Maybe this was a bit of a stupid thing to do, but I was in Australia for the new year and I was feeling naughty. So, I did what I always did and headed to Craig's List and searched for ballbusting. I found an ad that was asking for willing volunteers to get kicked in the balls by an experienced ballbuster. The only problem was, this particular ballbuster was a guy.
Being kicked in the balls was normal for me by this point, I'd accepted it as my kink, my fetish, but allowing a guy to kick me in the balls, submitting to a guy, even being naked in front of a guy, this was uncharted territory for me.
Without many other options, perhaps due to the time of year, I sent the poster of the ad a message and got a reply. He sent me a link to his channel on a porn website where he already had loads of videos of him performing various painful acts of torture on men's genitals. In fact, he even filmed our meeting and gave me a copy of the footage before I left. You can see the highlights below.
It might not have been the best idea to go to a stranger's house in the northern suburbs of Sydney, but it all seemed quite genuine and like it could be an interesting new experience. It turned out to be one I certainly don't regret.
I'd never done anything sexual with a guy before, so I was pretty nervous when I got to his apartment and was ordered to strip. Yokkao, to use his username from the porn site, was an Asian guy in his mid-20s. As I got undressed, he striped down to his boxer shorts. He was in good shape and I could already see a bulge forming in the front of his pants.
He sat back on the sofa and told me to come closer. I nervously stood in front of him as he examined my already hard penis close up. Then he started by slapping the length of my cock four or five times. The sting wasn't too severe, but was enough to make me flinch. He then turned his hand over and slapped the underside of my cock a few times. It was a gentle but exciting start to our session.
Next he took hold of my cock between two fingers and lifted it up briefly to examine the head, before returning to slapping. He struck me with at least 30 slaps to the underside of my cock in quick succession, each one so close to the one before that it added to the sting of the previous strike.
Then, without warning, the next slap hit my balls causing me to flinch. He continued to smack balls, seemingly getting hard with each impact.
He once again grabbed my cock with two fingers, this time holding me by the head of my dick to stop me moving away as his foot raised up and kicked my in the balls for the first time. His first kick was more of a tap and caused little discomfort, but his kicks grew in intensity over the next minute or so until he returned to smacking my cock but much harder this time.
He then said, "Ten. Count it." And proceeded to slap my balls. I obediently counted each strike. He laughed as I said "ten" after his final and particularly stinging slap. He then turned his attention to my cock again, wrapping his hand around the shaft and squeezing it hard, before working his fingers up to the tip of my cock and pulling my pee hole open, as if inspecting it.
"On your knees," Yokkao ordered, and I knelt before him. With my balls now closer to the ground, he seemed able to kick me more forcefully from his position on the sofa. I endured more than 20 direct kicks to the balls as he rubbed his cock through his underwear, which looked very large judging by the outline.
He then gave me a brief moment of respite during which time he leaned forward and grabbed the shaft of my cock and pulled. He pulled hard, attempting to stretch the skin of the shaft over the head, but as I am circumcised this obviously didn't work and was instead uncomfortable and mildly painful like a Chinese burn.
I remained kneeling as my cock was slapped more, again in quick succession, possibly as many as 100 times in a row, ending with five or six hard slaps, but I didn't complain and took my punishment. After all, this is what I'd asked for.
Next Master Yokkao placed his bare foot on the top of my hard cock and pushed down, painfully bending my erection backwards between my legs. He laughed as he watched me squirm but unable to escape as I was still on my knees. He pushed so far that my cock was pointing vertically down, which any man will know is not a natural angle for a hard penis. To make the torment worse he instructed me, "back straight," taking away the slight relief that bending forward offered. As he held my cock in this painful pose, he once again began to stroke his cock, a little more vigorously now, through his boxers.
Once he finally allowed my dick to spring back to its normal position, he wasted no time in kicking me in the balls again. Six more punts straight between the legs before ordering me, "kiss my feet." This was weird for me and something I hadn't expected. As I don't find men attractive, submitting to a man is a little different to submitting to a woman, and kissing his feet was really a step too far as I was just expecting ballbusting, but I leaned forward and obediently did as I was told.
"Stand up," he ordered once satisfied, and I jump to my feet. He stood up and I turned to face him. He then told to spread my legs and began to kick me in the balls once again. Now on his feet the impacts were much more forceful. He kicked me at least ten times in the balls, my hard cock flapping with the impact. He asked me, "how many times was that?" I confessed that didn't know.
He then told me to get on all-fours and keep my ass up. I assumed the position he'd ordered and braced myself. "15. Count it," he said, and I grunted a number with each hard kick to my vulnerable balls that were no hanging between my legs. "One... two... three... four... five... six... seven... eight.." Number nine was barely audible under the grunt that this much harder kick had me involuntarily producing, but I continued. "Ten... 11..." 12 was a struggle and it only got worse, 13 and 14 were very hard blow to the balls. Then the final one, "argh, 15," I cried as I feel to the floor on my side, instinctively cupping my balls for protection.
While I recovered, Master Yokkao fetched a metal spatula from the kitchen and instructed me to lean over the sofa with my back to him. "Spread your legs," he added, before he began to relentlessly smack my balls with the spatula. This wasn't as painful as it might have been as the spatula was a cheap and flimsy BBQ tool with very little weight behind it, but after multiple hits a dull and impossible to ignore ache was growing in my balls with each smack.
Perhaps he wasn't getting the reaction he wanted, as after a couple of minute he dropped the spatula and returned to kicking my balls. This time I took the impacts in silence as he laughed occasionally. He kept kicking until could take no more and fell to the floor.
Once again taking advantage of my recovery time, he went and fetched his next torture aid. This time it was a length of string. He sat on the edge of the sofa and said, "come here." I got up and stood in front of him. He took the string and had no trouble tying it a round my balls forming a tight, stretched pouch on the end of a long tether, the other end of which he held in his hand.
I began to kick me again. Each impact hurt much more with balls constricted in this way. Pulling on the string and holding my balls in place, he served kick after kick, laughing as I showed a great deal of discomfort after just a few kicks. I moaning and whining as he continued to slam his foot into my balls, pulling hard on the string as he did.
He then began to slap my balls, just a series of light taps with his finger tips, but with my balls tightly bound, the repetitive impacts soon became unbearable. I moaned and squired, but was held in place by the string as I tried to wriggle to freedom. At one point, sensing my discomfort he said, "keep your hands behind your back." This went on for well over a minute and most have totalled hundreds of little taps. He said, "take this for me," as he neared the end of the torturous series of slaps, and I did.
The session ended with me on all-fours again for some final kicks, but this time would be much worse as my balls were still tied. It only took him three or four kicks to have me rolling in agony on the floor. At which point our encounter came to a natural end, and I'd survived going around to a random man's house in a strange city, although the ache in my balls would remind me of the experience for a couple of days to come.
