Breasts Appreciation Day - Factory Edition

Once a year, on September 2, the otherwise quaint city of Teaseville transformed into a vibrant, albeit peculiar, spectacle. This was ***Breasts Appreciation Day***, a holiday that had grown from a small local tradition to a full-fledged national event for the past decade. The rules were simple: from sunup to sundown, every woman aged tender 18 to wise 50 was encouraged to ditch their shirts and blouses and instead flaunt their curves with only a bra as their top. This was a day to revel in the beauty and power of femininity that drew crowds from far and wide. The only rule for men was a strict one: no erections allowed. This was a day to admire, not indulge.

Alex had the dubious honor of being the sole male worker at the Steelhearth Factory on this notorious day. The rest of the blue-collar men had all called in sick, leaving him to manage the assembly line alongside the usual two female employees, Tabitha and Heather. Both were known for their voluptuous figures, and today was no exception. They strutted into work, each wearing a bra that did more to show off their ample assets than cover them up.

Tabitha, a blonde bombshell with piercing green eyes, walked in with a smug grin that seemed to say, "Look, but don't touch." Her golden hair cascaded down her back in loose waves, framing her bare shoulders. Her massive breasts were hoisted by a silky black bra that barely contained their size, the fabric stretched against her creamy skin. The sight of her made Alex's heart race and his dick throb in his work trousers. She was dressed in her usual factory attire of worn-out jeans and steel-toe boots.

But it was Heather, the brunette with a toned body, that truly tested Alex's resolve. Her dark hair was pulled back in a messy bun, revealing the full extent of her chest. Her bra was a scandalously red number that highlighted the deep contrast between her pale skin and the dark auburn locks. Her breasts looked like they could fill a man's hands and overflow, begging for attention. The simple act of her reaching for her toolbelt caused them to jiggle in a mesmerizing fashion, and Alex had to clench his fists to keep from reaching out. Her factory outfit was tight, hugging her curves in a way that made every step she took a seductive dance. The denim hugged her hips.

The day dragged on with Alex's eyes darting between the two like a pinball machine, his cock pulsing with every movement they made. It was like working in a torture chamber designed to drive his libido to its breaking point. The humidity in the factory was thick, sticking to his skin like a second layer of clothing, and the constant reminder of his erection was driving him mad. He'd never been this hard for so long without relief.

During lunch break, the two women decided to take a breather outside, leaving Alex to man the machines. He was grateful for the momentary respite, thinking maybe the cool breeze would help calm his raging boner. But as he worked, his thoughts grew more and more depraved. He imagined sliding his hands over their bras, feeling the softness of their breasts. He had to bite his lip to keep from groaning. As he was lost in his thoughts, he heard the clack of their boots approaching. He turned to find them standing in the doorway, arms crossed and expressions stern. "We're gonna need to talk," Heather said, her voice as cold as the steel they worked with. His heart sank.

They led him to the break room, where they had set up a makeshift throne of crates and a foldable chair, gesturing for him to sit. "You've been eye-fucking us all morning," Tabitha said bluntly, her green eyes boring into his soul. "You know the rules."

Alex gulped, his throat dry. "I know, I'm sorry," he managed to croak out, his eyes darting down to the bulge in his pants. "It's just, you know, the day and all."

"Sorry isn't gonna cut it," Heather said with a smirk. "You know what happens to guys who can't keep it in check on *Breasts Appreciation Day*?"

Alex swallowed hard. "Yeah, I do," he replied, his eyes glued to the floor.

"Good," Tabitha said, her voice laced with a hint of amusement. "If you can't handle your little friend here," she gestured to his crotch, "we're going to have to take matters into our own hands."

Heather took a step closer, her chest heaving as she leaned down so that her breasts were at eye level. "If you get a hard-on again, we're both going to knee you in the balls," she warned. "And we won't stop until you learn to keep your fucking eyes to yourself."

Tabitha nodded in agreement, her own breasts jiggling as she moved closer to him. "You see these beauties?" she asked, cupping them in her hands. "They're for looking, not for you to get off on."

Alex couldn't help but nod, his eyes glued to her hands as they squeezed her breasts together, pushing them up and out. The sight was intoxicating, and despite his fear of their retribution, his cock grew even harder. He was painfully aware that his arousal was visible, tenting his pants like a flag pole.

"Look at you," Heather sneered, her eyes narrowing. "You can't even listen to us without getting harder."

Alex's face flushed scarlet, and he couldn't argue. His cock was now straining so much that it was painfully evident through his pants.

"We're giving you one sole warning," Tabitha warned. "If you don't get that fucking boner under control, we're going to turn your balls into pancakes," she said, her voice sharp as metal.

The afternoon rolled on, the heat from the machines mixing with the heat of his desire. Alex couldn't help but stare at the way Heather's bra straps dug into her shoulders as she worked, her breasts bouncing slightly with every movement. Each time she bent over to pick up a tool, he could see the faint outline of her nipples pressing against the soft fabric. It was like watching a pornographic ballet, and he was the only one in the audience.

Tabitha, noticing his wandering eyes, took every opportunity to flaunt her own chest. She leaned over the machines, her breasts threatening to spill out of her bra. Each jiggle sent a bolt of lightning down his spine. Her breasts bobbed with a hypnotic rhythm, and Alex felt like he was in a trance. The sight was too much to handle, and he felt his cock pulse painfully in his pants.

As the end of the shift approached, the tension in the factory grew thick. The whirring machines and the clanking of metal were the only sounds, punctuated by the occasional taunt from Heather or a knowing look from Tabitha. When the clock finally struck five, Alex was sweating bullets. He knew he'd pushed his luck, and he braced himself for the inevitable. They didn't care for the usual post-shift banter. Instead, they marched towards him, their eyes flashing with annoyance. "Looks like you didn't learn your lesson," Heather said, her hand on her hip.

Alex looked between them, desperation in his eyes. "Please, I'm sorry. I couldn't help it," he begged, his voice cracking. "Don't knee me in the balls, please."

But his pleas fell on deaf ears. With a smirk, Tabitha strode up behind him and looped her arms under his, trapping him in a full nelson. The sudden movement made him gasp, his erection throbbing painfully. "You've had your fun," she whispered in his ear. "Now it's our turn."

Heather stepped forward, her eyes gleaming with malice. "I'll knee them so hard, I'll turn you into a girl," she said, her voice low and full of promise. The words sent a shiver down Alex's spine, his fear spiking along with his arousal. The idea of her powerful thigh connecting with his testicles was just terrifying. Without warning, she swung her leg up, her knee connecting with his crotch with brutal force. Alex's eyes widened with pain as he let out a strangled moan. He felt the impact like a shockwave through his body, his cock pulsing and his balls feeling like they were retreating into his body. The room swam around him as the agony washed over him in waves. Heather's eyes widened, and she took a step back, a look of surprise flashing across her face. "You're still hard?" she said incredulously. "Who the fuck gets harder when they get kneed in the nuts?"

Alex groaned, his body convulsing as Tabitha held him upright, her laughter ringing through the factory. "Looks like he's enjoying the show," she teased. "It's probably because your tits bounce so much when you knee him," she added.

Heather's smile grew wicked, and she took a step closer, her thigh muscles flexing as she raised her leg again. "Let's see how much you enjoy this," she murmured, her knee connecting with Alex's crotch once more. The sight of Heather's breasts jiggling as she delivered the blow had only made things worse. His eyes remained glued to her cleavage, the deep valley between her breasts beckoning him even as she kneed him in the groin. The pain was exquisite, a sharp, biting agony that sent his senses into overload. Yet his body was a traitor, his cock refusing to go down even as the air was forced from his lungs. He could feel the fabric of his pants straining with his arousal even though he felt the pain grow in his balls. Heather studied him, her eyes sparkling with a blend of disbelief and fascination. "You're a tough nut to crack, aren't you?" she murmured, her tone filled with a newfound respect. "I've never seen a guy stay hard after taking a knee to the balls, let alone twice."

Her words were like gasoline on a fire. Alex's arousal grew even more intense, his body betraying him. The pain was unbearable, yet the sight of the two women, their breasts on display, had him at their mercy.

"Guess I'll just have to keep going, then," Heather said with challenge and curiosity. She took a deep breath and reared her leg back once more, her thigh muscles taut with power. Alex's eyes squeezed shut as he braced for the third impact, his body trembling in anticipation. The blow came swiftly, her knee crashing into his groin with a powerful thud that made his teeth clench. The pain was searing, but his erection remained steadfast. If anything, the agony only seemed to fuel his desire, his cock pulsing with a desperate need for release. He heard the women's laughter over the ringing in his ears, their amusement at his predicament only adding to the delicious torment. Alex moaned, his eyes squeezed shut as he felt the fabric of his pants tighten even further. Each knee to the groin was like a bizarre form of foreplay, sending shockwaves of pain and pleasure through his body. His cock felt like it was going to burst from the confines of his pants, the ache in his balls growing with every passing second. Heather stepped back. She stared at Alex, her brows furrowed in amazement. "What the fuck?" she spat, looking down at his crotch. "You're not supposed to get harder when a girl knees you in the nuts, you know that, right?"

Tabitha couldn't help but gawk at Alex, her green eyes wide with astonishment. She had never seen a man maintain an erection under such punishing circumstances. "I can't believe your balls aren't broken yet," she exclaimed in bewilderment and admiration. "Any other pair of nuts would have exploded by now."

Alex groaned, his eyes watering from the pain, "Please, stop," he begged, but the desperation in his voice was undercut by the obvious arousal that was still very present.

"Alright, let's switch," said Tabitha, "Before you turn his balls into jelly, it's only fair I get a chance." She stepped into place, her breasts bouncing slightly with excitement. Alex's eyes went wide as Heather took hold of him in a similar hold, her arms strong from years of factory work. The anticipation was unbearable, his cock straining painfully against the fabric of his pants.

"You want us to stop, huh?" Tabitha purred. "But your penis seems to have other plans," she whispered. She gestured to his crotch with a smirk. "I'm going to knee you in the balls until you can't spread your genes," she declared with amusement.

Alex felt a shiver of terror run through him at her words. "Please," he moaned, "Anything but the balls." But his pleas were met with a sadistic chuckle from Heather.

"Come on, Tabby, let's see if you can pop his fucking balls," Heather encouraged, her grip tightening around Alex's arms. Her words hung in the air like a challenge, echoing through the empty factory.

With a sadistic grin, Tabitha stepped forward. Alex couldn't tear his eyes away from her chest as she took her stance, her breasts bobbing slightly with each movement. He could see the fabric of her bra stretching with every breath she took, the anticipation driving him mad with desire.

"Looks like you're enjoying the view," she taunted. "Let's see if you still feel that way after this." With a swift, powerful motion, her knee slammed into his crotch. Alex's body jerked with the impact, his eyes flying open wide, and a guttural moan escaping his throat. Yet, his erection remained. The pain was indescribable, but it was the sight of Tabitha's breasts bouncing with the force of her strike that kept him on the edge of his seat, his cock pulsing in his painfully constricting pants.

"You see that?" Heather said, her grip on him never wavering. "You can't even stop staring at her tits while she's busting your balls into oblivion."

Tabitha chuckled. "Looks like you're more in love with the view than you are with your own nuts," she teased. "But your testicles are no match for my legs," she declared before launching another swift and brutal knee to his groin. Alex's legs gave way, and he would have collapsed if not for Heather's unyielding grip. The pain was too intense. He begged through gritted teeth, "Please, no more."

But Tabitha was unfazed. "You know what?" she hissed, "I think you need the full *Breasts Appreciation Day* experience."

The blonde approached him with the grace of a predator eyeing its prey. Before Alex could even process what was happening, she had his face buried in her ample cleavage, his nose and cheeks squished against her soft, warm flesh. Her hands gripped the back of his head, keeping him in place as she started to knee him, slamming her thigh into his balls with a ferocity that left him gasping for air.

"Look at these, Alex," she murmured. "These are what you've been staring at all day, right?" Each impact was swift and precise, her knee striking his testicles with a brutal rhythm that made his vision swim. Yet, his cock remained rock-hard, the fabric of his pants sticking to his skin with pre-cum.

The smell of her sweet perfume filled his nostrils, mingling with the scent of sweat and metal from the factory. The pain grew more intense, and suddenly, his body was wracked with an unexpected orgasm. He came in his pants, his cock spurting hot semen into the fabric as he moaned into the cushion of her chest. But Tabitha was relentless, oblivious to his climax. She kept kneeing him, the pressure on his balls not letting up. Each strike forced out more cum, making his body jerk in a bizarre dance of pain and pleasure. He was helpless against her, his body betraying him with every pulse of his cock. It was only after a few more brutal knees that she finally paused, panting slightly from her exertion. She stepped back, her eyes narrowed as she assessed the damage she had done. The bulge in Alex's pants was gone, replaced by a dark, wet spot that was spreading slowly. Her eyes widened in understanding, her jaw dropping. "Did...did you just cum?" she asked in shock and disbelief.

Heather's grip on Alex's arms slackened, and he collapsed to the floor, cupping his bruised and tender balls with a whimper.

"What the actual fuck," Heather breathed, her eyes wide as saucers. She had never seen a man cum from being kneed in the balls before. It was as if his body had turned the agony into ecstasy, a twisted masochistic symphony that played out right in front of her.

"Did that just happen?" Tabitha asked, her voice equally as stunned. She had been so focused on delivering the punishment that she hadn't noticed the wet spot forming on Alex's crotch.

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me," Heather said. "You came from being kneed in the balls?" she repeated in disgust.

Alex could only whimper.

The two women stared at him in disbelief before sharing a look that spoke volumes. "Well, that was unexpected," Heather added.

"Men are so weird," Tabitha said, shaking her head. She stepped away from Alex, who was still on the floor, writhing in pain. His eyes were squeezed shut, and he could feel the sticky warmth of his cum seeping through the fabric of his pants.

"You can say that again," Heather agreed. "I mean, how does any man live with those things dangling between their legs?"

The two women shared a look of disgust before they decided they had had enough. They turned on their heels, leaving him to deal with the mess in his pants. His moans of pain followed them out of the factory, echoing through the now silent halls.