reward for taking so much of her punishment. “The goal for today is to deliver the most unrestrained, brutal, violent, painful, sadistic ballbusting testicle torture ever.” Gulp!

At first she stood in front of me, letting me take in her beautiful form as she assessed me. "Tell me boy, are you still sore from last time?" I said that I was a little sore, but it wasn't too bad. "It's about to be much worse." she slowly walked behind me, her footsteps muffled by the socks. I jumped slightly as I felt her foot graze my nutsack, but it was a gentle touch so I tried to calm myself. Remy hated when I overreacted. I took a deep breath, but right as I finished exhaling I felt it. Her foot slammed into my family jewels, turning my exposed testicles into two burning, aching orbs at the center of my existence. I crumpled immediately at her feet.

This was not good. "Aw, one kick was all it took?" She rolled me on to my back and pushed my hands away. While both nuts hurt like hell, the left one in particular felt like it had broken in half. This was going to be a long session.

Remy rolled me onto my back and sat down on my stomach, her fingers reaching between my legs. She grabbed one ball in each hand, and I felt her cold fingers rolling them around so her thumbs were in prime squeezing position. "This might smart a bit" she laughed before clamping down.

I immediately felt the shooting pain from my balls into my body. I started shaking, begging "please oh god please stop". This only made her squeeze harder. We had established safe words our first session; "yellow" means take a break, "red" means end the session. We had an unspoken agreement that I would never use the safe word, and I had never even used yellow once. So my begging fell on deaf ears, and she just squeezed harder. I thought I could actually feel my right ball flattening, and somehow Remy had found the exact spot on my left ball that hurt the most. I tried desperately to grab at my crotch but Remy's body was in the way. Each flail seemed to make her squeeze harder. “I want that pain to radiate all the way up in sharp spikes, all the way through your body. I want it to hurt so bad there are tears running from your eyes!”

After what felt like an eternity, she loosened her grip. I started gasping for air, barely managing to spew out thank yous between gasps.

I should have squeezed longer

"Do you have anything else to say to me?" She asked accusingly

"Thank you ... mistress?" I hesitantly gasped

She gave them a forceful slap that caused my body to shake. "Anything else?" Her tone even more accusing.

I racked the tiny portion of my brain not obsessed with the pain. I didn’t want to disappoint my mistress. As she raised her hand to slap me again I managed to blurt out "please squeeze them harder mistress!"

"Of course. Let's do them one at a time to see which hurts worse." Of course, she started with the left one, which felt like it was split in half already. She grasped it in her fingers (it felt like she got 4-5 fingers as well as both thumbs on there). As she clamped down the pain was unbearable. I started flailing wildly. I couldn't breathe or talk, only make weird mewling sounds. Sweat started to form on my chest and all I could think about or feel was Remy's vice grip on my left testicle. She started pulsing her grip and each pulse sent shivers of pain through my body. Right as I felt myself starting to pass out she let go.

I hate when they pass out. I don’t want them to escape the pain.

"You must be liking this, boy, you're rock hard." I hadn't even noticed, and I definitely hadn't noticed the precum dripping everywhere. It's like she was literally squeezing the cum out, and the pain was too intense for me to even notice the small but growing puddle of cum on my stomach. It wouldn't be the first time she had made me cum through ballbusting, and I doubt it would be the last.

She got a good grip of my right nut. “I’d tell you to relax, but I kinda like it when you twitch under my fingers”. When she clamped down, it was horrible, but not nearly as bad as the left one. I kept control of my limbs except for some minor twitches, and I only groaned instead of the strange mewling sounds from earlier. Remy definitely noticed. She commented that her first kick must have hit the left nut. “Let’s see if we have better luck with this.” She clasped her hands together, raised them over her head, and slammed them down. I bucked wildly and screamed. As my screams softened to moans, she said “By the time I’m done, your balls are going to be swollen like baseballs, and maybe purple and blue.”

I’m surprised he didn’t mention how long I spent rolling his balls between my fingers. I’m not sure there’s anything quite as sweet as the feeling of smashed nuts, and a firm grip on their ballsack keeps them from writhing too wildly


She got up, and yanked me up to my feet by my hair.

As she was lining up her kick she informed me, "You know, I am going to make you come today, but we're a long ways away from that now." I felt her foot slam into my crotch, but the pain was blunt and brief, and I primarily felt her ankle hitting the skin right beneath my balls. She had missed. Another bad sign. Remy hated to miss.

On her second kick, she took a two step head start, and literally jumped so all of her momentum would be transferred from her foot to my already aching nutsack. I watched, as if in slow motion, her bright blue sock lift up behind her before arching beautifully straight into my crotch. This time she was spot on. I felt my eggs squish against her beautiful toes. It felt wonderful, in a gut-wrenchingly painful sort of way. I let out a pathetic little whimper before collapsing to the ground. If I weren't in such extreme agony, I would have cum right then and there. Her arms raised above her head as she kicked, her foot made the most satisfying smacking sound on my testicles, and she let out the most evil laugh as I curled up whimpering in the fetal position. It was like we were straight out of a ballbusting porno. I was in too much pain to look up and see what she was doing, but I'm sure she was posing as she softly taunted me. "That was a good one wasn't it? Do they hurt a bit? Are you gonna be sick?"

Remy decided I wouldn’t be able to keep my legs open on my own for the next bit, so she strapped me in to a spreader bar. She had me get down on all fours. My balls dangled, exposed and swollen between my legs. She positioned her right foot in front of the spreader bar. “This is gonna suck for you.” I lurched forward with a distressed yelp after her first kick. “Do you have anything to say to me?”

“Please kick me harder mis..” she kicked me before I could finish the sentence. Her foot made a resounding smack against my pelvis, nuts trapped between. I let out a yell. “Aw, that sounds like it feels good!” She unleashed a flurry of kicks that left me feeling nauseous. I could feel the strength leaving my body; she only stopped when I had collapsed completely on the floor, hands uselessly between my legs.

She removed the spreader bar, which gave me a few seconds to compose myself. Too quickly, though, she pulled me up to my feet again. I kept looking down and clutching at my crotch. This pissed her off. “Look at me! Eye contact as I obliterate your manhood!” She put her hands on my shoulders and stared me straight in the eye. “This will make it feel all better, I promise.” She raised her knee viciously in to my nuts. I doubled over and gasped, but honestly it wasn’t a direct hit. Remy yanked me back up and threw my hands out of the way. Her second knee did not miss. The pain was enormous as I fell over and curled up in a fetal position just clutching my swollen balls as paralyzing jolts of pain ebbed deep into my stomach. “Oh, what’s the matter? Are you hurt?”

Honestly, I was pissed. I didn’t get to look him in the eye as I got him with the really good knee. I love the way his face trembles in fear beforehand, the way his eyes widen as he feels his manhood flattened against his pelvis, the face of pain as he tries to comprehend his destruction.


Mercifully, she gave me a moment to just roll on the ground and catch my breath. I regretted not being able to stand up sooner as soon as she asked me “Are you ready for some real damage?”

Remy led me to a waist-height counter top with a strange piece of would on the edge. She helped me pull my nuts through the hole in the wood, so my exposed nutsack was lying flat on the counter with nowhere to hide. "They're so red" she said, softly patting them. "They're about to get a lot redder you know." "I know" I replied, looking into her eyes. "They're going to get soooo sore" she continued in her sexy voice, her pats quickly becoming slaps. I started begging when she climbed up on the counter “oh god no please no don’t please you’ll break them please” but she ignored me. I desperately wanted to code right then and there but knew that if I did Remy would be Grade A pissed and may never agree to see me again. Right as I was about to say something she started talking.

“Let’s see, how should I start this? Let’s try this” She stuck her toes right square in between each testicle, making sure each ball was trapped under her foot. She slowly leaned forward, increasing the weight bit by bit. It was all I could do to gasp “oh god oh god oh god”.

“Now, I know this may be a bit … uncomfortable … for you, so I’ll give you a reward to keep you interested”. She reached her arms behind her back and seductively undid her bra, all without moving her foot. Her breasts spilled out of her bra as she unhooked, small brown nipples slowly revealing themselves. Before I could truly appreciate her feminine form, my eyes were filled with stars. Remy had lifted her other foot off the counter, and put her whole weight squarely on my swollen gonads. I felt every tendon and nerve exploding under her foot. “You’re in so much pain you can’t even look!” It was all I could do to grab helplessly at her calves. She dug her toes in to the delicate orbs, twisting and turning as if she was trying to put out a cigarette butt. The creaking of my strained bollocks was almost audible as my scrotum turned white from the pressure. I’d like to say I screamed, but I don’t think my sounds were that coherent.

They weren’t. He sounded like a dying animal. Music to my fucking ears.


She then picked up her leg and stomped, this time her flat sole squishing them against the table. I let out a pained wail and my torso and legs jerked wildly while my eyes bulged out of my head. Remy had to raise her voice to talk over my cries. "You know, I’m unlikely to rupture your balls, but I’ve probably already bruised them. A bruise will hurt for days with no permanent damage. If we go just a little further though …” she tormented. She then lifted up her other foot, standing again with all of her weight. She jerked her thigh-high covered foot as though twisting a knife and I cried out in pain. She bounced vigorously, each iteration like a fuzzy, woolen punch to the core of my being. Every fiber was twisted up, thrashing, trying to escape the punishment. It didn’t help that she was explaining as she was bouncing: “you see, balls can only take 120 lbs of pressure before they pop. Lucky for you I only weight 105! How does it feel with your balls completely crushed under my foot?”

I can’t believe he told people what I weigh. I’ll have to punish him for that!


Finally, she relented. I collapsed to the floor in the fetal position as soon as I could get my nuts out of the wooden contraption and off the counter. Remy wasted no time rolling me onto my back and sitting on my stomach, arms trapped under her legs. She likes to move quickly from method to method so you don’t have time to recover. The pain starts out unbearable and only gets worse. “Let me have a look; I want to see the damage I’ve done.” She started rolling my aching, burning, swollen testicles between her fingers. “Your balls feel great! I’m going to enjoy destroying them.” She glanced back at my face as I whimpered. Her gentle rolling was sending shockwaves of pain through my body. “Don’t look so scared, it’s gonna be fun! Lots of fun.” She poked and prodded for another minute or two before removing her hair band and using it to secure my balls nice and tight at the base of my nutsack. “Your balls look like they’re gonna fucking explode! It must be humiliating knowing you’re going to feel this for quite awhile.”

With my hands restrained, balls tied nice and securely, and dick on the edge of exploding, Remy went to work. She started punching mercilessly, at what must have been hundreds of punches per minute. I can honestly say I had never been in so much pain in my life. I couldn't think of anything but the pain, yet somehow each punch was exquisite. I felt her fist punch deep into the meat of testicles and I felt them crunch against my leg over and over. I felt the internal parts of each nut scrambling around with each punch. I felt her naked skin on my naked skin and I felt the horrible feeling in my stomach get worse with each punch. I could literally feel my testicles swelling and burning up in her grip. She was a true professional; she was careful to punch each portion of both testicles. Some punches were to the front, some to the back, each side, and many many direct hits. I was screaming and tugging with all my might when I felt the cum start to rise.

When I cum normally, from sex or masturbation, the cum normally shoots out. Even if I don't have a porno worthy "cumshot" it definitely comes out in spurts. But the few times I've cum from ballbusting it just sort of dribbles out. It's not pleasurable, and honestly I'd rather have blue balls. Remy doesn't stop when it's over either. She keeps on punching until she is absolutely 100% sure that every last drop has been beaten out.

So when I felt the first bit of cum dribble out, I knew it wasn't the end. Remy yelled out "get ready"!" And somehow managed to punch harder and faster. The punches kept coming and coming until there was a pool of cum on my stomach. And I didn't think it was possible, but the punches hurt worse and worse as more and more cum came out. She stopped for one second to say “I’m gonna make sure you have no sperm left, and you’ll never be able to make sperm again!” When she started punching again, I couldn’t help it. I passed out.

I came to with a jolt a few seconds later with Remy’s foot rammed in my crotch. I was completely obliterated. Remy had gotten up and kicked my empty balls to wake me up. “I wanted to give new meaning to the phrase ‘blue balls’!” My only response was to pathetically curl up in the fetal position. I couldn't get up or move, all I could do was lay there and clutch desperately at what was left of my manhood. I didn't even have the strength to look up and admire Remy's beautiful body. I had been too consumed with wonderful agony to get a good look at her exposed tits, and I could only admire her thigh high socks when they were lodged between my legs. I wish I could have seen through the tears to see her pussy lips strain through her delicate blue panties. Each ball felt like it was on fire and weighed 100 pounds, despite being recently emptied of all their contents. As I tried to delicately cradle them in my hands, it felt like they had at least doubled in size, but thankfully they were both still there (and whole). Upon inspection, each one was various shades of purple. I just cried pitifully. Remy and I had worked out an agreement that I could spend as long as I needed recuperating on her floor when we were finished with our sessions. Some sessions that was over an hour.

I lay there pathetically, unable to make use of my crippled limbs. Wave after wave of agony poured over me, if I had eaten recently I would have vomited. It took me 3 hours before I could even muster up the strength to stand. It took me a week and a half to walk normally.


So there it is slave. I hope someday you will be as diligent and faithful with your destruction.
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Re: A Story About Remy

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Oh god, I would love for Remy to destroy my balls. Maybe she would rent my balls to Hunter - I have smashed my balls for her dozens of times each month. That was a great story - let me get sock weapon and reenact it :D
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