Breaker Campus - Orientation session

[Sean D]

"Welcome to the future."

Dean Patricia let the words hang in the air. She looked over the vast auditorium of college students. Male and female. Technically adults, but this incoming crop of 18 year olds looked oh so young, even though Dean Patricia was herself only 30. She had a strong urge to grab the nearest boy, grab his young, hard testicles and watch him squirm as she flattened his balls in her hands.

"What we are doing on this campus is an experiment. But one that I am confident will take hold across the country once you show the world what wonderful results we're getting."

She continued, in her professorial tone. "Ladies, you are here because you were the top students in your schools. You have shown a confidence and ability that will make all women proud. You are also our future. The next generation of women that will fundamentally change our society. Women will no more be second class citizens." The girls in the audience, whooped, clapped and cheered.

"Boys," she paused, looking at their fresh faces, wide eyed with nervousness and fear. She clacked her high heel on the platform for effect. "You are also the start of something. The first crop of young men in what will become an new way of life for your sex."

Everyone in the room understood what she meant. A new law had recently been passed that created a new group of young men with dramatically reduced rights. They were a test group of men, with the government's aim to see whether their education at the campus would improve behaviour and produce socially optimal outcomes. Dean Patricia was confident that success here would lead to nation-wide and historical changes in the rights of men and women.

The men here - who only recently became men in the legal sense - had been selected through a range of metrics. From school performance to behavioural assessments. They were in fact not all social misfits. There were high achievers and low achievers. The key was to see whether the regimen put in place at the college would produce the optimal male. That is, one who knows his place in the world.

Even though they were 18 and not criminals, the boys, under the law, had been placed in the guardianship of their closest female relatives, who had in turn signed them over to the school. And punishments that could be legally meated out were severe.

"My philosophy, and one that I believe you will help me prove students, is that much of the problems in the world stem from male aggressiveness. Well, where does male aggressiveness come from?"

Behind her, a slide flashed a picture of male genitalia. "The testicles."

"Well it turns out, that what makes men such trouble makers is also their greatest weakness." She smiled. Behind her a video started playing with a compilation of males getting hit in the nuts. Everything from America's funniest home videos bloopers to more serious busting. The girls all laughed.

Dean Patricia expanded on the rules of the school for several minutes. Girls would be allowed, indeed expected, to ballbust every day. And boys would be busted. They would all have an app on their phones that would track their number of busts. Infractions by boys would either lead to summary punishment on the spot or could be logged into their account, allowing any lucky girl to meat out the punishment.

Dean Patricia laid out clear red lines. Insulting a girl or teacher. Hitting a girl or teacher. Trying to escape the campus. All would be dealt with severely.

CRUNCH. Dean Patricia pressed down with her stiletto heel onto a walnut. It cracked open, spewing out the insides. CRUNCH. CRUNCH. She stepped on the hard nutty pieces until they were merely dust on the floor. "The term nuts to refer to testicles is actually misleading" she explained. "Nuts are much stronger than what are hanging between your legs, my boys."

The boys gulped and the girls laughed. After a few more minutes of laying out the ground rules, Dean Patricia instructed all students to go into the massive gymnasium next door...

The students sat in rows up and down the gym floor. Boy facing girl. They each sat with one leg out, nestled into one another's groins. Their arms reached out to one another, interlocked, but still relaxed and not pulling on each other.

The boys faces were uniformly white with fear. Kelly and Sarah sat beside one another. They looked over at each other and laughed. They looked back to the pathetically afraid boys across from them.

"What's wrong boy? You're not comfortable? Taunted Kelly.

"You look as though someone's got you by the balls" said Sarah, flexing her foot for effect. The boy's face turned even more nervous.

Dean Patricia looked over the room. "This is your orientation session. And I cannot think of a better way to make you aware of the realities that this school will teach you. This is simple. A test of strength and endurance. You will both be having the same amount of pressure exerted on your groins. Boys, if you truly are stronger as you think you are, you should be able to hold out. If you can hold out for 10 minutes, you will not receive even one flick to your precious balls during frosh week. For those of you who don't make it, well, you're in for a fun week." She smiled.

"Begin."

Kelly and Sarah pulled on the boys' arms hard, causing their feet to sink into their groins, and for the boys' to sink into theirs. There was a chorus of "yeep", "aaahhh", and other types of screams and groans as the girls' feet ground into the boys' nuts.

Kelly watched her boy's face become red. "Mine's turning into a tomato!"

Sarah's boy's eyes were in intense concentration, as though willing the pain to go away. "How does it feel?" She asked and laughed.

Dean Patricia walked up and down the rows. "Any girl please speak up if you're feeling any pain." None did. "I could do this all day," Sarah said to her boy.

"Alright students, increase the pressure." There was a chorus of screams as the girls pulled themselves closer.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," said a girl beside Kelly. Kelly looked over incredulously. The boy at the end of the girl's foot was groaning. "I'm sorry," she repeated, letting up on the pressure. Dean Patricia had teachers patrolling for such behaviour. Surprisingly, not all girls would relish this task.

The teacher came over and forced the students closer together. "Ahh" the boy screamed.

"Oh I'm so sorry, I'm sorry" the girl repeated. Kelly was sickened.

"Why are you sorry?"

"I just... I don't know," said the girl with no confidence.

On the other side, Sarah was feeling the opposite. The strong pressure on her groin, combined with the feeling of the boy's nuts being crushed under her foot, was turning her on immensely. She moaned with delight as he groaned with pain. She ground her foot left and then right, eliciting more groans and screams from him. She sighed with pleasure.

"Now girls, go as HARD as you possibly can." Kelly and Sarah pulled hard and used all their strength to sink their foots into the boy's' groins. Kelly's boy started crying uncontrollably. Sarah's boy was gasping for breath.

Meanwhile, neither girl felt even an ounce of pain with the boys' feet sunk equally hard into their smooth groins.

One minute left on the clock. "Yes, yes" said Sarah as she got his balls trapped under her heel and pushed. She could feel them start to flatten. She was so close to orgasm. "I give up! I give up!" Yelled the boy.

"No!" Yelled Sarah in disgust. She was so close. But the teacher looked at her and she knew she had to follow the rules. She let go. The boy relaxed. Then, as a parting gift for her unfinished orgasm, she shot her foot back into his groin with a hard gas pedal kick. He screamed and crumpled over. Sarah laughed.

Seeing the boy next to him released had an effect on Kelly's boy. He wanted the torment to end. He gave up. Following Sarah's lead, she gave him a parting shot, and he joined his neighbour in the fetal position.

Both girls looked over to the girl and boy beside them. She couldn't stop apologizing as she crushed his balls, it was actually kind of funny.

"Oh, I'm not trying to hurt you," she would say. "Oh just a little longer, you can do it," she would say to her victim.

The teacher was ensuring there was a strong grip between them.

The boy looked delirious. His head swivelled around, his face contorted with pain. Trying to escape.

Somehow, her apologies made it worse. In his delirious state, he was getting angry with her. "Just up!" He yelled. "If you want to stop, then stop, you dumb bitch!" He started yelling curses at her, delirious with pain.

The girl gasped with indignation. "Don't take that shit" said Kelly. Sarah agreed.

"You cunt!" Yelled the boy.

And that crossed the line. The girl's face hardened. "No, this is a cunt" she looked down between her legs, and she pushed his leg deeper into the V between her legs. "And this is your pathetic dick." As she pushed harder.

The girls around her started whooping and yelling. All of their boys had given up. They now channeled their ballbusting excitement to this girl. She was relishing the support and attention.

"Crush him. Crush him!" The girl's started chanting. "Crush him. Pop it!"

The girl could feel his right but under the ball of her foot. It was starting to flatten. She thought for a moment and then went for it with all of her might.

"Aaaahhh" the boy started squeeling at the top of his lungs. "No! No!"

"Yes, yes!" She yelled as she could feel his orb give way. She twisted and ground her foot, putting pressure from everywhere on his trapped ball.

Her ears were greeted with a loud POP as she felt all resistance give way. She felt a warmth spread across her foot as the boy's nut disintegrated into mush.

"Oh God" said Sarah, finally getting her orgasm at the sound of the boy's ball imploding.

The girl looked shocked and excited. She looked around at the others with such joy and they all started screaming and laughing with excitement. She let the boy go and he stared rolling around and shivering.

"My ball, my ball!" His cries of loss echoed through the gym. "It's gone!"

Dean Patricia came over. "Class dismissed."

As the girls left, they were allowed to come over and feel the pulpy mess of the boy's nut. This added an untold amount of pain, not to mention humiliation for the boy, as girl after girl gleefully squished the remnants of his nut, turning it over more into a shapeless sack of mush. "I love peanut butter!" Joked Sarah as she ground her fingers into his sack.

They had a long frosh week ahead of them...

[Smack My Nuts]

I enjoyed the story.  It's nice to see the details of your university fleshed out a little more.  I had one editing note, though.  You want the word "mete" and "meted" rather than "meat" and "meated".

[Sean D]

Haha, of course, thanks for the feedback. With the time crunch of writing it, my editing wasn't stellar, so I appreciate the second set of eyes

[Melinda the Ball Breaker]

I usually dont comment on these, but i really likes this one. Nice job :)