Welcome to Ballbusting High

Note: Please add to this story as much as you wish, and however you wish. You cannot make it overly violent.

You must be of age to read this story. This is a completely fictional story. It is devoid of any actual feminist or political agenda, it is simply exploring the fetish of female on male domination.

It’s a normal day in late spring in the classroom of 12-A. Beatrice Banks High, or BB High for short, is a campus for 18 y.o. high school seniors. Students, especially males, find themselves living a different way of life to what they were used to.

Their school was built on the ideals that boys need punishment. The teachers noticed how boys that got racked good in the courtyard would do better in their studies and be more polite to their female counterparts. It was said that a boy’s balls finally start working with a hard kick in the balls, only then will they grow up to become men. At first it started as a joke, something that was funny. Until the all-female teachers and principal started enforcing it. It became a rule that girls had the right to exploit and hurt boys through this intensely painful weakness. And when boys acted badly as they’re prone to do, they would be punished. For boys, it became their living nightmare.

And for the girls, the entertainment value, ruling the school, putting boys in their place, and being called to for duty was its own reward.

Boys would be sentenced to harsh punishments for low grades, disrespecting a girl, disobeying orders, trying to escape campus or when any girl deemed it necessary, even if it was for their own entertainment. And let's not mention detention. The boy’s mothers loved the change in behavior of their son’s. And for the few father’s that disagreed; most changed their tune in time with ‘encouragement’ from their wives, and teachers at parent-teacher meetings.

A crew of staff entered the classroom mid lesson. They rolled in a new device on wheels, to the corner of the room. It was a wooden X. it had straps to restrain a boy in place, so that he would be to stand spread-eagled. Miss Andrew’s brutal red high heels clacked on the tile floor. She enjoyed teasing the boy’s with her slutty teacher look. Her hair let down, glasses, button-up blouse and pantyhose. Only to then punish a boy for being a pervert. Or stomping the front row boy’s balls between her heel and his chair to quieten the class.

Miss Andrews addressed the class, “Girls, this is our new restraining device, it’s going to be your good friend for the rest of the year, no more of that flinching and jumping on each kick or knee,” she said with a cold smile. “And boys, those nuts between your legs are going to feel it!” The boys in shock closed their legs, or squirmed in discomfort, as if doing so would relieve them of their fate they were likely to receive someday.

“Aw. I liked the feeling of my boys struggling against my hold as my friends paste their nuts.” Tammy said, the curly redheaded girl with the biggest breasts in the school, at least an F cup.

All the girls laughed at this. A few girls passed their hands down between their legs to their smooth crotches. Not necessarily because they were turned on, but to reassure themselves of their superiority. Miss Andrews replied, “well Tammy, it’s not absolutely necessary.”

Miss Andrews looked across the room of students, the boy’s faces were white with fear. On the girl’s faces, a look of excitement, several of the more adventurous girls were turning red from blushing, thinking about what they could do to a restrained, and often naked boy, completely at their mercy. It was how things should be, she thought to herself.

After the lesson, Miss Andrews then passed out the marks from their history test last week. “Melonie you made a D+ that’s going to cost you, no ball kicking for you today.” Miss Andrews said, writing her name on the chalkboard inside a ‘W’ shape; a drawing of a ballsack. Melonie, a brunette skater chick, shrugged. The restriction didn’t apply outside the classroom. She could hunt down boys at lunch to ‘prank’ if she really wanted. Perhaps kicking him from behind in the hallway, or virtually kicking his ass with her friends with no repercussions.

“Hmmm, no low marks from the boys,” Miss Andrews says in a disappointed tone.

Suddenly, a girl puts her hand up to ask a question.