Teen Titans: The Fight

Starfire, Robin and Raven stumbled back to the Tower, all three aching and moaning under their breath. Beast Boy was waiting for them as they limped back in. 

“What happened! Why do the three of you look like you ate a bad burrito…” 

Beast Boy noticed how sick and uncomfortable they all looked. They were limping and holding their stomachs, he thought. But then he realized their hands were actually a little lower… 

“Jinx fights dirty…” Robin groaned. 

“It would’ve been fine if you didn’t distract me.” Raven groaned. 

“You’re the one that distracted me! I think we can blame you for this, actually.” 

Raven grimaced. “If you just didn’t get involved, it would’ve been fine!” Raven got in Robin’s face, who held her gaze and didn’t back down. The two’s hands were down by their groin but their hands were shaking in fury. 

Starfire tried to get between them, weak but trying to speak up. “Friends, please. Friends don’t fight, let it go… and let us lay down.” 

“Guys, guys. What happened!?” Beast Boy asked. The three looked at each other and groaned, shy and embarrassed. 



Raven found Jinx up to no good on her patrol, and reported it to Starfire and Robin. She couldn’t let Jinx get away, so she jumped down and was prepared to handle Jinx as Robin and Starfire came in for backup, in case there was anybody else around. 

Jinx and Raven went back and forth, but Raven started to get the upper hand and put Jinx on the back foot. She started to feel confident in handling this situation.

”Raven! Just stall, we’re on the way!”

Raven grimaced at Robin’s annoying voice. He insisted she put in a Bluetooth device so they could communicate from long distances, but she just found it annoying. She ignored him and continued to fight Jinx. 

“It’s always me and you, Raven. Maybe it’s meant to be.” 

“Shut up. You’re just a boring villain!” Raven exclaimed as she raised her hands up and brought shadow-constructed hands from the ground beside her. Jinx’s eyes went wide and flipped away as Raven sent her shadow arms forward. Jinx tried to send Hexes Raven’s way as she weaved, but Raven flew over them and landed on top of Jinx, using her knees and magic to hold her down. Jinx grimaced and tried to pull away but Raven had the upperhand, kneeling over her. 

”Raven, do you copy! We’re almost there!”

Raven grimaced as she looked down at Jinx, seeing that she was holding her down. Raven turned away, pressing her hand into her ear to activate the bluetooth. 

“I have her, now leave me alone.” 

The Adult in the Room - Part 3: Happy Memories

Part 1: The Response

Part 2: Scrambled Eggs 

 

Luca spent most of the day afterwards in his room. He couldn’t say anything even if he wanted to. What could he say? He had nothing that could to live up to what he wanted to say or felt. It also just didn’t matter how he felt. It always ends the same, so why bother? 

“Hey, Luca? You good?” 

Landon tried to get Luca to talk the next day, but Luca brushed it off. Saying he’s fine and talking with empty but respectful platitudes before Luca went back to work on his art. Landon watched this and decided to give it one more day. 

“Hey, prick whistler. Still moping?” Emily asked the next day. 

“...Why…” 

“Exactly? Why mope around like this, you’re not-”

“Emily, chill.” Landon insisted.

“No, it’s fine. I am moping.” Luca responded. He was pouring himself water in his shorts and shirt, and Landon shook his head. 

“Why? Why are you moping?” Landon asked. 

“Why else do you think? You know the answer, he’s just being a pissy baby.” 

Luca felt his frustrations bubble hearing this. Landon was going to say something, but Emily put her hand up. 

Teen Titans - A Curious Ritual

Here's a fanfiction! Also, this is heavy CB so if this isn't your thing, be warned! Don't forget to check the labels if you're particular about that sort of thing!  

 

 “Raven. I noticed that male’s have an off switch between their legs. Is there a reason that is the case?” Starfire asked Raven. 

Raven was meditating and opened one eye as she floated. Starfire was staring with her huge green eyes, hands holding each other as she bent closer with a big, curious smile on her face. 

“I told you not to bother me when I’m meditating…” 

“Well… yes, but you never want me to bother you. So there must be a time that you’re wrong, and it would be okay to bother you then.” 

“And that time is now?” Raven groaned, closing her eye again. 

“Well, I walked past the living room and saw Robin on the floor. He usually does not lie down there, so I asked him if he was considering the floor as new living quarters.” 

Raven said nothing as Starfire continued to stare at her. Her smile dropped for a second, before picking it back up again. 

“But then Cyborg told me what happened! He was happy to tell me but I also got a sense that… it pained him to explain the situation to me.” 

The Adult in the Room - Part 2: Scrambled Eggs

Part 1: The Response 

 

Luca couldn’t hang out with his friends that night. He was too sick from the kick to get up and had to sleep the night away. Or at least tried to, as the pain never really quite went away and he couldn’t stop thinking about it. He and Emily finally got in a fight, an actual fight it felt like, and it was over in just a flash. She went downstairs, to his manhood, and ended it before it truly began. 

Not to mention, him actually getting kicked by her… it shook something in him. Emily always made jokes about it, tempted Landon’s sister to slam him in the nuts and always said weird, annoying things that made him squirm. Something inside him always knew this was possible but it still felt like a boundary, like a fence between reality and a nightmare. A line he and Emily drew in the sand together as she’s never hit him in the balls before. It was an understanding, an agreement that would never be broken. She’d joke about it, point it out and make him squirm, hell she’d even do it to guys around them. But to her own baby brother, to someone she looks after and is responsible for… to kick them so hard in their most sensitive, intimate place… it just didn’t feel possible. 

Even when they were younger, she always felt like something more than a sister. The age gap made her like a 2nd mom to him and when they were younger, she was protective over him and never made him squirm. But ever since a few years ago, when Luca moved in with her, things just got more and more uncomfortable. 

Reaching this boiling point, Luca squirmed on his bed and clutched his sore plums in his hand and tried to move on. He went to his phone, saw all the texts he got from all his friends and one missed call from Landon. Luca put his phone away and just tried to melt into his bed as the deep, dull ache in his balls and stomach permeated and he just tried to rest through it. He knew she was working tomorrow, and so he could just rest tomorrow and do what he needed to do. 

The next day comes and Luca gets out of his bed. His balls are still a little sensitive, but he’s able to get up. Pulling on his boxers and rubbing his hair, he smells his hand after he pulls it away from cupping his balls and sucks the smell in. He then breathes out and makes it to the door, then quickly to the kitchen to make his breakfast. He walks into the smell of eggs. 

“Morning. I made you breakfast.” 

Luca stared at Emily with a confused and almost frightened look on his face. He didn’t expect to see her here, and didn’t want to see her either after last night. 

Emily looked up from the couch, and saw Luca standing there. She saw a tent in his underwear and couldn’t help but point it out. 

Luca looked down and flattened it; he wasn’t hard, he just had himself laying against the fabric and that’s how it rested. His dick flopped down and shook in his musty drawers. He didn’t have the energy or desire to explain. He didn’t want to talk about anything uncomfortable. 

“Thank you for breakfast…” He said, going over to the food and staring at the scrambled eggs. He looked at the bottle of ketchup on the table and then back down at his food for a moment. He was lost in thought. 

“I called out today. Making sure I didn’t break your balls or anything.” 

Adult in the Room - Part 1: The Response

A loud roar of joyous, youthful laughter roared out and Luca reached up and leaned on his tall, best friend, pushing him away. His dyed Blonde hair fell on Landon’s shoulder and the two shared the joy as Luca jumped off and pointed at Landon. 

“Laaame! Come on bitch, don’t back out!” 

“Luca, you fucking weirdo I’m not doing that-” 

Luca leaped forward in front of Landon, his thin, loose jeans falling on the grass beneath them. Luca’s hair flailed as he swung and he opened his legs wide. Landon smiled brightly as he stared at Luca’s spread legs, seeing his jeans bulging between his legs. His eyes jumped up, scanning over the dirty shirt and loose jacket over Luca’s long, slender body and finally up at his face. Luca’s eyes were closed and his mouth fluttered in exaggeration. 

“Daddy, don’t hurt me! Please, don’t step on my balls!” 

Landon laughed and hid away, his tall, lanky frame smiling and embarrassed as their friends were also ashamed, but in good taste. Landon shook his head and walked up to Luca and pressed his foot down gently on Luca’s groin, feeling his junk under his foot. 

“Aw!” Luca let out in high pitched, closing his thighs together. “Harder Daddy, harder!” 

“Shut up!” Landon replied in laughter, digging his foot in, his heel sinking into Luca’s groin, twisting it. 

Luca cried out, his eyes opening and pulling his hands into his best friend’s foot. The pressure was building but it wasn’t on his most sensitive parts. 

“Oh, yes, like that, yes!” 

A Parting Gift: The Story of When My Mother Kicked Me in the Balls (Reddit Story)

I read this story on Reddit and LOVED it. I have a story coming soon that's heavily inspired by this (though I add my own touches to them of course...). But this was awesome and I have to share it here. The author's link is below too! 

 

By Gavinblonk1010 

 

The following is a story I have told a decent chunk of people on r/ballbustingpussyenvy and associated communities in DMs over the past year or two. It concerns an actual experience I had involving my mom many years ago, back when I was 18. I have always been a bit hesitant to publicly share it for a number of reasons, from the irrational fear that she or someone I know might somehow find out about it, to the more rational fear that readers will be too judgmental of it, and might find it too extreme or offensive. But due to the kind of feedback it’s gotten in private conversations, I felt it would be appreciated if I put it out there for those who are interested, and it would also help me to be able to just refer people to this post instead of having to type it out every time I’m asked. Perhaps it will also encourage others to share similar experiences they might’ve had.

I’m sure there’s been some slight variation in details as I’ve told the story over time, usually because I don’t feel like explaining this or that part or because I’m nervous to share this or that detail, and so I leave things out or abridge them or simplify them; or because I’m trying to fill in gaps and decide to just say what would want to be heard. I also tended to write in a way that absolved me of any guilt in the situation. This version will be the best recollection of the event I can muster and will include all the details without creative embellishment. 

This version also includes a detail which I’ve often cut out of my description in DMs (though not always) because I was afraid people would find it gross and a turn-off, but I am electing to describe it here without reservation.

Finally, as a warning, this story could possibly be somewhat discomforting to a sensitive reader. I would simply like to say that I wouldn’t trade this experience for the world and I am glad it happened, because, put simply, it was hot. At least after all I put up with from her, I got this memory out of it.

Now, to get to the story.

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My mom and I always had a tumultuous relationship. She has a good heart deep down but is also a very domineering person, and has a reputation for being somewhat emotionally unstable and narcissistic. She also has a tendency to be psychologically, and sometimes even physically, abusive, the latter of which is sometimes exacerbated by her habit of drinking—although she has never necessarily been an alcoholic. What’s more, my mom has always been rather insensitive and tone-deaf, with a persistent tendency to demean others.

Especially men.

My mom has invariably seemed to hold a condescending view towards men, although not in a “feminist” sense, per se, but simply in the sense that she is a woman and they are something else. This mindset has always been most apparent when expressed through her sense of humor: as long as I’ve known her, she has loved emasculating men, or seeing men emasculated, with crude jokes and degrading statements.

Of this kind of humor, no subject seemed to tantalize her more than that of nutshots.

In fact, my mom is probably the main influence responsible for my feelings towards ballbusting/pussy envy. She always found such injuries hilarious, no matter how severe or undeserved they were, nor the degree of distress or anguish they caused their victims. She very frequently talked about them, and loved to make jokes when they happened, or that they were going to happen, or that she was going to make them happen. She never hid her laughter when seeing some poor male get hit in the privates.

One night, all of these things converged to create a memory I have never since forgotten