So I had this guy I was talking to on FetLife who was really into being kneed in the nuts and asked me if I’d do it to him. I told him I’m vaguely curious to try that but I don’t want a stranger in my house or to be in a stranger’s house. He said we could go for coffee and then find a secluded place somewhere outside and I could get in a few hits.
I just got back from that outing. Dude’s personality was totally disarming and he was cute in a cuddly bear sort of way; I kinda wanted to pinch his cheeks. I felt pretty much fine about finding an alley in which to ballbust him (there’s always the possibility that someone is a sociopath who knows how to seem harmless, I guess; allegedly, sociopaths are good at being charming and stuff. But honestly I think a sociopathic serial killer would lure his victims by a more vanilla route, like advertising a car for sale or whatever. Something that won’t make most people feel all weirded out).
We found an alley and he coached me on how to knee him. It was fun in the sense that I was trying something new and the situation itself was hilariously surreal, but overall, from a sadist’s perspective…kinda disappointing.
I wanted to feel powerful. I wanted him to end up doubled over and gagging but still begging me for more because ultimately the pain turned him on. But he didn’t really react much, even when I went as hard as I could. Possibly because…maybe my sense of anatomy was thrown off by him wearing pants, or maybe ballbusting is typically done differently from how I’d pictured, but I feel like he was having me knee him way too far forward – like basically getting me to slam my knee into his dick. My instinct was to get my knee right between his legs so that I would drive his balls straight up into his body, while he kept readjusting me so I’d knee the front side of his nutsack and make it swing back (or, as I said, maybe just knee him in the dick).
When things began to wind down and I realized that the kneeing wasn’t really doing it for me, I asked him if I could punch him in the chest a little bit. He had a broad, well-padded torso (padded with fat and muscle as well as a winter coat). He acquiesced, and that did get me to my happy place. Or halfway, anyway – he cried uncle way sooner than I thought he would, considering he’s a burly man who does martial arts (so he’s presumably sparred and taken hits before). He flinched every time I went to hit him, was like “Oh shit, are you a boxer?” after the first hit when he saw my form, and was like “ow ow ow too hard!” when I wasn’t going nearly full strength. Very satisfying from a reaction junkie’s perspective. Less satisfying as far getting to the catharsis state I enjoy.
And that was that. I don’t think ballbusting will become a regular part of my repertoire unless this was in fact an atypical experience. I wanna make a guy fall over screaming, dammit!