\[ My first attempt at ball-busting fiction \]

Ken was an only child with an absent father, who grew up in the far reaches of suburbia that bordered on a rural area. He was a good kid, kinda naive. And for some reason he seemed to be a magnet for female aggressiveness and dominance. And instead of resisting it he couldn't help meekly submitting.

His well-meaning mother finagled him a year's scholarship at a fancy all-boys boarding school. Little did she realize that the school was only for submissive boys. The school was over a hundred years old and the buildings had ivy growing over them.

Once he got settled in at the school he got along well with the other boys.

All the teachers and staff were women except Joe the janitor.

When Ken started having problems with involuntary erections during one of his classes the teacher sent him to the school nurse.

The nurse's office was standard. Everything was white, walls, cabinets and counters. It had a stainless-steel sink and a grey linoleum floor. The nurse sat in an office chair that rolled on casters. The nurse was a skinny, prune-faced lady. Her thin blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail. She was around 50. She wore a starched white uniform.

She began by giving him a humiliating enema. He told her about how his mother had trained him to give himself regular enemas, a practice the nurse thoroughly approved. Then she humiliated him by handling his naked genitals and pronouncing them average-sized but somehow vestigial, possibly because he had a habit of tucking them in between his legs as if he was ashamed of them. She made him masturbate to prove that they were healthy. She made him clean up the mess his semen made on the floor.

The headmistress was very strict. When his friends egged him on to do a rude prank he didn't realize the danger. He was soon scheduled to be punished by the headmistress. The school nurse got him ready by figging him. She used a special variety of ginger root that made his poor tender butthole feel like it was on fire. What was even more embarrassing was that the discomfort in his butthole gave him a rampant erection. The figging wasn't strictly necessary since the headmistress didn't plan to cane him, which is the reason boys are figged.

There was a special connecting door between the nurse's office and the headmistress's office. The nurse lead him naked through the door to receive his punishment.

The headmistress's office was big and her desk was big. Books were packed solid on shelves that extended from floor to ceiling and completely covered all four walls. Expensive, hand-made rugs covered the floor. Furnishings, woodwork, all the decor in the room was old and venerable.

The headmistress was a stout woman around 50. She had brown hair that she wore in a short permanent. Her cheeks were puffy and wrinkled and covered with light-brown fuzz. She wore very little make up. Ken trembled in fear when he saw how hard and cruel her eyes and tight lips were.

The headmistress laughed when she saw his erection and instructed the nurse to put a condom on him so he wouldn't soil her beautiful carpets with his boy-slime.

She ordered him to get down on the floor on his hands and knees. She instructed the nurse to put a humbler device on his balls. The nurse was careful not to pinch his scrotum while she did it. A humbler pulls the wearer's balls back behind his thighs and makes it impossible for him to stand up.

He was terrified and felt very vulnerable but he still had a stiff erection.

The headmistress gloated on his helplessness. She took a wooden spoon out of a desk drawer and went around behind him. He jumped and cried out in pain when she gave his balls a sharp whack with the spoon. The two women laughed.

She waited 5 minutes in silence for him to recover. He wondered if the punishment was over. Then she gave him another whack. Tears began to stream down his cheeks. She began to berate him about his bad attitude and bad behavior, whacking him ever few minutes.

The pain became almost excruciating and he felt like his poor balls had swollen to the size of tennis balls.

She told him his balls were the source of all his behavior problems and that boys like him would better off if they were relieved of their balls.

He couldn't believe what he was hearing, he was horrified. The punishment seemed endless. Finally, after receiving a particularly hard whack, to his devasting shame he couldn't help surrendering to a powerful ejaculation that ballooned out the end of the condom. The ladies laughed and this marked the end of the punishment. The nurse bent down and released him from the humbler.

He shakily stood up clutching his sore, swollen balls.

The headmistress told him she hoped he had learned his lesson about bad behavior. He just hung his head and let the nurse lead him back to her office where she removed the condom and fig and helped him get dressed.

It took over a week for his poor balls to recover. His condition caused him to walk in a very noticeably slow and bowl-legged way that his classmates laughed at and made fun of. But he felt better when he learned that all the boys were subjected to this punishment at least once, sometimes for very minor offences.

Some years later he ran into one of his old classmates and they began to talk about old times at the school. When they got around to talking about the punishments he learned a shocking fact. The headmistress hadn't been bluffing about relieving a male of his balls. It had been a well-known secret among the long-term students that Joe the janitor had committed some infraction, or series of infractions, that had led to the headmistress having him unsexed. This clarified something that Ken had wondered about at the time, it explained why whenever Ken saw Joe talking to the headmistress he showed an almost infantile neediness and submissiveness towards her. She had cruely transformed him to be her sniveling, degraded eunuch. Prior to this, his friend told him, Joe had been a proud, almost macho guy. The realization made Ken shudder.