*all characters 18 and consenting, please read part 1 for context. Harder Ballbusting and some CBT elements time. Stay horny my lovelies xx

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“Sorry for keeping you so late Armando.” I said, graciously receiving my bosses formerly cum stained black shirt from the dry cleaner.

“It’s alright, the broads in your building are always wanting something cleaned, steamed or touched up.” Armando said clicking the fee into the register

“Can’t say I’ve ever seen a cum stained top before though.” He added jokingly, prodding fun at my now reddening face.

“Boss just tells me to get these cleaned I don’t ask how she got them.” I replied tapping my card against the card reader.

“Awfully late to be doing laundry, you got a staff party on or something?” Armando asked curiously, as if searching for an invite.

“Training day.” I replied, unsure of what that phrase would truly entail.

“I’ll never understand you corporate types.” Armando said turning around and heading deeper into the store.

Without another word I tucked the shirt under my arm and made my way to my car. I felt my dick and balls twinge with nervous energy as goosebumps covered my body. Turning over the engine I sighed deeply, focusing myself. I needed to earn my job back, one way or another…

The racetrack was almost on the complete opposite side of town from the dry cleaner, our office building between the two like a halfway house. Pulling up the racetrack itself was dark, the building to the left however was fully illuminated, booming with the bustle of party people. Music leaked out onto the street as I walked up, opening the door, still in my work clothes.

As the doors opened I saw countless faces I recognised engaged in deep conversation. Women from the sales department in long gowns, their hair in almost matching high buns. Some HR ladies wore short, tighter dresses adorned with denim jackets or silk scarves to keep them warm. The room smelt fancy, a rich bouquet of fruit.

Walking further in, I felt as heads turned and conversations became about me. Making my way past various cohorts and cliques, I snagged a champagne flute from a passing caterer, downing the entire thing before placing it down on a nearby table.

At the far end of the large hall, overlooking the dimly lit race track was Kathy. Dressed in a pair of blue jeans that sculpted her ass perfectly. She laughed casually with one of the executives whose name escaped me, the tassels of her brown jacket whipping around her body as she laughed.

My dick began to grow firm in my pants as my eyes made contact with her iconic cowgirl boots, the mere sight flooding my mind with images of her domination of my cock and balls.

Flashes of her canning them against her table I grew firmer still as the visage of her supremely devastating kick, the one that literally kicked the cum outta my balls, grew me to full mast.

‘Fuck not now!’ I thought, my thick, fat bulge clearly visible through my suit pants.

“Nate!” I heard Kathy beckon from across the way, signalling to me to come over.

Shuffling slowly over, trying to give my boner time to die down I was greeted by Kathy warmly, and her other acquaintance, whose name I still couldn’t place.

“Let me take that.” Kathy said, ripping the short from my hands.

The unnamed colleague gasped, placing a gloved hand over her mouth, her blue eyes glaring from behind her Prada glasses.

“Looks like we’ll have to start training early.” Kathy said disappointedly, taking the final sip of her champagne before passing it to her acquaintance as if she were the help.

Kathy ran a soft, long finger down my arm, causing my hairs to raise to attention before clasping my hand within hers. She gave me a tug and, knowing my que, I followed.

Leading me now past more of my coworkers, my bulge all but apparent, many many women giggled and snorted, whispering jabs I couldn’t hear which grew me even more firm.

Their elegant attire coupled with their bratty, bitchy nature had me going buck wild, although I couldn’t and wouldn’t admit it aloud. Had earlier today been an awakening? Only time would tell.

Leading me into a back room, Kathy pushed me into the large expanse, the room devoid of all furniture and clutter save for two boxes.

Stark white and obscenely bright she walked over and closed the main door, opening before opening a service entrance to the outside.

“Are we taking a walk ma’am?” I asked formerly.

Before my question could be answered I saw a group of 10 girls burst through the door in single file at a jogging pace.

Although they wore formal gowns and backless dresses they wore muddy sneakers and panted hard, their breath out of reach.

The group huddled together, and began taking off their sneakers, placing them in a large black box. Next to the black box was another identical one; coloured white.

Now standing shoeless their gorgeous bare feet glistening with a light veil of sweat.

Unconsciously I licked my lips as I ran my eyes from one gorgeous lady to the other. I felt like my cock would burst through my skin as Kathy addressed the room;

“Ladies, thank you for running around the racetrack, warming up is paramount to avoid injuries. My good friend here, Nate, who you may know as the head of client retention will be more than willing to help you cool off.” She said quickly sack tapping me.

I fell to my knees, cupping my sore swollen balls, the pain from earlier not fully subsided. As awful as the pain was I craved another.

Fondling my balls from the ground I saw a line from in front of me; all the gorgeous, affluent women standing in a row, their pose poised and delicate.

Kathy pulled me up back to my knees, then with a causal boot to my back, kicked me to all fours. Facing the carpet now, I began to leak uncontrollably, my horniness rising like the sea level.

Suddenly, a glistening foot appeared between my gaze and the carpet; “Be a dear and clean our girls up Nate.” Kathy barked, pushing her heel into my spine.

Unable to move I began licking the first set of feet, the sweat tangy.

Every lick curled my tongue up, my features scrunching.

After licking the foot clean, before I could regain composure another set of sexy bare feet were presented to me, I tried to look up but felt the heel dig deep once more.

The second set tasted awful, the smell abhorrent. I felt like gagging as I cleaned the musk from between her toes, small pieces of lint catching on my tongue.

The group of girls laughed in a chorus, some even in bratty tones belittling me;

“Awh his little cock is dripping from licking Sally’s toes.” One lady called

“I bet he fucking loves our sweaty smelly feet.” Called another.

“Why is this perv here? I thought this training day was girls only?” A third called, it appearing to be the lady whose feet were currently in my mouth.

As I polished each of their feet off with ferocious licks of my tongue, lapping up the sweat I felt the aura shift as their conversations grew bored. Before their chatter could raise to a high key Kathy quickly took charge;

“Ladies now that you’re sufficiently dry, please let me welcome you to our first training day!”

The group roared back, finally paying attention

“In this room is a group of powerful women. The leaders of a new generation. Ladies who take charge, grab life by the balls and shatter…glass ceilings—“ Kathy continued, addressing some of the ladies with gentle looks.

On my knees now, I knelt quietly watching as Kathy captivated the room; “—to be a lady of those virtues I just mentioned you must be powerful, confident and ruthless. With that said I ask all of you to strip down to your undies, flexibility tonight will be key.”

As a leader does, Kathy led the charge, throwing her brown tassel jacket to the side of the room followed by her super tight white top. Her breasts barely held in by the very same cherry adorned bralet from earlier in the day. She undid the top button of her mom jeans, barely able to stretch the fabric over her massive, round ass. They gripped to her strong legs the material hugging her as I longed to.

Before long Kathy stood in her underwear; a bralet concealing massive round tits and a thin black g string, barely covering her tight asshole and gorgeous pussy.

Not to be outdone the band of women stripped, following her lead. It was a feast for the eyes as women of all shapes and sizes, races and ages striped before me. Stealthily I grabbed my thickened member and stroked slowly, trying to move ever so slowly to avoid suspicion.

Red lingerie hiding small perky breasts, wire bras creating bountiful cleavage, see through panties revealing immaculate cunts and silk stockings accentuating long luscious legs.

I began to stroke faster now, I couldn’t help it, all the women had changed now, save for one. Even Claire had stripped down into a strapless black bra and a pair of bright pink panties with a cutesy bow.

Turning my attention now to Jean, cock in hand, pleasure building rapidly, I watched with bated breath, holding back terrible moans as she slid her dress off revealing matching teal bra and panty set, the material silky smooth, an obvious designer brand.

She adjusted the panty straps to sit across her hips, revealing a tattoo just above her pussy that was hidden from view.

As I jacked my pecker, longing to feel any and all of their hot cunts on my face, their juices cascading over me I read the tattoo. In a sexy italic font the words read;

‘Lucky you’

I came. I couldn’t help it, the sheer visual feast and bitchy tones were all too much, the bratty tattoo the final nail in my orgasm coffin. Unable to control my vocal chords I grunted loudly

“Ughhh fuuuuccckk.”

The girls all turned their attention to me, as if before hand I had been invisible, now they looked on in shock as I spewed creamy white cum all over the floor; making a thick mess.

Rope after rope left my cock, the warm oozing causing my eyes to roll back, the feeling beyond compare. As the world faded back into view and my ears could listen again I heard a rogue voice call;

“Ewww he came!” The one in red lingerie called.

“The little perv was beating off as we got changed!” Another added, her nipples hard as diamonds

“Bet this is the most action he’s gotten in years.” A third remarked

“Ever actually.” Called Claire

I went flush red with embarrassment, the humiliation like a ghoul about to devour me.

Kathy giggled from behind me; “I thought you two were, you know, an item.”

Claire looked at me, her face immaculate and her tone bitchy; “We would’ve been if her could’ve got it up.”

Could the world not just swallow me up? I felt so small, like a cockroach beneath their feet. They all knew my secret shame.

I wasn’t even a pre-jac, I was a no pussy virgin. I talked a big game sure but had never sealed the deal. I felt worthless, shooting two cumshots in less than a couple to hours over being kicked in the balls by my MILF boss and from watching girls change who wouldn’t even let me breathe near them. Pathetic.

I tried to muster up the courage to respond but felt the words dissipate as my mouth opened.

The group laughed and pointed, mimicking jerk off movements and poking their tongues out. Like a victim I sat still and took it, my member shrunken and useless.

“It seems like now is a good as time as ever! Ladies please help yourself to whatever pair of shoes you’d like from the white box. They’re assorted so it’s first in best dressed.” Kathy said ordering the girls to the box.

They all rushed the box, leaving me in my stoop, lonely. Not even Kathy remained, she disappeared out back to the party momentarily before returning with a metal pole with two clasps on either end and a small cage like device.

Looking over I saw the girls in their underwear fighting over shoes. Some grabbed big black boots while others reached for pointy t-trap heels. Claire put on a pair of sexy wedges while Jean put on a pair of open toed sandals.

Before I knew it the horde approached me and encircled me, their towering tall frames causing me to shrink down in fear, my member shaking with anticipation

“Ladies, would you be so kind as to raise Nate from the floor and hold him still please?” Kathy said almost dismissively

Immediately the group came upon me, their hands grabbing and pulling at me, ripping my clothes off fully. Now naked and limp I was pulled tightly and felt the cold metal of the metal bar be placed on my legs;

“This is a spreader, should stop you closing your legs—“ Kathy began pulling the leather clasps tight. “—and this” Kathy said, holding out a small black cock cage with no hole at the end;

“—is to make sure you don’t blow your seed over these lovely girls like you did to me earlier.” She said stuffing my cock into the top small cage, locking it quickly.

I filled up the chastity item too much, my limp cock fully constricted. It was an unwelcome tightness.

Kathy backed up and gestured for 8 of the 10 girls to form a line, telling the two that were gripping me the firmest to stay put. Scared out of my wits and unable to grow hard Kathy addressed the ladies again;

“Tonight’s training exercise be about besting the company mantra into our friend Nate here. The training will consist of three parts; the first ‘be strong enough to beat your competitors.” Kathy roared emphatically the doors to the party swinging open revealing a man being led in, the spreader bar already attached. I hadn’t seen this man before.

“This is Jack, he works in IT—“ Kathy said ripping his pants off to reveal a similar black cock cage. “—whoever can take the most kicks from you lovely ladies will receive a 20% salary increase and four weeks of paid time off, the loser will be fired and have his balls…terminated.”

Ice cold shivers ran up my spine as the girls howled, clambering to begin. Kathy told one of the ladies holding me to grab Jack.

Now both forcefully held upright, unable to move or protect our nuts the 8 girls split into half, four for me and for four Jack. Forming a line I felt my cock harden inside the already way to tight cage. Before we were prepared the onslaught began.

As if running a medley they first girls kicked us fast and hard, the pointed stilettos stabbing Jack’s sack while the big gothic boot smashed mine.

Jack let out a blood curdling scream, the pain acute and sharp while mine flared all across my balls never settling in one place. Before we could breathe the next girls came forward powerfully punting our worthless sacks.

The loud slap of their sandals against our balls echoing through the hall. My knees folded in only to be pushed apart but the girl behind me, Jack whimpered, falling limply into the ladies hand who held him.

The third pair came up, the wedges of Jack’s lady cracking his right nut powerfully, he couldn’t stand but his handler held him firm, letting the girls dominate him.

My cock felt like it would burst the cage. No pleasure was coming and I knew I couldn’t grow anymore. The pain in my dick and balls was almost too intense. Shaking my head I continued, as the fourth girls came up being out handlers who had switched with the girls who had already gone.

Placing her hands on my shoulders she surprised me, launching her naked knee hard into my swollen sack, her lingerie covered body utterly magnificent. Her boobs bounced and jiggled as she bought up a second “bonus” knee up into me, with the focus being on my left nut.

“Fuck!” I yelled feeling the pain envelop me. I crumbled and felt myself give way, only still standing by the grace of my handler.

Looking over to Jack now, his nuts puffy and red. Shaking like a leaf and sweating profusely he quivered as the final two girls approached; Claire and Jean.

I felt like my cock was going to snap. I needed to be fully erect but the cage prevented that. I was on the verge of cumming but I couldn’t do it caged, at least I think I can’t - it was painfully erotic.

How I longed to stroke away the incredible pain, to orgasm, to flood my brain with natural pain relief.

I couldn’t continue. I had to give in. I wasn’t strong enough. As my eyes closed and I felt the pain whisper to me to cry and drift off into the depths of slumber, unconsciousness preferable to the unending pain my body was in. I had been throttled and Kathy saved the best two for last.

Recalling her words that the loser’s nuts would be terminated I forced my eyes open and, incredibly, stood firm once more on my feet.

My cock was wildly shaking, the cage rattling in the air, the six women already gone pointing and laughing at my shaking body as Jack quivered next to me.

“If you two stallions survive this, we’ll do another round. Ladies, are you ready?” Kathy said, as if commentating a race.

Claire nodded in agreement, her nipples poking hard through her black bra. I studied her gorgeous tight body as she readied to boot Jack’s balls clean off his body and noticed, to my utter surprise her bright pink panties were now a darker shade; as if they were damp…

She was wet! She had soaked through her panties at the mere sight of our pain, the juices making the material so transparent that we could see her puffy pussy lips. Excitedly, she stretched some more as Jack pleaded, snot, tears & salvia pouring down his face.

Looking now to my opponent, Jean, her teal panties equally soaked through. Looking across the room it was abundantly apparent that all the girls had soaked through, in fact, through teary eyes it looked like some girls were even rubbing themselves as they watched the show unfold in front of them.

As if to add to my growing humiliation and inability to enjoy my cock twinges, Jean smiled at me, her face devoid of care and utterly breath taking. She unclasped her bra, it falling to the floor to review two massive, perky tits.

A boob job had to have been done, they were just too perfect not to be hand crafted. Between her tits another sexy, bratty tattoo taunted me.

Squinting I read the words just a little too late as her sexy sandalled foot connected with my balls, the vertical tattoo reading;

‘Made you look’

The sandal connected flatly against my ballsack, crushing them utterly against my body. Writhing in pain and letting out a scream of pain I felt a brand new sensation cum over me; a caged orgasm. Letting me drop to the floor, my handler limply tossed me down.

Falling hard into the carpet I clutched my aching, truly damaged balls as my cage filled with warm sticky cum. With no opening it had nowhere to go.

The pressure was awful, it almost felt like it wasn’t able to fully exit my shaft. I thrust on the ground, trying to catch even the vaguest glimpse of friction to make the orgasm worth while.

I felt nothing.

No release, no pain-dulling relief, no earth shattering, nerve frying pleasure; nothing.

Nursing my sore and battered balls, now seeing welts and bruises forming I started to cry. Not only had I cum and it was worthless, not only was I in ground breaking levels of pain I never thought possible but I had lost to Jack. My balls would be terminated. I was a loser.

Rolling now onto my back I saw, to my surprise that Claire hadn’t kicked him yet. The frenzy of girls behind her called out wildly for the devastating kick to be fired off.

Girls played with their nipples and stroked their clits, while others inserted fingers, one, two, three at a time into themselves only taking them out to taste their own wetness.

Looking now I watched helplessly, feeling sorry for Jack but even more so I felt bitter. I wanted him to lose I wanted my balls. I deserved to keep them. I pushed myself upright as Claire launched her foot, praying with all my might that it fucked Jack up.

The snap kick landed on point, her heavy wedge shoe connecting solidly with his already bruised nuts, which had swollen to double the size. The smack was so loud but it was drowned out by an even more sound;

POP.

Jack wailed like a banshee in flight, breaking free of his handler to grab his now ruptured sack, the wedge absolutely demolishing Jack’s left testicle.

Flattened like a balloon with no air he flailed around, his screams drowning out the orgasmic moans of the ladies so far behind me.

He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t stand or speak. Pain was all he knew now and his life was forever changed.

Suddenly I felt the familiar frustration of my cock wiggling wildly. As he writhed in a pain unending I felt my cock cage fill even further with a stick wet mess. Like a sausage casing overfilled I felt the pressure, the damage already done to my cock.

Kathy began to clap, fully ignoring Jack’s crumpled useless body; “Claire go clean your shoes dear.” Was all she said as she leaned down to me, clasping my big fat balls in her hand.

My hot balls felt as they cooled off in her cold hand. Holding me firm she put the key in the lock and twisted, lifting off the cage.

Had this meant I won? Was I safe? Too many questions littered my mind as my cock flopped out into the open air the puddle of cum spilling all over my legs and stomach before pouring off me onto the floor. Kathy eyed Jean with a fiendish smile before looking back at me. Referring to the cum covered cage she rattled it in mocking manner and simply said;

“Strap in cowboy…for the ride of your life.”

After a few minutes of recovery Kathy informed the girls that I had won and the next stage of the training day would begin, some girls, exhausted from their ball breaking workout and multiple orgasms left to head back to the party, not even bothering to redress while other ladies stood firm, chomping at the bit to hear the next moves.

“Jean dear? Be a doll and call my hubby if that medley didn’t break our tough stallion my hubby sure will. Our next stage will be acknowledging our limits; and Nate we’ll be focusing very specifically on yours.” Kathy decreed.

Gulping down a scared ball of saliva I quivered at the notion, why was she inviting her husband? The fear overwhelming me once more. With little recourse I began stroking, trying to disassociate.

“What about Jack?” Called a woman

“What about him?” Called another.

“You said we’d get to terminate his balls!” Yelled a third

“Where are my manners—“ Kathy said, her accent coming on thick and strong. Walking over to the former masculine man, the shell of his former self just rocked back and forth, unable to cope.

Kathy tossed the key to his cage to the girls and said viciously “take care of him.”

Like a pack of hungry hyenas they descended upon him stomping and crushing his balls, punches and kicks landing against the remainder of his body.

They forcefully picked him up dragging him outside into the cold night air as I looked over at the only remaining women; Kathy, Jean and Claire. They all looked at me and through a fearful smile I tried to appease them as the familiar sound of another loud pop was heard coming from the outside….