Continue busting his balls

"Get up!" You demand, your voice nothing but sadistic despite the guilt. "You can't go down after one simple kick if you want to make it here! Every day you come in, your balls belong to Val to **** as she sees fit. Right now, they belong to me while I train you for your job. I mean, look at me!" You weren't wearing panties and as you squat down to talk to him, your red and swollen cunt could be seen as your skirt hid nothing from this angle. "Val takes her frustration out with low blows. You are her new stress toy. Your balls will take blows that you think will break them so this company can run smoothly. At the end of every week, your balls WILL be swollen and bruised and you WILL thank anyone who abuses them." He just looks up at you with a pathetic look of pain on his face. Eventually, though, he does manage to get up.

"I sorry. It's just, well, you got my nut good! Oh it hurts!" He was stumbling over his words as he struggled to think of what to say as his hands still craddled his aching sack. "T-thank you." He pauses and clears his throat, a blush creeping onto his face. "Thank you for busting my balls." When he moves his hands away from his hurting orbs, you can't help but gasp at the sight of his erection struggling to be contained by his pants. Suddenly, you didn't feel guilty at all. You could take your anger at this job out on him and he'll get an erection from it. He was going to go far in this job. Or maybe he just enjoyed the humiliation aspect of thanking you for busting his nuts. Either way, you felt absolutely no guilt when you slammed your pointed toed shoe as hard as you could into his right ball! You could see his sack bouncing around his pants from the **** of the blow! His eyes cross and he coughs saliva onto the floor below him, but he stays on his feet! His legs trembled and he had to steady himself by resting his hands on his knees, but he even kept his legs spread wide open.