Gothic Ballbust

Ken had always been attracted to the goth scene. He loved the way girls looked in their corsets and long striped stockings that extended from their black frilly miniskirts. There was a goth club across from his office and sometimes after working late he’d lock the door to his office and watch the sexy young girls walk in and out of the club from his window on the third floor. Sometimes he’d close the blinds and jack off as he imagined himself fucking them.

One Friday night as Ken was getting ready to perform his almost weekly ritual his secretary, and former women’s studies (read: bitch) major was working late. This situation had happened many times, but Stephanie had never thought anything of it, until that day. Ken’s office had 2 windows, a big one facing Steph’s desk, and another smaller one out to the hall. Ken was always sure to close the big one’s blinds, but the smaller one didn’t have any, so he’d just stack books in front of it. Well, as Stephanie was walking out of the office she happened to glance in the window and for whatever reason, the books were knocked over.

There Ken was, peeping on the sexy goth girls and jacking off, in his office no less. Just the thought of this pervert spying and wanking to these girls disgusted her so much she left immediately, she had some planning to do. When Steph got home she went to her wardrobe, one thing her boss never noticed about her was that she too was in to goth culture, particularly the clothing he was so fond of. While she’d never worn any of it out, Stephanie had a good pile of sexy, lacey, goth clothing her boss would jizz himself just looking at. She quickly selected an outfit, tight ribbed black corset with lace that pushed her tits up, long stockings held up by a garter on her skirt that was so short it could have been a belt. She looked at herself in the mirror as she applied her makeup and did her hair, preparing to confront her perverted boss.

As Stephanie walked back to her office to confront her boss about his sexual deviance she strutted down the street, assured of her sex appeal by the catcalls and howls of passing men in fast cars that suggested they had small dicks. Despite being completely offended Steph couldn’t help but feel sexy, because she looked the part. Any other day she would have stopped and brought these pervs down a few pegs, but today she had a mission.

Getting back in to the office wasn’t hard. She was relied on and trusted in the office, so she had keys to everything. She walked right passed the sleeping security guard and up to the stairs to her office. Had the lazy guard been awake he could have easily used the opportunity to get a good look up her skirt as she climbed the stairs. Too bad for him.

Stephanie hadn’t actually thought her plan out all that well beyond this point. She knew what she wanted the end result to be, but wasn’t sure how to get there. As she envisioned her pervert boss rolling on the floor of his office moaning and groaning about his aching testicles she’d be able to remind him why women are superior and deserve to be treated with respect, not oggled from afar. She started getting excited thinking about all the pain he would be in and she just couldn’t help herself but smile.

Stephanie used her master key to unlock her bosses door and stood in the most provocative pose as she caught him red handed jerking his dick like there was no tomorrow.

*knock, knock, knock*

“Hey there bossman, no need to do that alone, let me help you with that big hard cock”, she was laying it on thick, bending so he could see her ample cleavage and gyrating her hips in the most suggestive way. “Why beat it off, when you could fuck a dirty little goth girl like me?”

Ken thought he hit the jackpot. Who knew his secretary was so hot and so open to fucking him? He was like a magnet to her corset covered breasts, licking them and rubbing his face in them while he groped her ass. He was too preoccupied but Stephanie was rolling her eyes in disgust, she couldn’t wait to take him down.

“Here, let me have a taste”, Stephanie slid down to her fishnet covered knees and started playing with his dick. Ken felt waves of elation as she slowly teased his erection. He was so enraptured with the sensation that he didn’t even notice Steph pull the long black ribbon from out of her corset and tie it around his balls. By the time she had finished the knot it was too late and Ken was still oblivious.

*WHAM*
Stephanie gave a sharp uppercut to his nuts, and with nowhere to move the balls took every bit of the force. Ken hit the ground immediately, wincing and holding his aching nuts. He tried to quell the burning pain in his groin but as his hands went down Steph tugged on her ribbon and made his pain all anew. “ooh, that’s got to hurt you damned pervert”.

Steph slowly stood up and her corsette fell away no longer being held together by the ribbon. Her breasts bounced as she stood at full posture, nipples covered with pieced of black tape in X’s. As Ken groaned and looked up he felt so intimidated, this woman he had always looked down on had so much power over him suddenly. He felt completely emasculated to be at the heels of a girl, even as sexy as Steph.

As Ken pleaded to be let go Steph had an idea, why should she be the one with all the fun? He was jacking off to those poor oblivious girls across the street. Ken was in no condition to stand, his balls hurt so bad, but he didn’t have a choice. Stephanie yanked on her ribbon like a dog’s leash and Ken was forced up by the pain it caused in his nuts. “You’re pathetic, you have to go wherever I want you to and there’s not a damned thing you can do about it.”, she yanked again for emphasis.

“We’re going on a trip, and you’re going to stay as my bitch. Keep up or I might just pull so hard your little nuts will fall right off!”

Stephanie pulled Ken along by her black ribbon and dragged him out of the office causing unprecedented pain to his balls as she went along. Ken was powerless to Stephanie and had to bear it. As they left the office and down the stairs they past the sleeping security guard, who would have loved this sight, before making it down on to the street. Steph pulled Ken along like a little bitch with her black ribbon around his balls, crossing the street to the front doors of the nightclub.

“I’ve got a present for the girls inside”, the bouncers let them in, a good judgment call as they both planned to have kids one day.

The loud music blared as Ken was dragged passed dozens of gorgeous goth girls, all done up in their makeup and piercings and belts. Despite being completely humiliated and in a ton of pain he couldn’t help but get aroused as he passed all these beautiful females. Everyone stared at them as they passed, and if they weren’t apparent then they were certainly obvious when Steph dragged Ken on the club’s stage.

“Hey ladies, this jackoff thinks he can jerk it to you every week from his office window across the road. Let’s say we get a little revenge?”, Stephanie pulled another ribbon out from her skirt and another two out from her boots. She then used them to tie Ken up so he was spread eagled with his balls dangling low and vulnerable. His arms were tied behind his back and he couldn’t move. As Steph stood there in nothing but her black thong, fishnets and tape she stood triumphantly, “Who’s first?”

A cute little blond goth with tiny perky tits and a row of piercings across her eyebrow took the stage. As Ken looked down at her giant platform shoes he knew it was going to hurt. Her leg swung back and in an instant flew forward, crushing his testicles against his pelvis. He cried out in pain, scream echoing through the club as all the women he’d masturbated to laughed at his pain, which they would never know. Stephanie laughed the hardest, knowing how much power she had over this man.

As the night went to morning a line of women kicked, punched and squeezed Ken’s balls until he could take it no more. He felt like dying from all the genital abuse, but could do nothing to stop it. What made it worse was Stephanie, the whole time teasing him by rubbing herself as she jerked off to the sight of his nuts getting destroyed. Poetic justice some would call it, but Ken didn’t have the luxury of thinking about things like that, his balls consumed his whole mind.

The kicks came straight through the night, but it was a taller red headed goth with long curly hair that finally did them in. She wanted to see how durable his balls were and squeezed them between her fingers until they just couldn’t take the pressure and burst. Ken let out an incredible yell of pain as his balls were turned to mush and all the goth girls cheered like kids who had just broken open a pinata. Ken immediately fell unconscious and Stephanie, along with a few other girls dragged him back to his office, past the sleeping security guard and left him there, a destroyed man.

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