Rebecca's Guest Interview

(Another glimpse into the world of Rebecca...this one's a long glimpse, but hopefully worth the read.)

When the door swung open, Rebecca was caught off guard by the wide, gleaming smile displayed on the face of the man standing before her. She loved her boyfriend, but she couldn’t deny it – this man was beautiful. She felt the hallway distorting around her like a funhouse mirror and reached out for the door frame to steady herself. Before she could right her world, a strong hand gripped hers and pulled her inside.

“You must be Rebecca!”

The voice, deep and gentle, sounded absolutely delighted to usher her inside. Rebecca caught a twinkle in his eye just before his thick, dark hair, hanging in loose waves over his broad shoulders as he led her inside, filled her vision. Her heart fluttered momentarily at the sight of his lats straining against the light cotton fabric of his tee shirt.

“Have a seat,” the man offered, continuing to hold Rebecca’s hand as she eased into the overstuffed recliner. “Would you like anything to drink? Coffee, tea, soda, water?”

Rebecca looked into his warm coal eyes and any reasonable thought just seemed to slip right out of her brain. She sighed like a lovestruck schoolgirl and continued staring at him dazedly.

Seeing Rebecca’s glossy gaze, the man frowned slightly. “Where are my manners? I’m Donatello, but everyone calls me Tello,” he said, flashing his most inviting grin.

“Mmm…Donatello,” Rebecca mumbled quietly.

“Tello. Really, please, just call me Tello,” he said with a chuckle. “So what’ll it be?”

After a few seconds of silence, it dawned on Rebecca that she’d been asked a question. Quickly, she backtracked through her mind and remembered that he’d offered her something to drink. “I’ll just have water if that’s okay,” she finally answered, flashing an apologetic smile at the patiently waiting man.

“Absolutely,” Tello said, already retreating from the room. As he disappeared into the hallway, he called out, “Lexi will be out shortly.”

As Tello went about his business filling her order, Rebecca took the opportunity to gaze around the room. It was a large space, made even larger by the high ceiling and the long planks that composed the dark, espresso-stained wood floor. There was plenty of natural light and despite the few furnishings, the room felt somehow cozier than it should have. The minimalist décor was tasteful and had a European feel to it – probably Tello’s touch, Rebecca thought as his sharp, clean cut features sprang back into her mind. She set her purse on the floor next to her chair, and as she did, her eyes drifted over to the coffee table. A few magazines were spread across the glass top: Architectural Digest, Cigar Aficionado, Photography. But it was the one at the bottom of the pile with the masthead peeking out just above the others that caught her interest. Busted. She reached for it, grinning the instant she saw its cover.

Staring at Rebecca from the center of the cover were the brightest violet eyes she’d ever seen. The woman they belonged to was practically smirking right through the camera straight into Rebecca’s eyes, with her silky hair, black except for a vibrant streak of purple, swept neatly to one side as she stood with one hand on her hip. She was wearing a very short black dress that showed nearly all of her slender thighs and toned calves and revealed a healthy portion of the small, though tight, firm cleavage that was her endowment. A wispy, intricately-woven silver chain encircled her delicate neck and a pair of glossy purple high heels, matching the streak in her hair, finished off her ensemble. To Rebecca, the woman embodied perfectly the very idea of femininity: delicate and petite, but confident and sassy as well.

But it wasn’t the image of the woman that elicited a smile from Rebecca. Nor was it the collage of images floating above her head, which clearly depicted why the woman was smirking – and with such alluring arrogance. The left image showed the woman from behind, standing in the dim light of a fancy bar with her head turned over her shoulder, smiling. A tall man in an expensive suite, tailored perfectly for his lithe physique was smiling back at her. The center image showed the man in the middle of speaking, his eyes drifting hungrily down the woman’s body as she now stood facing him. Rebecca liked the way the camera caught the woman’s expression – her reaction to his wolfish ogling a mix of fury and distaste. The right image showed the man’s head snapped back and his polished loafers leaving the ground as the woman, wearing a predatory grin of concentration, buried her purple high heel deep into the groin of his tight fitting trousers. And as sweet as it was to see the beautiful woman’s petite leg driving up to to the sky, muscles tensed and rippling under the smooth sheen of her skin, as she kicked him properly hard, squarely in the balls, it still wasn’t the reason for Rebecca’s lusty grin.

Behind and to the right of the smirking woman, and just below the photo montage, Rebecca could see the man – standing tall and self-assured only moments ago – now curled up, laying on his side amid scattered barstools with his hands holding fast to his aching nether regions. His eyes were squeezed shut and his brow was furrowed heavily. His face had turned red, almost the color of beets, and his teeth were gritted so firmly that the muscles of his jaw protruded like tiny flexed biceps. His frame, looming large over the woman in the images above, now looked hollow and frail.

While Rebecca didn’t know what he’d said, it didn’t really matter. All that really mattered was that what he’d said was enough to incite the woman to respond in the most appropriate, effective, and dinstinctly feminine manner, which is to say she simply and unceremoniously crushed his jewels. And crush them, she did, Rebecca thought, filling with mirth. Yes, it was seeing the man in such terrible agony purely because the woman had kicked him in the balls – and with such graceful elegance! – that truly brought a smile to Rebecca’s face.

“Mmmm…that’s one of my favorites, too.”

Rebecca felt a small twinge of regret at the sound of the lilting, sing-song voice because it meant having to tear her eyes away from the magazine cover and its seductive display of a man clutching his groin, his pain utterly obvious, under the gleaming and satisfied eye of the woman who’d smashed his nuts so indelicately. Slowly she set it back on the coffee table and looked up. Her eyes widened when she realized that the woman on the cover was now standing before her looking even more beautiful right there in person. “Oh wow,” she stammered, “you’re, uh, you’re her.”

The woman chuckled as Rebecca’s eyes darted from the magazine to her and back to the magazine again. “I am,” the woman said, smiling broadly. “My name’s Lexi,” she said, extending her hand as Rebecca popped from her chair.

Taking it, Rebecca returned Lexi’s introduction. Before Lexi could say anything, Rebecca, her finger resting on Lexi’s image, sputtered, “Did you…,”

Lexi sat down on the sofa and reached for the magazine, letting Rebecca’s unfinished question hang in the air. She studied the cover as a dreamy glaze settled into her eyes. “What a great photo shoot,” she murmured almost as if she was alone in the room. “Franklin was a real professional.” Lexi glanced over at Rebecca, a coy smile dancing at the corners of her mouth. “Would you believe I had the pleasure of kicking him in the balls over a dozen times that day? It took that long to get just the right reaction, which we did, don’t you think?” She cooed, tracing a finger along the image of the man’s clenched jaw.

Rebecca’s own jaw dropped in a very unlady-like fashion. She meant to utter “whu-u-u-t” but nothing came out.

“Oh, don’t look so shocked,” Lexi said, laughing mildly. “He knew what he was getting into. And besides, we paid him quite well. The job offer clearly stated there was a risk of injury and that the pay would make up for any medical attention.” Lexi paused and chuckled to herself. “It’s funny. When he showed up, he took one look at me and said, ‘Guess I shouldn’t be too concerned about my safety.’” As her eyes returned to the cover image, Lexi flipped her hair and looked Rebecca dead in the eyes, while leaving a finger hovering over Franklin’s prone body. “After the shoot he was the first to admit that that was a very stupid thing to say.” When Rebecca just gaped with her green eyes as wide as saucers, wordlessly nodding her head, Lexi winked. “It makes me happy to report that a few days later, Franklin called just to let us know he still had a hitch in his stride.”

Despite her astonishment, the idea of Franklin limping around days later sent a tingle through Rebecca’s loins even as a million questions raced through her mind, but all that came out was, “Wow, I still can’t believe that the Lexi who called me is this cover girl.”

A few weeks prior, Rebecca had gotten a call out of the blue from a Lexi who was interested in doing an interview with her. As it turned out, this Lexi happened to see Rebecca’s cousin, Bette, dish out some well-deserved justice to a man’s most sensitive parts and she just had to talk to the girl about it. During the course of their conversation Bette had kindly dropped Rebecca’s name and told Lexi she would be a great interview for the magazine Lexi edited – a magazine, Lexi explained, that was dedicated to the sensuous and exhilarating art of ball busting. While she was surprised to learn about a magazine all about one of her most favorite subjects, Rebecca was of course delighted to do an interview. Since Lexi had sounded so business-like on the phone, it now truly stunned her to discover that the small woman was indeed a proud and skilled nut cracker.

“You flatterer,” Lexi demured, as she studied the wonder on Rebecca’s face. “But yes, I am that Lexi and I am the editor and co-founder of this little treasure,” she said, brushing a finger tenderly over the glossy surface of the magazine cover. “And here’s my partner Tello who co-founded it with me,” Lexi said as Tello placed a cup of tea on the table in front of Lexi before handing a bottle of water to Rebecca.

“Thanks,” Rebecca said with a smile as Tello took a seat next to Lexi, squeezing his long legs into the space between the sofa and the coffee table. She unscrewed the cap and took a swig, trying to calm the flutter of her heart which seemed to flair up with just the smallest glimpse of Lexi’s gorgeous partner. “So how did this all come to be?” She asked earnestly after another sip.

Tello and Lexi looked at each other and smiled. “Alcohol,” they said in unison before laughing. Tello waved his hand, motioning for Lexi to tell the story.

“We were at an industry conference and Tello kind of stood out from the usual editors and publishers. While some publishers have a little swagger, most editors – at least the male ones – tend to dress in rumpled suits and have far less hair than Tello. I knew immediately I needed to introduce myself. As it turned out, Tello was a photographer, not a cranky old editor, but he was at the conference along with the publisher of the magazine he was working for. Though he knew he was mainly there to be a little eye candy, it was a good opportunity for him to make some connections,” Lexi said, tenderly patting Tello’s thigh. “Anyway, a few of my colleagues decided to go out to a rather swanky restaurant and guess who just happened to be there. I may have had a little more wine than I should have,” she admitted as Tello stifled a chuckle, to which she punched him good-naturedly on the same thigh she’d just patted. “So I was feeling pretty loose. I noticed that our parties were both breaking up about the same time so I lingered by the door and waved my colleagues on their way. When Tello came by I introduced myself and told him I’d seen him at the conference. Turns out we were both staying at the same hotel, so he offered to walk me back. After some shop talk, I just couldn’t help myself.” Here, Lexi looked at Tello hesitantly and he took her cue.

“We were standing outside the hotel lobby and Lexi just blurted, ‘You know you’re one beautiful man,’ and it practically floored me. I’m sure I was blushing and all I could manage was a weak ‘thanks’,” Tello said, a hint of color rising up his neck at the memory. “Before I could collect my wits she continued saying, ‘You’re so good-looking it makes me want to knee you really hard. Right in the balls.’” Tello shook his head in wonder. “Needless to say, I was at a loss for words, and suddenly very aware of how exposed I was standing there with my hands in my pockets.”

Lexi cut in. “You should have seen how quickly he twisted his body. I think he really thought I was going to do it right then and there,” she said, with a breezy laugh.

“Whether I did or didn’t, you’ll never know,” Tello chided with a wink before retaking the reins. “I’ll be honest here. Lexi wasn’t the only one who may have over-imbibed. I was feeling a little free myself. As I looked at this alluring beauty threatening to do damage to my prized jewels I found myself a little aroused in spite of my precarious situation. Maybe it was the liquid courage or maybe I just felt like I needed to impress Lexi but before I could think I heard myself utter, ‘Maybe you should then.’” Tello shook his head in disbelief at his ridiculous dare. “When she smiled at me and reached up, putting her hands on my shoulders, my only thought was, ‘what the hell did you just get yourself into’. I tensed but Lexi just whispered in my ear, ‘How about you come up to my room?’” Tello paused and looked past Lexi to Rebecca and found her sitting forward, her eager eyes locked on him. “Would you think I was stupid if I told you that’s exactly what I did?” Rebecca shrugged her shoulders but Tello could see her head bobbing up and down ever so slightly. “The elevator ride felt like forever and we rode the whole way in silence with this electric tension crackling between us. I followed her down the hall to her room and she ushered me in. Before the door even swung shut, Lexi shoved me against the wall pushing down hard on my shoulders. I was so caught off guard that if she hadn’t had me in such a firm grasp I might have lost my balance. Then she slammed her knee into my groin taking my breath away. I buckled but she pushed me back against the wall again, straightening me out and then she proceeded to knee me a second time. The pain in my balls was staggering. I barely registered her shoving me backwards once more as my body folded in on itself. I put my hands down in front of my crotch but I was feeling so weak, they wouldn’t have done much to stop Lexi if she tried to knee me again. Fortunately, she didn’t,” Tello added, shooting Lexi a quizzical look.

Lexi, wearing a cheek-splitting grin, looked from Tello to Rebecca. “I really was going to give him a third knee – third time’s the charm and all – but the anguish on his face was so beautiful that I didn’t want to ruin it. He looked shell-shocked and utterly helpless and completely enveloped by the pain. I let go of him and he instantly slumped to the floor. He was straining with shallow breaths coming fast and hard as his hands cupped those precious, wounded jewels. His hair was damp with sweat and I could see his muscles tensing and releasing underneath the fabric of his shirt as he quivered. I leaned back against the opposite wall and felt myself getting turned on watching him struggle. After a few minutes, he recovered enough to get back to his knees and I just remember looking down at him and being shocked by what I saw in his eyes. The hurt and betrayal were obvious, but there was also a fire in them – a fire like lust. I dipped down into a squat so we were at eye level and put a finger under his chin. ‘Awww, did I hurt your balls?’ I asked him, practically purring the words. Instead of answering, he looked down and for a second, a wave of shock displaced the wounded look in his eyes. I looked down, and to my surprise, there was a huge bulge in his pants, like a tent rising from between his cupped hands.” Lexi damn near licked her lip at the thought.

Nodding, Tello confirmed. “I was hard as a rock. And just as surprised.”

“He let me help him into a seated position on the bed and I sat down next to him,” Lexi continued. “I asked him if he liked having a woman knee him in the balls, to have her drop him to his knees, but he just blushed deeply and seemed completely befuddled.”

“I didn’t know what to think,” Tello admitted. “My emotions were all over the place. I mean, here’s this gorgeous woman, like half my size, and she’s just left me choking on my own nuts. By now, the fiery stingers running through my body had dissipated but there was still a gut-wrenching ache gripping my abdomen. But what threw me was that it was totally arousing – yet I was afraid to admit it when Lexi asked.” Tello paused and a small grin popped onto his face. “You’ll never believe what Lexi did next,” he teased as Rebecca’s eyes shifted from him to Lexi.

“I grabbed my phone and pulled up some pictures I happened to have of various women busting men, you know, really giving it to them good. Tello just stared at them slack-jawed. I pointed out how confident and exultant the women looked and asked him if he thought it made them more beautiful. I could see the tent rising again, so that was answer enough. Then I showed him some pics of men curled up holding themselves, looking absolutely miserable and he asked if that’s what he looked like. I told him he did and he blanched before a look of shame stole onto his face. Still, the tent remained – and, well, I was starting to feel tingly myself again thinking about the dreadful expression on Tello’s face after I’d dropped him with that second knee. He couldn’t believe he looked that pathetic and said he felt like he was an embarrassment to his gender. I had to laugh at that. I told him he wasn’t an embarrassment to men at all. Every man had that look after getting his balls busted. Maybe it’s shameful to be sent to the floor by a woman, but it’s really the only inevitable outcome. When I confessed that it turned me on to see a guy slumped in pain because of a girl, a flicker of hope flashed in his eye and I could see the gears turning in his mind.”

“’So I didn’t look weak to you?’ I asked,” Tello said, continuing the narrative. “She said I did look weak but that it wasn’t a bad thing. Maybe it was for me, but for her it was a turn on. I couldn’t really wrap my head around that – still can’t, really,” he said with a chuckle. “At that point, I could feel the heat radiating from Lexi and I found myself getting totally seduced by the lust in those vivid violet eyes. Again, it might have been the alcohol, but I really wanted to turn her on. I eased myself off the bed and stood in front of her with my hands on my hips. I smiled, probably looking more sheepish than I intended and glanced down at the red high heels encasing her dainty feet.”

Lexi, grinning, interjected, “I got the message.”

“Yeah, she hopped right off the bed and let her leg fly. Oh man, Rebecca, you don’t even know. She kicked me so damn hard. I seriously thought my balls were gonna explode. As I crumbled to the floor I forced my eyes open and kept them trained on Lexi’s face – which was absolutely glowing, by the way – so that she could see how bad I was hurting,” Tello said in a quiet voice, like he was still awestruck by the experience.

“It was an amazing thing to do,” Lexi gushed. “I know he must’ve just wanted to close his eyes and die but instead he generously let me see the fullness of his agony. I’ll bet you wish you could’ve gotten that with your camera – I know I do,” she said, squeezing Tello’s thigh. “At least it’s still clear as day in my memory,” Lexi added happily. “As good as it felt to totally crush his nuts and see him in complete and immediate pain, the biggest turn on was actually holding his head in my lap and running my fingers through that lustrous hair while he moaned softly and cradled himself.”

“How could I not?” Tello asked, throwing his hands in the air. “You looked absolutely breathtaking. I mean, my mental image is probably a little fuzzy,” he chuckled, “but you looked like an Asian angel standing over me. Still,” he said, now looking Rebecca dead in the eye, “you know what really got me?” Tello could see Rebecca poised on the edge of her seat and paused for dramatic effect. “Please understand, getting floored by a woman doesn’t do wonders for a man’s ego, but there can be no more powerless of a feeling than having that same woman tenderly care for you as you suffer through the pain she put you in.” Tello shook his head in clear appreciation of this truth. “She can make you hurt in the worst way or she can make you feel as good as you’ve ever felt. It’s all up to her. There may not be a weaker or stronger sex, but let me tell you, women have all the power. And I realized that as I lay in Lexi’s lap holding my balls thinking she might have broken them while, utterly contented, she gently stroked my hair and held me with those delicate, thin, but,” he added as a glimmer of envy swept across his features, “entirely unweakened arms.”

The sheer delight in Rebecca’s eyes shone through in her voice. “Oh Tello, that’ awesome!” She gushed, clapping her palms together. “And Lexi, bravo to you! I love, love, love that you illuminated this truth to him. And Tello, kudos to you for understanding and accepting it! You do like it when girls put guys in their place, right?” She asked, looking him in the eye with a sassy smirk.

Tello chuckled at her defiant tone. “Do you think I’d be a co-founder of Busted if I didn’t? I am fascinated by everything about ballbusting and I am so glad Lexi opened my eyes – not to mention my legs – to it. Although, I probably don’t love it as much as Lexi. She’s a true enthusiast, which, if I understand correctly is just like you.”

“Oh yeah,” Rebecca said, dropping her defiant tone. “I love busting guys. And I don’t mean that figuratively. I mean I literally love being a pain in the balls,” she added, smiling smugly.

“Well said, Rebecca,” Lexi chortled. “Long story short – I know, I know, it’s already long – after that night Tello and I took every opportunity to explore the topic and our relationship kind of grew out of that shared interest. Turns out we’re a great team when it comes to our little magazine.” Tello gave her sidelong glance, and Lexi laughed. “Well, I only need to kick him in the balls occasionally these days,” she confessed, causing Rebecca to giggle and Tello to throw his hands in the air helplessly. “But seriously, this baby is our pride and joy and we want nothing more than to enable other women and men to share in the beautiful art of ballbusting. And from what I’ve heard, you’re quite aligned with us and we think you’d make a perfect spokeswoman, which is why we’re so excited about this interview.”

“I am and I’m excited, too!” Rebecca said, nodding enthusiastically.

“You don’t mind if we record this for accuracy,” Tello asked, pulling out a digital recorder.

“Not at all,” Rebecca grinned.

As Tello set the recorder on the coffee table, Rebecca leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs at the knees and tucked a loose strand of her raven hair behind her slightly pointed, elf-like ear. She took a sip from her bottle of water and gave Lexi a smile.

“Let’s start from the beginning,” Lexi said, reaching for the small notepad Tello held out. She flipped it open and asked, “When did you first learn about ballbusting?”

“Oh gosh,” Rebecca said, squinting her eyes. “I was a young girl. I remember being at an airport with my mom and I’d wandered off when I saw this really good looking woman – like a Barbie doll –waiting at a gate near us. She had the blonde hair and of course she had really big boobs, too. Hell, even her outfit was pink. Anyway, a very muscular man walked out of the tunnel and she lit up, giving him a big hug. They were talking, but I couldn’t hear what they were saying. After a few seconds I was totally shocked when she rammed her knee into his groin. I remember being very surprised at how much pain he appeared to be in after she did it. It was weird to see such a big man brought to his knees by a small woman but it was really very exciting to see. After that, I kept imagining myself doing that one day.”

“Wow,” Lexi said, rubbing her hands together. “That’s incredible that you just happened to see that. Talk about being in the right place at the right time. So when did you actually let your imagination become reality?”

“It wasn’t for several years before I had my first bust,” Rebecca answered, putting a finger to her chin. “I developed early, and some of the boys in my neighborhood had as well. One of them in particular couldn’t stop staring at my chest.”

“I can see why,” Lexi cut in, sounding appreciative but looking a smidge jealous.

Rebecca laughed, choosing to take Lexi’s remark as flattery. “Yeah, they’re pretty big,” she admitted, staring down fondly as she hefted her boobs with cupped hands. “Anyway, one day he did more than just stare. As we got off the bus from school, he somehow managed the nerve to cop a feel. Maybe his friends had egged him because I could see them from the corner of my eye watching intently. I remember slapping his hands away and looking at him standing there with a stupid-ass grin on his face. I was furious and embarrassed and I wanted to punch him. But for some reason – I guess it was just pure instinct – instead of punching him, I kicked him as hard as I could between his legs. He dropped like a stone, squealing like a baby, right there in front of me and his friends, who were now looking down at him or at me, their mouths gaping like idiots. It felt like there was steam coming out of my ears, I was so angry, and yet, it felt amazing to put him down like that. I turned and stomped off, walking the rest of the way home by myself, and by the time I got to the door, I realized I was no longer stomping but it was like I was walking on air. It was the best feeling ever, you know what I mean?”

Lexi smiled knowingly. “Oh, I most certainly do. So it sounds like your path to becoming a ballbuster started off on the right foot.”

“You nailed it. It was my right foot,” Rebecca joked as both Lexi and Tello laughed.

“Was it something you did a lot as a school-ager?” Lexi asked, recrossing her slim legs.

“Not right away. It’s funny, after that incident, none of the boys walked home with me for a long time. I also noticed they seemed a little nicer when I was around them. I don’t know if they ever talked about it, but I know I didn’t,” Rebecca answered.

“Not even to your girl friends?” Lexi asked, raising an eyebrow.

Rebecca chuckled. “I didn’t have many friends, boys or girls. I was a pretty quiet kid, plus I didn’t really know how to handle having big boobs at that age. I could tell other girls were jealous so I just kept to myself. But then we moved and I decided I would try to come out of my shell a little more. Besides, most of the girls by this point were well past puberty so we were all on the same page so to speak. But I guess around that time was when my busting career kind of took off.”

“So was that junior high school?” Lexi probed.

“Actually it was high school, probably around the end of my sophomore year. I started getting into boys more seriously at that time and one of my friends had set me up with a boy I’d told her I had a crush on. He was kind of nerd, but not really. Smart and sensitive but still athletic. We went on a couple dates, movies or hanging out at McDonald’s or someplace like that. Actually, I think it went into the summer but I still remember him acting funny one evening. We were just chilling at a park near our houses. I kept asking him what was up but he wouldn’t say anything. Finally he blurted out, ‘I think we should break up.’ I was surprised since I thought things were going well, so I asked why and he just looked at his shoes and shrugged his shoulders. I was hurt, obviously, since it was my first break up. I didn’t really know what I was supposed to do. The longer we stood there in silence, the more angry and hurt I got. Instead of running home, I grabbed him by the shoulders and drove my knee into his groin. As I stepped back he sort of stumbled toward me and then just collapsed into the grass, moaning about how bad his balls hurt. ‘Good’ I said before leaving him there and walking home. Needless to say, he did his best to avoid me junior year.”

Lexi tittered. “Well, as bad as breaking up is, it sounds like you made the best of it. Do you ever wonder what he was thinking after you kneed him?”

“At the time, no,” Rebecca answered. “I was just glad to make him hurt like he made me hurt.”

Tello put his arm around Lexi and gave her a light squeeze. “Oh, I think you made him hurt much worse,” he said, half grimacing and half smiling.

“I sure hope so!” Rebecca exclaimed as the outrage over her broken heart clouded her face.

“So is that something you do often?” Tello followed up. When Rebecca furrowed her brow, he clarified. “Bust a guy when you break up, I mean.”

Rebecca brightened. “Oh yes. Definitely. Since that first one, every break up I’ve ever been involved with has ended with the guy holding his nuts,” Rebecca said with a hearty laugh. Lexi laughed, too, glancing headily at her partner.

Tello, his head nodding thoughtfully, added, “Even if you were the one initiating the break up?” He looked at Lexi and found her biting her lip like she was fighting hard not to jump in. He patted her shoulder in support of her self control.

Rebecca leaned forward. “Especially when I am the one breaking up,” she said slowly, enunciating each word. “I want the guy to know it’s over. I want his balls to hurt for a good long time and that whenever he tries to move, he’ll feel the pain and remember who it was that made him hurt.”

“Nice,” Lexi murmured.

Tello, still intrigued, pressed further. “But what if you’re dating a guy who’s into it? Doesn’t that seem counterproductive?”

Rebecca shook her head vigorously. “Not at all. I have dated guys who like it and I’ve still busted them when the relationship ended.” She paused, digging into the annals of her memory. “Let me tell a little story. One guy I dated, freshman year of college I believe, truly liked having me bust him up. He ended up being a little clingy so I had to cut him loose – oh, I was sad to lose such an easy target, but there’s always more men. Anyway, when the time came, I went over to his place wearing some very pointy-toed heels. They weren’t stilettos or anything but they did have a bit of a narrow spike to them. I told him we were through and then watched as he tried to process the news. He looked so distraught that I almost felt bad. I said, ‘Let me cheer you up,’ and then I quickly kicked him hard with the point of my toe. He yowled and dropped, rolling around like a pig in the mud. I stood there for a while knowing he could take a lot and would probably recover, which he did soon enough. When he looked at me he was smiling through gritted teeth. That’s when I stomped down hard on his crotch. I was afraid I might have broken his fingers as he yanked them away from his groin and held them to his chest, but it didn’t stop me. With the pathway cleared, I stomped down several times, trying to stomp harder each time. It helped that he pissed me off by trying to squeeze his legs together and that I had to keep prying them apart. It might have been four or five stomps when he turned his head to the side and puked. There were obvious tear stains streaking his cheeks. He was in a whole other galaxy of pain. While the first kick might have been sexy to him, trust me, I don’t think he found anything sexy about the damage I must have done with the stomps. That was when I realized how intense I needed to be when I broke up with a busting enthusiast. I needed to go beyond the bounds of sensuality.”

“Jesus,” Tello gulped. “I hope you’re not getting any ideas,” he said to Lexi, his voice quavering with uncertainty.

Lexi raised her eyebrows and shrugged her shoulders. “Guess you better hope our partnership doesn’t end.” When Tello’s jaw went slack, the sternness left Lexi’s face and she smiled at him with a wink, causing Rebecca to laugh.

Turning her attentions back to Rebecca after taking a quick glance at her notepad, Lexi asked, “After hearing a little bit of your background, and I think I’m expecting a pretty big number here, but how many men would you say you’ve busted in your life?”

Rebecca sat back in her easy chair and tapped her fingertips against the armrests. “Oh wow, jeez,” she said, stalling. “I don’t think I could put a number to it. It’s a lot for sure,” she said with a sigh. But then, with a wry grin, she added, “And yet, somehow, it’s not enough.”

Lexi nearly spit out the tea she’d just sipped. She wiped daintily across her mouth and commented with a grin of her own, “It isn’t, is it.”

“Yeah,” Rebecca agreed. “Women can’t ever kick enough men in the nuts. It’s sad.” Looking past Lexi to Tello with a smirk she added, “You know what else is sad? A guy can’t possibly get his balls kicked enough by girls. I mean honestly. No matter how many times he does something to warrant her sending them into his throat, he’ll always end up doing something else that will have her scrambling his eggs all over again. Even if he’s found himself curled up at her feet – and wishing like hell she hadn’t kicked his jewels so hard! – for the hundredth time, deep down, he should know it’ll only happen again and that soon enough she’ll make sure he’s back on the ground nursing his aching balls. It’s a lovely cycle, really,” she sighed happily.

“Really,” Tello retorted, looking down his nose at Rebecca, as Lexi nodded her approval with enthusiasm.

“Ha! See!” Rebecca cried, suddenly poised on the edge of the chair. “I should bust you for that! Or Lexi should at least.”

“What?” Tello said, throwing one hand in the air while letting the other cover his crotch just in case. “Because I was doubtful about what you said?”

Rebecca shook her head. “It wasn’t that you’re doubtful, it’s the tone with which you expressed your doubt and the rather condescending way you looked at me.”

“Interesting,” Lexi interjected. “I do agree tone goes a long way in prodding my need to bust a guy. Do you have other reasons for why a gal should bust a guy?”

“Where do I start?” Rebecca shot back, causing Lexi to laugh and nod her head. “Well, we’ve already covered one: break ups. Actually two because I mentioned inappropriate touching earlier. Oh,” she cried, slapping her palms on her thighs, “there’s another obvious one: arguments.” Lexi and Tello now both nodded knowingly. “I mean, come on. It’s an absolute tragedy if an argument between a man and woman doesn’t end with her busting him. If he’s in the wrong, she should totally, one-hundred percent, as hard as she possibly can, really smash his balls.” Rebecca pounded her fist into her palm with a loud smack. “But then again, if he’s in the right, she should go ahead and bust him anyway simply as a way of displaying her irritation that he’s right!” Lexi shot a perplexed glance at Rebecca’s sudden tittering. “Sorry, I was just thinking how if the guy’s wrong, he already knows why she’s left him wishing he never had balls. But if he’s right, the look of confusion mingling with the torture on his face as he looks up at the woman standing over him – it’s priceless. He never needs to know why either,” Rebecca said, her chuckle threatening to become throaty laughter. “All he needs to know is that she felt the need to bust him so she did. Huh,” she grunted, sitting back. “I guess there’s really only one reason to bust a guy…,”

“And that is?” Lexi prodded as Rebecca trailed off.

“If she wants to,” Rebecca said thoughtfully. “If a girl wants to try and break a boy’s balls, well, she should.”

“Wait,” Tello, cringing slightly at the thought of broken balls, interrupted. “Are you saying that if a woman felt like busting some random guy, she should?”

Rebecca considered for a moment. “Well, no. I mean, I’ve never busted a random guy for no reason. But I have busted guys I know just because I felt like it. Like your cover here,” she said, waving a hand at the issue on the coffee table. “If that guy was just standing at the bar minding his own business, I don’t think the woman should just walk up and kick him. But clearly, they had an interaction, so whether or not she ‘knows’ him, she now has the leeway to bust him if she wants, even if he is a relative stranger. He may not feel he deserved it, but she did and that’s the end of it.” A slow grin spread across Rebecca’s face and her head nodded back and forth as if confirming something to herself. “Guys might not like it, but the fact is, it’s always the woman’s decision. Maybe it’s just another facet of woman’s intuition, but there’s always this sense we have – I’m sure Lexi can attest – and we just know exactly when a guy needs a girl to do him a h-u-u-u-ge favor and kick his balls so painfully hard.”

“Ah,” Tello said, sitting back thoughtfully, turning Rebecca’s phrase over in his mind. As he thought about all the times Lexi had busted him, he realized, in retrospect, she really had done him a favor. Yes, it always hurt like hell, but busting his balls was the best thing she could’ve done for him. “I’m tracking with you. And I agree. I suppose it’s part of the deal that comes with having testicles. Sometimes a woman’s just gonna kick ‘em and we gotta take it,” he affirmed, as a dour, but playful little frown played on his lips.

“So right!” Rebecca gushed. “Don’t you just love that?” She said looking at Lexi.

“Um, YEAH,” Lexi said, making her eyes big and laughing, as she waved her hand toward the copy of Busted.

“Whew,” Tello said wiping his brow. “Is it just me or is it getting a little warm in here?”

Lexi turned him and smirked. “I may be getting a little hot and bothered with all this talk.” Looking back at Rebecca, she said, “Maybe we can take a quick break. I could use some more tea and it looks like your water has run dry.”

Rebecca stretched and picked up the empty bottle. “I could stand to use the bathroom if you don’t mind.”

“I can show you,” Tello said, rising from the sofa and making his way around the coffee table.

As he walked, Lexi leaned over the armrest of the sofa and mouthed something to Rebecca. When Tello reached down his hand to help Rebecca from the chair he was surprised, but hardly disappointed, to see her mile wide grin. Enjoying the way it illuminated Rebecca’s already pretty features, a surge of energy welled up inside him and he made sure to pull Rebecca’s light frame – well, minus the weight of her heavy boobs anyway – easily from the chair. A small display of his strength.

Even as she rose from the chair Rebecca was already calculating. She threw herself forward, making it seem like Tello had pulled her too hard and caught herself by grabbing his broad shoulders as her breasts mashed against his taut abdomen. She looked up at him, flashing distressed eyes and he grinned down at her. She grinned back, knowing he could feel the soft squish of her boobs against him. She held her position for a second longer than necessary before pulling back slightly. Then she quickly brought her knee up between his legs: direct and firm. He dropped to one knee, resting a hand on the coffee table and felt for his busted balls with the other. Looking up at Rebecca, who was smiling down at him with her hands folded under her bosom, looking every ounce the woman that she was, he croaked between panting breaths, “Wow, you really caught ‘em square.”

Though the pain in his eyes was crystal clear, Rebecca nearly melted at the admiration fighting to break through. She felt a hand on her shoulder but kept her gaze on Tello.

“Mmmm,” Lexi purred, as if she’d just finished a delectable dessert, “that was perfect. Our girl here really kneed you hard, didn’t she Tello?” In the same breath, making her tone overly patronizing, Lexi asked, “Awww, did she hurt your big, manly balls?”

Ignoring Lexi’s taunt, and although he already knew the answer,Tello croaked, “Whu-why though?”

“Why?” Lexi interjected before Rebecca could answer. “Because she wanted to. I could read it in her eyes from the moment she got here. I told her she should, so she did. And now you have the pleasure of taking the pain. And you have to be hurting. Look at that,” she said, pointing at the red mark above Rebecca’s knee just below the hem of her skirt. Tello’s eyes widened at the sight of mark which indicated clearly how much force Rebecca had used. Lexi turned to Rebecca, “Guess you can add one more to your ‘too many to count’ total.” Rebecca laughed.

With a trembling arm, Tello managed to push himself up and stand before the two women hunched over with his hands on his knees. “Unhh,” he grunted, “I guess it wasn’t that bad.”

Rebecca looked at Lexi with surprise about to comment how impressed she was by his ability to take a knee in the balls, but stopped when she saw Lexi’s violet eyes roll in exasperation. Instead, Rebecca edged away from her host understanding immediately what an eye roll like that meant.

Sure enough, Lexi swung back her bare foot, the white yoga pants stretching to reveal the lines of a thong underneath, and drilled Tello with another shot to his groin. Rebecca could almost see his testicles compress between his pelvic bone and the top of Lexi’s petite foot and the loud, echoing thwump that marked the force of her kick brought an involuntary smile to Rebecca’s face. What a beautiful sound!

With a sickly groan, Tello sank to his knees and let his head loll forward with his chin on his chest. His long, wavy hair hung down like a curtain attempting to hide his immense pain. But his trembling shoulders and heavy breathing gave him away anyway. That and the way he was cupping himself so tenderly.

With supple agility, Rebecca dipped down and snatched her phone out of her purse and, from her squat, snapped a pic of the suavely handsome Tello on his knees, head hanging shamefully, holding his balls in front of the delicate, feminine Lexi, whose butt, Rebecca had to admit, looked round and toned in her yoga pants as she stood over him defiantly with her hands on her hips.

A thousand words couldn’t explain a woman’s power over a man the way that single image could, Rebecca thought with a satisfied smile.

“Don’t you just love how he has to hold his balls?” Lexi asked, turning to reveal a greedy grin, as Rebecca stepped over to her.

Before answering, Rebecca let her eyes linger on Tello, savoring the way his strong, manly hands ocassionally pulled his testicles closer to his body as if a fresh wave of pain had released into his body and holding them even more tightly was the only way to cope. If he was aware of the way she and Lexi were unabashedly enjoying his pain, Rebecca couldn’t tell. After another miserable groan, Rebecca looked at Lexi. “I really do. And it’s so, so satisfying to know that despite cupping them, there’s nothing he can do to relieve the pain.”

Lexi’s smile reached up into her eyes as she nodded in whole-hearted agreement. “Yup. The only thing that can ease the pain is time, which means he has to suffer until enough time has finally passed.”

Rebecca glanced down at the fading mark on her knee where it had connected with Tello and traced an outline of it with her finger. “The beauty there is that we determine that as well.” When Lexi cocked her head, Rebecca explained. “It all depends on how hard I chose to knee his balls or how much power you put into that kick – which sounded like a lot, by the way,” she said with obvious admiration. “He might only suffer for a minute or two, but usually it’s twenty to thirty minutes. The best is when he’s hurting for days, though, don’t you think?”

“Mmmm, yes,” Lexi purred dreamily.

When she said nothing further, Rebecca put her hands on her hips, letting her fingers rest on the top of her ass, and joined Lexi in gazing blissfully at the fallen man. The feeling of euphoria tingling throughout her body was intoxicating – to the point that she never even considered whether Lexi was experiencing the same feminine fulfillment. Had she thought to ask, she would have discovered that Lexi was just as delighted and giddy, awash in the power of her femininity.

Eventually, Tello looked up and found the two women devouring his agony with their eyes. His strength was returning even though the pain wasn’t really abating. “Don’t you two look might pleased with yourselves?” He joked, his voice still weak.

“We are,” they replied, almost in unison, which caused them to giggle.

Tello sighed and tried to rise, making it as far as one knee before pausing to gather himself. Seeing him falter, Lexi held out a hand and, blushing anew, Tello accepted it, letting her pull his heavy frame into a standing position. He grimaced as he carefully adjusted himself, and then, noticing the girls eying him eagerly, decided to leave his hand between his legs. Their delight in knowing he still felt compelled to cradle his balls made them appear divine and he didn’t want to spoil the opportunity to see them looking so radiant. It was embarrassing to hold himself so obviously in front of the very women who’d busted him, and yet, Tello couldn’t help but think, it also felt so right. “Yeah, you got me good, too, Lex,” he admitted with a painful grin. When her lips curved upward and her violet eyes crinkled happily, he added with a faux scoff, “I knew you’d want to know.”

Lexi shrugged her shoulders and raised her eyes to the ceiling, smiling. “Well, to be fair, Rebecca did tenderize ‘em a little first,” she said, putting her arm around Rebecca’s shoulder, “but I’m glad they’re hurting.”

“True,” Tello attested before turning to Rebecca. “I was wrong to say it wasn’t so bad. I was just trying to act tough. You should take pleasure in knowing that you actually kneed ‘em quite hard.” With admiration in his eyes he added, “Like a woman should.”

Grinning, Rebecca graced him with a saucy bow. “It’s always nice to know ones efforts haven’t gone unappreciated.”

After a brief chuckle at Rebecca’s sassy display, Tello remembered. “Didn’t you say you needed to make use of the bathroom?”

With Tello’s sudden allusion, all the euphoria ebbed from Rebecca’s body, replaced by an intense need to pee. “I do, I do,” she admitted, glancing over his shoulder.

“Follow me,” Tello bade, doing an about face while trying hard to ignore Rebecca’s tittering as he limped gamely ahead of her until they reached the bathroom. As he limped back, he caught sight of himself in a mirror and laughed to himself. How could she not giggle at the way he was limping he mused. He looked absolutely ridiculous.

A good half an hour after they’d paused the interview, everyone was back in their seats, refreshed and ready to go – though perhaps, in Tello’s case ‘refreshed’ wasn’t the right word. Still, he was eager to hear more from the green-eyed, raven-haired girl sitting across from him. He once again started the recorder.

“Just so I have it on record,” Lexi began, crossing one leg over the other, “During the break, and rather spur of the moment, you took the opportunity to favor Tello with a swift knee to his balls. How did that make you feel?”

Rebecca nodded as she sat back deep in the recliner thinking over Lexi’s question. As if the excitement of the recollection was too much for her, Rebecca leaned forward aggressively when she answered. “It felt great, no doubt about it. Honestly, the only word I can use to describe it is ‘euphoric’. I was overwhelmed by it. I would say it made me weak in the knees, but that would be a disservice to Tello. He was the one literally weak in the knees.” Lexi snorted at Rebecca’s joke while Tello merely rolled his eyes. “Seriously, it made me feel so happy to be a girl! I felt strong. I felt feminine. I felt beautiful. I felt proud,” she gushed earnestly. “I wish I could bottle that feeling.”

“Ha!” Lexi chortled. “I know exactly what you mean, but I have a better idea. Instead of getting that feeling from a bottle, why not just bust more balls?”

“Touche,” Rebecca laughed. “That’s a far better idea.”

“Since you chose to knee me,” Tello said,attempting to quash the rabbit hole they were heading down, “would I be wrong to assume that’s your favorite way to bust a guy?”

“Actually, you would,” Rebecca corrected. “While I do really enjoy kneeing – it’s probably my natural go-to – my favorite is a nice, hard kick. To look a guy in the face and see his fear as I step back to kick him hard – “ Rebecca licked her lower lip. “That’s the best. I feel like I can really make his balls hurt a lot more with a kick. That’s probably why it’s my favorite. But listen,” she added quickly, “I pretty much like them all. I don’t stomp often, but when I do, I remember how much I enjoy it. Oh, and since I’m kinda short, I also like uppercutting a guy. It’s nice to feel his nuts flatten against my knuckles. There’s always the squeeze, too, although I don’t think it produces the same lasting effects as some of the other methods. I’ve found that while he’s in my grip, he’s clearly hurting but he always seems to recover just a smidge faster than if there’s some kind of blunt impact.”

Tello nodded, though he differed with Rebecca on that one. “I don’t know, squeezing can be pretty bad. I guess it depends on how long she squeezes.”

The way he was talking to her, but looking deep into Lexi’s eyes made Rebecca think he must’ve been on the receiving end of some pretty long squeezes. “You’re probably right,” she admitted. “You think that’s worse than if she kicks you from behind? I’ve gotten tremendous results from that.”

This time, Tello’s nodding indicated vigorous agreement. “Oh yeah. When you don’t see it coming, it’s devastating. Makes me wish I had eyes in the back of my head.”

Rebecca had to laugh at that. “I’ll bet you do,” she said, smirking. “But I’m glad that you don’t.” To which Tello frowned playfully. Again Rebecca giggled but then stopped when she saw Tello’s face turn thoughtful, like he was trying to make a connection.

“This might be hard to put into words,” Tello said, giving Rebecca an easy out if she wanted it, “but what are you thinking after you bring a man to his knees?”

Rebecca’s brows raised involuntarily at Tello’s question. “Wow, yeah,” she said, nodding her head. “That’s a good one. There’s just so many emotional reactions that, you’re right, words might not suffice.” When Tello offered a sympathetic, but disappointed smile, Rebecca added, “But I’ll give it a try.” Tello’s eyes gleamed appreciatively.

“It’s always different depending on the situation,” Rebecca began as she leaned forward, elbows on knees, resting her chin on folded hands. “But one thought I always have is that I hope his balls are really hurting him. Like, ya know, I want the pain to consume him. To the point where he can’t think about anything else. Well, that’s not completely true,” she quickly corrected. “I also want him to have just enough brain power left to understand that it was me – a girl! – who made him hurt. When I stare down at him and I see all the tell-tale signs of his agony and hear all the wonderful noises he makes as he suffers, I can’t help but hope that he’s wrestling with the idea that he should’ve been able to hurt me so easily and yet, there I am, the one left standing,” Rebecca paused, flashing a haughty grin, “and there he is, absolutely dying. It’s like adding insult to injury. Another layer of shame.”

“Mmmm. No doubt,” Tello murmured as Rebecca sat back, looking flush but satisfied.

“Now if it’s a case of self defense, that’s usually where it ends. I just want his balls to hurt to the point where he can’t get up. But that’s very rare. It’s more common for me to bust my boyfriend who, even if I’m angry with him, I still have feelings for and my thoughts tend to get a little deeper. If I’m mad at him or we’re arguing, I’ll still kick his balls hard – no doubt harder than he would say is necessary, because I really do want him to feel all the pain – but instead of walking away, I’ll stand close to him so that he can feel my presence looming over him. I guess I’m trying to make sure he understands my power in that moment and that it makes him feel weaker. Or maybe humbled? I don’t know. I do know, though, that I feel powerful and I want him to feel about me like I’m feeling about myself. I never taunt him in situations like that, either. I find that silence is far more devastating to his ego than any taunts.When I get him good – and I usually do – his eyes generally stay shut for a long time. As I study him, I do find myself internally coaxing, ‘Look up. Look up at me. Show me your pain.’” Rebecca sighed deeply. “God, that moment when he finally does look up and I see the physical pain, of course, but also the emotional hurt, the look of betrayal and just the utterly shameful look of defeat, it’s overwhelming. I just want to jump for pure joy. I know I’m smiling at him in a way that says, ‘Haha! What can you do? Not a damn thing.’ And that’s just so satisfying. Sometimes I wonder if that’s worse than the actual physical pain. Sometimes in situations like that I also find myself hoping he’ll talk back or try to get macho. Unfortunately, that almost never happens these days.” A wide grin broke onto to Rebecca’s porcelain face. “Huh. I guess he really has learned something after all these years. Too bad. Because if he was to sass me, it’s just a ready-made excuse for me to make him hurt all over again.”

“That smile tells me you’ve enjoyed many opportunities to do just that,” Lexi tittered, sounding only slightly jealous.

“Heh heh, yeah,” Rebecca replied, almost smugly. “Early on he was so slow on the uptake. Just when he was feeling good enough to get back to his feet, he’d say something smartass. I don’t know if he was trying to make me feel small or make himself feel better – or bigger – but it would just come out. And then, BOOM, there he was back on the ground in worse pain than ever. I especially loved when that would happen when we were arguing. Losing an argument to your girlfriend because she kicked your balls is bad enough, but then to have her kick you again, right when you’re starting to feel even the tiniest bit better, must be absolutely devastating. To all you men out there,” Rebecca said, laughing evilly, “if – or should I say when because it will happen to you – a woman decides to kick you where it hurts most, just stay down and shut up. Swallow down your pride and let her enjoy the moment like she deserves. Because if you don’t…,” Rebecca trailed off, glancing first at Tello and then at Lexi, who mouthed, “May I?” Rebecca’s smile widened as she waved her hand giving Lexi the floor.

“She’ll gleefully haul off and kick those aching and bruised balls of yours one more time. Probably even harder,” Lexi gushed, clearly relishing the idea.

“Exactly!” Rebecca agreed through gleeful laughter, so contagious that not only Lexi, but even Tello joined in with it.

“Hashtag truth,” Tello said as their laughter abated. When Rebecca cocked her head, Tello elaborated. “Let’s just say I know from personal experience.” His rich voice was soft and it gave Rebecca the feeling that Tello was actually in reverance over what he was about to say. Tello’s eyes probed Rebecca’s in a silent, respectful request for consent to interrupt the interview and when she nodded, he continued.

“I don’t know why, but this memory just popped into my head. It was the last time – by which I mean, the last time – Lexi and I disagreed over the layout of a spread. We were standing over the editing table and I was arranging some photos. Lexi offered her opinion that the layout might serve the story better if they took on a more comic book-like appearance instead of the traditional panels I was mocking up.” Tello glanced over at his partner and a small smile twinkled in her eyes causing Tello to chuckle. “I didn’t think you’d forget. Anyway, as Lexi no doubt remembers I protested with more vigor than was necessary – probably since I’d just spent so much time on it. Bad idea on my part. Without warning – oh, I should probably add, Lexi had just come from a business meeting and she was wearing these two-inch black heels with closed toes that started wide but then tapered to a point.” When Rebecca’s eyes widened, understanding the relevance of Tello’s backtracking, Tello nodded his head appreciatively. “So yeah, she basically wheeled around, more deftly than I would’ve ever given her credit for considering those heels, and slammed her foot between my legs. Fortunately we were close enough that the wide part of her heel connected instead of the pointy end, but regardless, she smashed both my balls. The initial jolt shocked me, but the real pain didn’t hit straight away and I had enough time to register the expression on her face which was – ,” Tello stroked his strong jaw trying to find the right descriptors. “Well, she looked so sad. Like not sad for her but sad for me, like she expected better from me. Her eyebrows were drawn and her lips were pursed as if she’d just forced herself to do what needed to be done. And yet, there was a joy in her eyes completely at odds with her expression. I got the sense that she was entirely satisfied by the fact that she’d crushed my nuts with a single kick. And then the real pain hit, spreading out from groin, up both sides of my abdomen until the whole center of my body seemed to be on fire. Of course, my hands instinctively shot to my groin, but even as they did, my legs began to jelly and I teetered in front of her bent over at the waist, my head twisted back to meet her gaze. At the sight of me, Lexi smiled and licked her bottom lip, and I’ve never felt more ridiculous. I could almost see myself doubled over clutching my balls while looking up at her with a mix of anguish, self-disgust and utter dismay while conversely, she looked blissfully contented. It was at this point things threatened to go dark and I could feel my vision fading. I sank slowly to my knees, almost oozing, as I struggled to breathe.”

Tello paused and inhaled deeply as if the memory alone was enough to make him feel short of breath. He looked from Lexi to Rebecca and found their eyes glued to him, delighted over what they were hearing. He offered them a puppy dog grin before continuing. “Now, mind you, by this time, I was no stranger to this position. Lexi, god bless her, has taken the opportunities to kick me in the balls whenever and wherever they arose.”

“Sometimes even when they didn’t!” Lexi blurted happily, to which Rebecca clapped her hands approvingly.

“Mmm hmm,” Tello murmured, one hand sliding into his groin as he conceded this truth. “Anyway, it gets worse – ,”

“Or better!” Lexi chimed in, her violet eyes gleaming.

Tello shrugged his shoulders. Now was not the time to argue. “I was down a good long time, and while I was, Lexi just stood at the board rearranging things to her liking. When I finally had the strength to look up, for some reason, it irritated me all over again to see her daintily going about her business of undoing mine. And that’s when I got stupid. Without thinking, I blurted ‘God, Lex, why do you have to be such a bitch?’” Tello shook his head. “Wrong thing to say. She spun toward me so fast I instinctively thrust my hands out. Like that was gonna protect me,” he said, letting the sarcasm drip. “All it did was leave me wide open. Naturally, Lexi didn’t miss the opportunity. All I know is that when I came to, my nuts hurt tremendously and Lexi was nowhere to be found.”

Rebecca’s jaw dropped. “Whoa. Wow.”

“Yeah,” Tello said. “Not my smartest moment. But what a weird sensation.” Swallowing hard, he added, “To know that I got knocked out – literally knocked unconscious – by a woman was, well, it turned my world upside down. All my life I would’ve bet that it could never happen and then BAM. Lights out.”

When Tello looked over at Lexi, Rebecca’s heart caught in her throat. Despite his discomfort at the memory, there was such a look of loving adoration in his eyes that it nearly made her melt. He really did get it, she mused.

“Well, don’t take it too hard Tello,” Rebecca said, flashing him a warm, sympathetic smile. “You’re not the first man to discover this. And you certainly won’t be the last. Though most probably wouldn’t admit it, there have been plenty of men who’ve been sent to dreamland by a girl after a solid kick or two in the jewels.” As she spoke, a curiosity rose in Rebecca’s eyes causing Tello’s eyebrow to raise. “This might seem out of left field, but a thought just occurred to me. Do you ever find yourself standing with Lexi – or any woman for that matter – and think, ‘she could kick me right now if she wanted to’? Or that she could totally knock you out if she tried?”

“I do now!” Tello chuckled, causing Rebecca and Lexi to laugh as well. “Seriously, it does hit me at the most random times. Like, for instance, I was at the coffee shop yesterday morning and there was a woman in front of me taking a ridiculous amount of time ordering. All I wanted was a cup of black coffee – nothing fancy – and it kinda pissed me off having to wait for her. I wanted to clear my throat loudly or do something to let her know I was waiting but I swallowed it down as I realized she could easily turn around and bury her knee between my legs and leave me curled up on the floor in front of the whole line of customers.”

“Ha ha, nice,” Rebecca laughed. “You were smart to keep it to yourself, although I wish you hadn’t,” she added smugly. “If it was me and you did that, I sure as hell would have planted my knee firmly in your groin.”

“No doubt,” Tello said, shaking his head in wonder at Rebecca’s appetite for making testicles hurt. “Hey,” he exclaimed, unintentionally causing Rebecca’s laugh to die in her throat. “This is supposed to be your interview and here I am doing all the talking!”

“It’s okay, Tello,” Rebecca replied, her smile returning. “Actually, it’s fun to hear your stories. I like knowing you get your balls kicked so much. It’s so… manly!”

When their exuberant laughter at Rebecca’s choice of word finally waned, Tello glanced over at Lexi. “Anything else you want to ask our pretty little advocate?”

“Well,” Lexi said, drawing it out as she grabbed for her phone. “How would you like to be this month’s advice columnist?”

“Advice columnist?” Rebecca asked, clearly perplexed with her brow furrowed.

Lexi looked up. “Oh right. You’ve never actually read the magazine. Every issue has a little section where readers can write in and have their questions answered. I usually play the role, sometimes Tello, but on ocassion, we do have some guest contributors. I think you’d find it kinda fun.”

“Um, okay,” Rebecca answered, still a little uncertain but curious about what kinds of questions Lexi and Tello received.

“The letters – emails, really – get sent to me so I’ll just read a few and see what you come up with. Since Tello still has the recorder going, we’ll just transcribe your answers later. Sound good?” She asked, reaching out and patting Rebecca’s thigh reassuringly as the girl nodded. “Let’s see,” Lexi started as she scrolled down her inbox. “Oooh, here’s a good one. From Cynthia, age twenty-three, from Riverside, CA. She writes, ‘Dear Busted, my boyfriend has gotten on this kick where he keeps hinting – or sometimes just outright asking – for me to get breast implants. I don’t know why since I’m a fairly perky C-cup. Maybe it’s because we live in a city where plastic surgery seems to be routine. Regardless, it’s gotten to the point where I’m over it and last week, when we were out for a walk, we passed this girl with obviously fake boobs and he nodded in her direction and flashed me a coy smile while raising his eyebrows up and down trying to give me a subtle hint. I don’t know what came over me but I had this strong urge to kick him in the nuts, really hard, right then and there. I was so disgusted. I didn’t, but I guess my question is: would it be wrong if I did?’” Lexi held a poker face as she set the phone down, not wanting to sway Rebecca one way or another.

Rebecca sat back and crossed her arms under her bosom, crossing one leg over the other, unmindful of the way her foot was bobbing. Had Tello been sitting any closer to the edge of the coffee table he was resting on, he would have found Rebecca’s foot catching him in an already aching area. Subtlely, he slid over several inches just to be safe as Rebecca formulated her answer.

“Dear Cynthia,” Rebecca began, looking up at the ceiling. “In short, no. You would not be wrong. The fact is, your boyfriend is being rude and there’s a good chance he’s making you feel a little bad about your body – which you shouldn’t, by the way. My advice is this: the next time he hints around or says anything, you simply turn to him and kick him in the balls. Boom. No warning. He’s earned himself a painful kick and you should not hesitate to give it to him. And when he finally gets up, don’t be shy. Kick him again – even harder if you can. Make sure he got the message. Happy busting, Rebecca.”

Lexi’s poker face dissolved into a gleeful titter as she slapped the palm of her hand on her knee. “Oh, that was good, Rebecca. I couldn’t have said it better myself,” she said between laughs, reaching for her phone. Composing herself, Lexi opened another email. “Looks like this one is from Tabitha, aged forty-one, from Tampa, FL. ‘Dear Busted,’ Tabitha begins, ‘This is less of a question and more of a confession but I thought I’d write in anyway.’” Lexi paused and glanced at Rebecca. “Maybe we should skip this one?”

Rebecca leaned forward in her chair, her green eyes glittering like emeralds and filled with expectation. “No, no,” she said, twirling her finger. “Let’s hear what the woman has to say!”

“If you say so,” Lexi said, smiling and nodding her head. “My confession is this: I really enjoy seeing my husband get his balls kicked by other women. I’m always secretly hoping that he says or does something stupid when he’s around another woman and that she takes the opportunity to bust him good and hard. It’s almost as satisfying for me to see it as when I do it myself. He’s just so adept at taking it. I’ve never seen another man take a kick in the balls as perfectly as my husband. He’s a tall guy, fairly well-built, but when he gets it in his poor testes he just crumbles to his knees every time. It’s like he’s falling in slow motion as he sinks to the ground letting out a gurgling groan like something’s caught in his throat – probably his nuts, lol! He can’t help cupping himself either, and it’s so fun to see him with his big, strong paws clutching his balls as he looks up at the woman who busted him, eyes already red from the pain and his handsome face all scrunched up.’” Lexi stopped reading as the image of Tabitha’s husband getting busted as she looked on greedily played in her mind. She glanced over at Rebecca and found the beginnings of a slinky smile curling up at the corners of her mouth. “’Truth be told,’ Tabitha continues, ‘the other evening we were out at a bar and as we were waiting for drinks I reached over and squeezed this gal’s ass that was standing in front of us. It was practically hanging out of her skirt just begging to be grabbed, so I did. Of course, I knew she would think it was my husband that did it. Sure enough, she whirled around, a menacing scowl etched on her otherwise pretty face, and reached up, grabbing my husband by the shoulders. Without hesitating she kneed him dead in the balls, hard enough to drive him backwards into me. I may have given him a little shove forward just as he started his descent so he didn’t knock me over, and then, true to form, he groaned and sank to his knees at that woman’s feet right in front of everyone at the bar. She glared down at him but a wide smile rose on her face when she saw how bad he was hurting. When she looked at me, the smile became a smirk and I could feel my own smile reaching up into my eyes. Then the woman spun back to the bar, collected her drink and strutted away from us, giving her ample ass a nice shake as she did. It was absolutely electric to see such a sexy woman take down my man with one hard knee to his precious jewels. I put my hand on his shoulder and leaned down, whispering in his ear, ‘You poor man. She really made your balls hurt, didn’t she?’ I tried to sound sympathetic but I’m sure he could hear the happy little lilt in my voice.’”

At the sound of Tello’s chuckle, Lexi stopped reading and looked over to him. He sported a silly, crooked little grin and his eyes were distant, though there was something of amusement in them.

“Sorry,” he said, still chuckling. “But doesn’t that sound familiar?” When Lexi’s expression remained blank, he elaborated. “That just sounds like something you would say, darling. In fact, it’s pretty close to what you said after Rebecca sent me to the floor.”

“I did, didn’t I?” Lexi mused, her face lifting happily at the memory. Tello nodded, feeling a bit aroused at how Lexi had taunted him, but motioned for Lexi to continue.

“Tabitha only adds one more thing,” Lexi said, peering at her phone. “Do you like seeing your man get it from other women, or am I just weird?” Setting the phone down, Lexi turned her attention toward Rebecca.

“Dear Tabitha,” Rebecca started with a wry smile, “while I prefer to be the one doing the busting, it never fails to improve my mood when I see my boyfriend take it in the babymakers, even if it’s from someone else. You know what?” Rebecca mused, her eyes staring off beyond the confines of the room. “Now that I think about it, I do really enjoy seeing other women bust my man. He should know I’m not the only girl who can leave his testicles a tortured mess. Nope. You’re not weird at all. And thanks for the lovely story! Hugs, Rebecca.”

Lexi clapped happily. “Oh girl, you’re a natural at this. How about we do one more?”

Rebecca nodded, rubbing her thighs in anticipation.

“Alright, let’s see. Okay here’s one. From Crystal aged thirty-three from Indianapolis. Dear Busted, last week I was at a conference and as I was on a break, standing in hallway grabbing a snack, I noticed a man and woman across the way outside the door of another conference room. They were both dressed in dark gray business suits, but she was wearing these really high heels with very pointed toes. I only noticed because the seemed a tad excessive for her relatively drab suit. Anyway, even from across the hall it wasn’t hard to read the irritation displayed on each of their faces. They were kind of yelling at each other but it was more like intense whispering. They both stopped as people began to file past them, putting on what I found to be rather weak and artificial smiles. After the room cleared, they went back at it. I tried to be inconspicuous as I watched but they were so intent, I don’t think they would have paid me any heed even if they did see me. Finally, after a minute or so, the woman pulled the man by the lapels of his suit jacket into the conference room and, without thinking about it, I moved across the hall toward the door just as it closed. Their voices were muffled, but definitely louder and a few seconds later I heard the man growl, ‘Well then, fuck you, Jenny.’ This was followed by silence that lasted for a few seconds until I heard a kind of whump sound and than a sharp cry, almost like a yelp. My pulse quickened as I wondered what happened but before I could react, the woman opened the door and walked past me without a glance, pulling at the hem of her gray skirt, like it had ridden up or something. I watched her stride calmly down the hall amazed that someone so furious just a moment ago could seem so unaffected now. Needless to say, curiosity got the better of me – I just had to know what happened.”

“I don’t know why, but I glanced around to make sure no one was watching me and found the coast clear so I stepped into the room. To my left were tables filled with a few remaining beverages and snack items and that’s where I saw the man in the suit. He was curled up in the fetal position and his face was all red. I could see sweat beading up on his furrowed brow. His eyes were squeezed shut so he didn’t see me come in. I stifled a gasp when I saw how tightly he was clutching his manly bits, and that’s when I realized what the whump sound was. The woman must have kicked him in the balls, and quite hard judging by the pain etched on his face. Then I remembered her shoes and I had to shake my head in wonder. With toes that pointy, she could have done some serious damage. I hesitated, fighting my natural instinct to try and help, but in the end, I couldn’t stop myself. I bent over the man and put my hand gently on his shoulder. When he looked up at me, there was fury behind his watery eyes. Summoning my most soothing tone, I asked him, ‘Are you okay? Did that woman kick you in the balls?” It must have been the wrong thing to say because he tried to push himself to one elbow as he growled angrily at me. I guess he was hurting pretty bad because he quickly slumped back to the ground and rolled away, showing me his backside. While I still wanted to make sure he was going to be okay, I was rather peeved at his volatile reaction. I was merely trying to help! I stood where I was for a while longer, my emotions jumping all over the place. One minute I felt sorry for the guy and the next I was angry at his abrupt reaction. Then a surprising sensation stole into me.”

“As I watched him struggle, clearly in a tremendous amount of pain, I started feeling tingly inside. Once again, I found my pulse quickening, and I realized I was excited. It secretly thrilled me to know that he was in so much pain because she had ended their argument rather simply – by kicking him really hard in the balls. I should’ve been concerned for his well-being, but here I was thinking how glad I was that she kicked him. Was I wrong for feeling like that?”

There was no poker face for Lexi this time as she nodded knowingly at Rebecca. “I think I know what you’re going to say. Let’s see if I’m right.” Lexi could already the passion rising brightly in Rebecca’s green eyes. Tello studied Rebecca intently as well, even as the thought of that man having to see his colleague again, knowing she put him in his proper place, sent a twinge of empathy through him. He knew what it was like to feel the embarrassment and shame of facing a woman who’d humbled him.

Skipping the usual greatings, Rebecca leapt right in. “Hell no!” She said, pounding her fist into her palm emphatically. “You should always be glad whenever a man gets his balls busted by a woman. As far as I’m concerned, you shouldn’t even feel sorry for him. Every woman has the right to bust a man’s balls if she deems it necessary and, unfortunately for him, he only has the right to take it. In this case it sounds like he was trying to intimidate the woman, so she definitely did the right thing by cutting it short with a kick to his balls. She put him in his place and hopefully he’ll be a better man for it. If not, well, he’ll just keep finding himself curled up in agony wishing he didn’t have testicles.” Rebecca sat back, gazing intensely while clenching and unclenching her fists. Suddenly, she jumped to her feet. “Oh, and one more thing, Crystal. That tingling feeling only gets better if you do it yourself, trust me. So if you ever find yourself in a situation like that, don’t hesitate. Step back and kick his balls up his throat. You will be so glad you did!”

As Rebecca spoke, her fiery passion gripped Tello and he quickly abandoned any empathic notions. “Bravo,” he said, rising to his feet while clapping softly. “Bra – vo!”

“Indeed,” Lexi chimed in, her face disappearing into a broad, beaming smile. “What a great note to end on!”

Rebecca took a deep breath as color flushed her porcelain cheeks at the praise of her new friends. She took the hand Tello offered her and let him pull her to her feet.

“Seriously,” Tello said, letting a warmth steal into his eyes as he stared into Rebecca’s eyes. “What a fantastic interview. And such great advice! It couldn’t be any better.”

Rebecca smiled and inhaled his delicious scent as he wrapped her in a big hug. He really was one strong, beautiful man. When he finally released her, much to her regret, Rebecca grinned at him. “Ah, but it could,” she said with a flirty wink. As Tello’s eyes widened with curiosity and surprise, she elaborated by driving her knee up, smashing his balls. If they weren’t bruised before, they would be now, Rebecca thought as he slid down her body, crumpling at her feet. She glanced over at Lexi with an exultant smile as she deftly slid away from the heavy weight of Tello’s body against her thighs and the grin Lexi returned only grew as her partner sank to floor, left once again cradling his balls in wretched agony.

“Mmmmm,” Lexi purred. “That was perfect.” As she made her way to Rebecca’s side, Lexi paused to stop the recorder. “Now, how about we talk details? When Tello recovers, I’ll have him take some pictures of you. But while we’re waiting, we can head into the other room and I’ll tell you how everything works. Sound good?”

Rebecca nodded and followed her host out of the room. Unable to resist the urge to look back, Rebecca turned her head, brushing a few strands of raven hair from her contented green eyes. The sight of Tello curled up on the floor, panting and groaning reminded her of another truth, which in turn, brought a fresh smile to her face. When it comes to interactions between the sexes, it’s always the woman who is able to simply walk away.

After she kicks him in the balls, all the man can do is curl up and wait for the pain to pass.

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