Frank knows he is in for a rough night as soon as he sees Miss Shell's face. It is a mix of excitement and terror, a look that always sends shivers down his spine. After losing the privilege of wearing his collar in Miss Shell's presence, her little subby is eager to earn it back. Now- he is paying the price, welcome to (S)HELL little one! Shackled and tied, Frank's arms stretch above his head and his legs spread wide open as Miss Shell approaches him, a metal leash in one hand and a collar in the other. 'Oh, look where we are again,' she purrs, circling him like a predator. 'You have gotten yourself quite into a predicament, once again we are doing ballbusting, but here is the best part - if you do a good job to impress me with taking some REAL HARD KICKS, you will get this collar back, and you will get to wear this again in my presence. Do you understand me?' Frank nods, fear and arousal coursing through his body. 'Good boy. Now, let's see how well you can take my kicks.' She wastes no time in getting to work, her foot connecting with Frank's cock with a loud thud. He groans and whimpers, the pain shooting through his entire body. But he tries not to turn away - he knows Miss Shell enjoys watching his face contort in agony as she kicks him relentlessly. Watching his entire body shake like a leaf in his anticipation of her kicks, Miss Shell laughs cruelly at her submissive. She kicks him again and again, each time with more power than before. Frank's cries grow louder with each kick, his body trembling with pain and fear. But Miss Shell is far from done. After breaking out of the ceiling anchor point, Frank is made to bend over across the spanking bench, his tiny legs stretching open as she kicks his balls with all her might. The impact is so strong that Frank's restraints loosen and his metal leash falls off, the impact of the kick causing him to fall to the ground. Miss Shell simply laughs, finding pleasure in the fact that her kicks are so powerful they can break his restraints. 'That is just the initial kick, just imagine how strong the next ones will be.' And she is right. With each kick, Frank's balls are crushed and busted, tears streaming down his face as he cries out in pain. But Miss Shell isn't satisfied yet. She wants to see him cry, to taste his tears. 'I love to see those tears in your eyes,' she purrs, her hand gently caressing his face. 'It's delicious. I hope you cry again so I can taste those tears. Now, one more kick.' She kicks him again, her foot connecting with his balls with such strength that he falls to the ground, whimpering with blue balls and an aching cock. Miss Shell pulls him into her warm embrace, comforting him and whispering in his ear. 'Such a good boy,' she says, stroking his hair. 'You took my kicks so well. And now, you've earned your collar back.' **Includes a peek into personal aftercare**