She's angry (Ballbusting)

But his humiliation was far from over. Tsunade's hand suddenly gripped on his balls, her long, strong crimson nails digging into his delicate flesh. She yanked him upwards, forcing him onto his toes as she squeezed mercilessly. Her eyes flashed with anger and disappointment, making Naruto's shame all the more acute.

"So you can't even control your own little cock, huh?" she spat, squeezing his balls harder and harder, like she was crushing some stress balls. "That's pathetic, Naruto. Pathetic."

Her words stung, and he felt tears welling up in his eyes. But Tsunade showed no mercy. She continued to toy with him, her cruel taunts cutting deeper than any physical pain. "You know what they say about boys with small penises? They say they're weak, incapable of controlling their urges."

Naruto whimpered, his body trembling under the onslaught of Tsunade's relentless ****. He wanted nothing more than for her to stop, to let him crawl away and lick his wounds in private. But she seemed intent on breaking him, on proving that he was nothing more than a worthless male.

Her grip on his balls tightened even further, her red nails digging deeper into his flesh. "You know, it's funny," she mused, her voice cold and distant. "I've seen boys with even smaller cocks than yours, and they could control themselves just fine. They didn't end up looking like pathetic little wimps. But not you, huh?"

She leaned in closer, her breath hot against his ear. "I think I'll have to make an example out of you, Naruto. Show everyone that when you're in charge, there are consequences for being weak."

With a sudden, vicious yank, Tsunade released his balls, sending him stumbling forward. He doubled over, clutching at his aching crotch as she stared down at him. Before he could react, she grabbed his hair and **** him to look up at her. Her face was a mask of pure anger, her eyes narrowed to slits.

"You're going to learn your lesson, Naruto," she growled. "You're going to learn what it means to be a real man." And with that, she slammed her knee into his groin, hard. The impact sent waves of pain through his testicles, but it was nothing compared to what came next.

As if the first blow wasn't enough, she repeated the motion, over and over again, her knee pistoling into his crotch with brutal ****. He doubled over, or tried to but Tsunade's grip on his hair **** him to stand upright. He tried to block out the pain, but it seemed to seep into every pore of his body.

Tsunade showed no mercy. She continued to knee him relentlessly, her breath hot against his neck as she taunted him. "This is what you get for being such a pathetic little boy," she hissed. "This is what you get for not being able to control yourself."

The pain was unbearable. He screamed, with his legs giving out, but Tsunade's knees which thundered into his groin like a piston **** him to stay on his feet. But still, Tsunade did not stop. She seemed to take pleasure in his suffering, in reducing him to nothing more than a whimpering, broken boy.

And yet, even as his body writhed in agony, there was a part of him that couldn't help but feel a strange sense of excitement. Despite the pain, despite the humiliation, despite everything she was doing to him, his little penis was hardening once again. It was as if some primitive part of his brain had taken control of his body, overriding the pain signals and driving him towards pleasure.

As Tsunade continued to knee him, his body began to adjust to the pain, his muscles tensing and learning to brace against the impact. It was a perverse sort of survival mechanism, one that allowed him to endure the **** and even find some small amount of pleasure amidst the suffering. He couldn't help but wonder if this was what it meant to be a real man, to find strength in the face of such brutality.

His tiny penis, still hard as a rock, throbbed with each blow, the pain mingling with the growing excitement that coursed through his veins. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, the urge to cum building inside him with each passing second. And as he neared the brink, he knew that there was only one way for this to end.

Tsunade seemed to sense it too. Her grip on his hair tightened, her breath hot against his ear as she growled, "That's it, you little fuck. Cum for me."

Her words were like a match to kindling, and with a shuddering cry, Naruto erupted. Hot, thick cum shot from his tiny penis, arcing through the air like fireworks and splattering across Tsunade's perfect breasts. She let out a surprised gasp as the first wad of cum hit her chest, her nipples hardening into peak as they were coated in his seed. More cum followed, painting her chest and neck, running down her sternum and dripping onto her lap.

Her face contorted in disgust, but there was something else there too. An almost hungry look in her eyes that Naruto had never seen before. She lifted her hand to his face, wiping away a strand of hair that had fallen over his forehead. "You disgusting little thing," she hissed, her voice barely above a whisper. "You think that's enough to make me forget what you are?"

Naruto whimpered as his body collapsed on the ground, his body still wracked with pain but craving more of the pleasure that had been so brutally wrested from him. He wanted to apologize, to beg for forgiveness, but the words wouldn't come. All he could do was stare up at Tsunade, his eyes wide with fear and desire.

Tsunade on the other hand looked down at him, like a goddess looking down at a peasant. Her sexiness like a divine right, with her large perfect breasts which were the objects of wet dreams of many men standing proud in all their glory.

Her face still showed disgust but something else too. Her expression was of a predator who had just played with her prey and now was considering what to do with it. She leaned down, her perfect tits inches away from Naruto's face, the breasts easily capturing Naruto's attention. "You really think that's all it takes, little one?" she purred. "That just because you managed to cum a little, you've proven yourself worthy of being Hokage?"

Her words were like a knife, twisting in Naruto's gut. He wanted to protest, to tell her that it wasn't true, that he could be strong without her humiliation. But the pain and the shame had robbed him of his voice. He could only stare at her breasts, helpless and hypnotised, as she continued to taunt him.

Tsunade leaned in closer, her lips curling into a cruel smile. "Oh, I see," she purred. "You think I'm just going to let you go now, after seeing how pathetic you really are?" Her free hand reached down, cupping his tiny, aching balls. "Or maybe you thought I'd be impressed by this little thing?" She squeezed gently, and Naruto's cock twitched in response. "Oh no, no, no," she drawled, shaking her head. "I've got much, much worse in store for you."

She stood up, towering over him, and Naruto felt a fresh wave of fear wash over him. "You see, Naruto," she said, her voice cold and mocking, "I've been watching you for a long time now. I've seen you train, I've seen you fight. And I've come to the conclusion that you'll never be ready to be Hokage. Not in your current state." Her gaze raked over him, taking in his trembling form. "But maybe," she continued, her voice taking on a cruel edge, "maybe if I break you first...if I reduce you to nothing but a pathetic, whimpering mess...if I show you just how insignificant and useless your little cock makes you and train these balls to be worthy...then, perhaps, you'll learn what it truly means to be a Hokage."

Her hand squeezed his balls tightly, hard enough to make him squeal. She pulled upwards, forcing him to his feet by his balls "Get up, Naruto," she growled. "We've got a long road ahead of us."