Ball Busted into Slavery

Ballbusted into Slavery

Chapter 1

There are many who would say I had it coming. I was amused by stories of other men being subjected to cock and ball torture by sadistic women and looked at websites about it. I giggled at movies where some guy took it in the eggs and made a lot of barnyard jokes about some bitch “having him by the balls” or saying someone should crush some jerk’s nuts.

By myself, I imagined a woman squeezing my naked balls while I writhed in pain but never thought anything like that could happen to me or that there were women who would really do such a thing. I imagined being a slave to women who owned my nuts. I guess I wanted all that in some way but would never have admitted it even to myself.

Of course, I imagined that it would be some beautiful women with huge boobs that would enslave me. That’s not quite what happened.

Even before what happened, I was in pretty good shape, about 6 feet, and pretty well endowed although not a freak. I have a larger than average cock, about 7 inches when rock hard, and kind of large balls.

My life hasn’t gone so great. 37 when this story began, I was an English major in a state college before dropping out and starting to take a lot of jobs that weren’t too challenging. For the last couple years, I had been working in the mail room of a big accounting firm. I kept the copier running, distributed mail, watered plants, carried shit to the parking lot, and did a bunch of other menial crap.

I played games and looked at porn on the computer in the mail room that we were supposed to just use for company email and ordering supplies, but I thought I’d been pretty careful to delete the porn I looked at when things were slow.

I was married two years. My ex-wife said I did not satisfy her needs and was too self-centered. She had worked for the same company as me but got another job in a nearby city after the divorce.

I don’t think I’m stupid, but mental tasks much more complicated than ordering more copy paper seem boring. My attention span got shorter and shorter. On the weekend, I liked playing games, drinking beer, looking at porn sites, and jerking off to a wide variety of porn. But that has all changed.

One Friday night after work, I went out to work to a local bar down the road. With me were a few guys and Debbie from the office. Debbie was the assistant office manager and my boss. Debbie had not really paid much attention to me as far as I knew. I did what she said. She did not ask for much but got what she asked for.

Debbie is no beauty queen but kind of hot for a lady about 40. Average height, Hair dyed blonde, A tad overweight maybe but not gross and the big knockers give her a pretty good bod even if her belly could be flatter and her thighs thinner. Anyway, most men would fuck her. I may have looked a bit too much at her boobs when she leaned forward to use the copying machine.

In the bar, we started out talking about work gossip. Debbie suggested she might know some interesting facts about me but never elaborated on it. Over time, women I did not know sat down with us who were friends of other people in our party. Mainly, they were friends of Debbie and friends of friends of Debbie.

Eventually, all the people I knew, including Debbie, had left to be with their families, girlfriends, boyfriends or televisions. Being a single guy in my late 30s with nothing to do but go home to the computer to play games, I just kept drinking as long as there were people at the table. About 10:30, it was just me and four women there who I had not met before that night. Two of them I’d definitely like to fuck and the other two I’d be willing to fuck after a few beers. I did not catch all of their names at first except one had a great figure and big boobs I wanted to squeeze like crazy. She was named Sheila. Another woman was a kind of small Asian woman with a pretty good figure and a name I couldn’t pronounce and a grudge against white men who thought they should own her. I’ve learned her name is Nguyet.

The other two it developed were divorcees in their 40s working somewhere boring. These two had grudges against their ex-husbands and their current bosses. The two blondes were a little overweight, taller than average, had pretty big boobs and seemed to be somewhere from the south. One, Marilyn, was a bleach blond and the other one, Jane, a dishwater blond. Most of the night I could not remember their names. I did not really give a shit about their names but thought I’d be willing to fuck them on a couple beers.

There was a lot of talk about male assholes at their workplaces.