Answer the phone

You're pleased with how he took the kicks and decide to continue his training. "Occasionally, you will have to do the duties of an actual assistant so follow me." With a wider than normal stance, he follows you over to the desk. He steps in front of the chair and starts to sit down. "Wait a sec," you say stopping him. You reach down the back of his pants and between his legs grabbing his balls. You squeeze and pull them back between his legs while pushing his shoulder so that he falls onto the seat trapping his balls underneath his ass. He lets out a high pitched yell and tries to get up. You press down on his shoulders stopping him and keeping his balls squished.

He continues to let out high pitched whimpers as you both wait for a call. The phone rings and he grabs it after just one hoping that his balls will be released when it's over. "HellOOO! How ma-AH I help y-OOO?" His voice fluctuates as he tries to disguise the fact that you're bouncing against his shoulders sending further jolts of pain into his flattened balls. You stop and hang up the phone you'd dialed and slipped into your pocket.

He turns his head and looks at you with pleading eyes. "They hung up. Can I stand up now?" he asks. You answer by jumping onto his lap. He falls against your back and tries to yell but the only sound that comes out is a small squeak. You raise up just enough to fall onto his lap again. You laugh as he lets out another squeak. Busting is quite fun when it's not your bits being hurt. Three more little drops and he's sweating and rolling his eyes into the back of his head. Knowing the busting day is far from over, you get off his lap. He immediately pulls his balls to safety and cradles them.