Cards for Kicks

by Painseeker

I couldn't believe that it was already midnight. Where had all the
time gone? We had been playing cards for hours now and Dave was
complaining that he was really tired. Since Dave and I were only
seventeen years old, there wasn't much we could have done that night
anyway. Dave, his younger sister Rochelle, and I were playing poker
with quarters. This was actually a lot of money for us, since it
added up quickly, and unfortunately we weren't having too much fun.
At least I wasnt since I kept losing.

Finally, Dave decided to go to sleep and he left the room and went
upstairs. Dave and Rochelle's parents were out of town and it was
just her and I downstairs playing cards now. Rochelle also had her
friend Jennifer over, but she had fallen asleep in the other room a
long time ago. The TV was also on, but it was really only providing
background noise for us. Rochelle was only fourteen years old, but
she was extremely attractive for her age. She had long, dark black
hair and dark eyes. She was also pretty naturally tan. She was fairly
tall for her age, maybe five and a half feet tall. She had a thin,
athletic build that she had developed over the years from swimming
(also where she got the tan), karate, and just being rambunctious in
general. She was wearing a T-shirt and sweat pants, and she was
barefoot. Rochelle had unbelievably beautiful feet and they were big
too! She was already wearing a size 8 or so and her feet were long
and thin. Her sexy feet had great arches; soft, large round heels
that were to die for; the balls of her feet were wide and smooth; her
toes were pretty, and she had nice ankles; and thin, well-defined
Achilles tendons. Her calve muscles were really cut and powerful, and
she had nice legs in general, but her feet were just incredible. I
just loved the way her entire body was more or less covered except
for those gorgeous feet.

Rochelle was slouching in a comfortable, deep round chair and I was
sitting in another. We were sitting in such a way that our chairs
were facing each other. I think that Rochelle knew that I found her
attractive and that I had a thing for her feet. A while ago, while
playing cards, she innocently placed her feet in my lap, very close
to my testicles, as though it had no effect on me. I loved her
boldness. She didn't bother to ask and she didn't care to know
whether or not I objected. I sat there with my legs spread pretty
wide, putting one leg of mine on the arm of her chair, and with her
feet so close to my balls; I became hard as a rock. Every now and
again, she would kind of roll her ankles and stretch her feet,
sometimes moving them extremely close to my sexual organs. I had
maintained a raging erection for some time now. I'm pretty sure that
she knew about it too. However, Rochelle was just teasing me. She
liked to tease guys, but she still wasnt very interested in guys yet
and she was always competing with them. She just loved competing
against guys in karate and defeating them. She was already a young
feminist.

When Dave left, there was an odd feeling now in the room. Rochelle
and I continued to play cards and since we didn't have a whole lot to
talk about, we began to pay more attention to the TV. Some karate
commercial came on and Rochelle got excited. She began to brag about
how good she was at karate and how well she did at her last
tournament. After listening to her babble about how many guys she was
able to defeat and how she was part of a special self-defense
presentation, I had heard enough and was annoyed.

"Yeah, whatever little girl," I teased her, "You couldn't hurt a fly
if you wanted to." That comment really pissed her off.

"I bet that I could easily take you down wimp. You don't know karate.
Id kick your ass," she asserted.

"I don't need to know karate to kick your butt," I said.

"I bet that I could easily win a fight against you," she challenged.

"What makes you so sure?" I inquired. There was a slight pause.

"Your weakness," she responded matter-of-factly.

"My weakness? What the hell are you talking about? What weakness?" I
asked, pretty upset that she challenged my assumption of my own
invulnerability. She put her cards down and smiled at me.

"Your weakness. You're a boy. All boys have this weakness," she said
as she placed the sole of her foot right in my crotch. I couldnt
believe it. I was stunned. I almost came in my shorts. I remember
looking down at her foot in my crotch and then back up at her
grinning face.

"Wow, you're pretty excited aren't you?" she taunted as she began to
lightly pump her foot into my crotch. I was so embarrassed and my
face must have been more red than a fire truck, but I didn't want to
stop her since she was really turning me on. She brought her other
foot into my crotch and she was now pushing the undersides of both
her heels into my balls.

"Weakness, huh? Are you referring to the fact that boys get excited
and distracted when girls are around?" I asked. She removed her feet
from my crotch and placed them back on my lap, crossing one leg over
the other. I was so turned on and I was aching to feel her touch
again. However, her response really began to turn me off.

"No. I'm talking about your puny, little testicles. Guys have
external genitalia, which make the perfect targets for female feet.
They are so small, fragile, vulnerable, and sensitive beyond belief!
I could easily crack those eggs of yours if I really wanted to. With
just one kick, you'd be on the floor crying, holding your precious
little nuts and trying to catch your breath." she said, as she picked
her hand of cards back up to continue playing as if the whole
conversation had not taken place. I couldn't believe her nerve. I
couldnt let her end the conversation that way.

"You're overconfidence is your weakness. You might be successful
against other little boys and girls, but how do you know that you'd
be successful against older boys?" I asked.

"Experience," she said with cool confidence. She then lifted her leg
up and flexed her foot back so that the underside of her foot was
right in my face. "See this foot? Its rather large. It breaks boards
in half. Your little ballsies are no match. Theyd get crushed for
sure. Pop! You would be singing soprano for the rest of your life,"
she said coldly and yet with a smile.

"Little ballsies, huh? Wouldn't you like to know?" I said.

"I already do know, "she responded, "I just felt them through your
sweat pants a few seconds ago. Trust me, theyre pretty small. Arent
you seventeen?" I became less and less turned-on as she continued to
insult me.

"Look, are we going to play cards or what?" I asked.

"Getting a little upset arent we? Okay," she said, "I'll raise you
eight quarters then."

"Eight quarters!" I exclaimed. "I'm already in debt. How much do I
owe you now?" I asked.

"About twenty bucks," she smiled. "Are you gonna fold or do you have
the balls to see my raise?" she asked.

"Theres no way Id ever let you win," I said, "I'll see your raise
and raise you an additional three quarters." I was confident. I had
three aces, the four of diamonds, and the ten of spades. I also
wanted to get out of debt, since this was turning out to be a big
hand.

"You can't raise me again!" she bickered.

"Why not?" I asked.

"Because you're already so far in debt! How do I know that I will
ever see this money? I'm sick of you writing 'I owe you' notes! You
better pay up or else Ill kick your ass!" she exclaimed.

"Whatever," I said. There was a pause. Suddenly, Rochelle began to
grin.

"I tell you what. I'll allow you to raise me only under one
condition," she said. "What's that?" I inquired, knowing that she was
in control since I was so far in debt. "If I win this hand, you have
to back up your talk earlier and spar with me for fifteen full
minutes," she said. "Okay," I answered. "Full contact," she
continued. "That's fine," I said. "No cup allowed," she added. Her
demand was not as shocking to me as the fact that she even knew I had
a cup with me. "How did you know that I had my cup with me?" I
asked. "Duhhh! You guys are playing football tomorrow. I assumed that
you were smart enough to bring something along to protect your
precious, little family jewels." she said. "Do we have a deal?" she
grinned. I looked at my hand and regained my confidence. "Okay. But
if I win, this is the last hand. If you see my raise and then I win,
I won't owe you anything right?" I asked. "Right," she said. "And if
I win, you have to massage my crotch with your feet like you did
earlier for fifteen minutes," I demanded. "Oh, you dont have to
worry about that," she winked, "Your little ballsies will see plenty
of my feet after I win this hand." We were both staring at each other
and we were both obviously anxious to see what was going to happen.

"Okay, Ill see your raise and I call! What do you have?" she
demanded. I showed my hand.

"Three aces, beat that!" I exclaimed. She smiled. Uh-oh, I thought to
myself. She showed her hand. She had three twos, an ace, and the six
of clubs.

"Ha!" I exclaimed, "Aces are high! My three aces beats your three
twos! You lose!" I got up and started dancing, gloating over my
victory.

Rochelle just grinned and said, "Twos are wild, in case you forgot
moron! Therefore, I have four aces. So laugh it up, because my four
aces beats your three aces, and soon my feet are going to beat your
little ballsies! I think that you are the loser! Its over for you
pal. The fat lady is singing... and what a coincidence, shes singing
soprano!" I was standing in front of her and she was still sitting in
her chair. My jaw dropped. She was right and I couldn't believe it.
She took my hands and held them. I didnt resist.

She planted the sole of her foot up into my crotch. I didnt resist.
She looked into my eyes and said, "Too bad for poor, little John and
his poor, little private parts. Thought you won, but you actually
lost. I bet that must be painful, huh? Well, well have to find out
just how painful it is, wont we?" She paused for a moment, keeping
her foot in my crotch and still maintaining eye contact. Then she
continued, "I think you should go to the bathroom before we begin. I
don't want you to wet your shorts or anything when I kick you where
it hurts! You're mine... for fifteen minutes... full contact... no
cup!" I got up and walked to the bathroom, still in shock.

PART II



When I came back, Rochelle was warming up. She was doing front kicks,
back kicks, and all sorts of things. I just sat on the floor and
watched her as I stretched. I was angry about the predicament that I
was in, but I was still focused on her large, sexy feet. The fact
that her sexy feet might soon inflict enormous amounts of pain on me
actually made them more attractive to me for some reason. Suddenly
she spoke.

"You know, I've been thinking... and you really ought to wear your
cup. It's okay with me, I really don't mind. It was actually kind of
mean of me to insist that you don't wear it. After all, you really
are going to need it. You, your future wife, and your children will
thank me later." Her comments made me even angrier. She was so cocky.

"I don't need your charity. Besides, you're dreaming if you think
that you pose any threat to me little girl," I said.

"No, I'm serious," she continued, "I want you to be able to have kids
one day. Don't be stupid."

"I'm a man. I can take whatever you can dish out, assuming you land
anything at all," I said. There was a pause. She seemed frustrated.

"Look, I'm really not joking about this. Put your cup on stupid! One
solid kick to the groin can easily make you sterile! Aren't you at
all afraid that I might crush a testicle? Do you really want to risk
walking funny, talking with a high-pitched voice, and not being able
to have kids? Because that is precisely what is going to happen if I
kick you in the nuts hard enough and you arent wearing a cup. Do you
really want me to destroy your balls?" she persisted.

"I'm not afraid of you at all. I'm twice your size and Im not about
to risk being teased about being defeated by a little girl," I
responded. Again there was a pause. I continued to stretch.

"I know that you think that I am pretty small, but my feet are much,
much bigger than your little ballsies and I do have a lot of muscles
in my legs. Plus, your balls are soft and my feet are hard. It
doesnt take a genius to figure out what will happen when my feet
kick your little testicles at high speeds. Look, I won this bet fair
and square and I want to be able to go all out and not hold back. If
you arent wearing a cup, then I can't do that. I'll be too worried.
If I land a swift, well-placed kick and we both hear a loud pop, -
well know that you wont be able to have children one day. Well, I
suppose that depends on whether I rupture just one or both of your
testicles. But still, Id feel horrible. And, actually, youd feel
even worse. Trust me," she explained.

The answer seemed simple to me. "Then don't kick me below the belt,"
I suggested. She really didn't seem satisfied with that proposal.

She continued, "When I fight boys, I like to go for the balls!
Testicles fascinate me. They're the center of your manhood, and yet
they dangle so vulnerably between your legs, just waiting to get
kicked and crushed! They are the perfect kicking bag! I want to fight
you the way I like to fight all boys, but Ill feel terrible if I do
any permanent damage! If you don't wear a cup, those poor, little
ballsies of yours will not last very long! Does the term ruptured
testicles mean anything to you? Would you like for me to get the
phone number of the guy who got his testicles ruptured by my friend
Jennifer? Do you have any idea how much it would hurt if your nuts
got crushed by my feet? Like I said before, my feet break boards in
half. They can easily rupture your precious, little family jewels.
Dont you want to have children one day? Please wear the stupid cup!"

She was really starting to piss me off. "Look you little bitch,
enough about this! I already agreed to spar with you. You can stop
trying to scare me now. I'm not going to hold anything back either.
Like I said, the last thing I need is to hear people tease me about
how a little girl beat me up. I'm not going to wear a cup, because I
already agreed not to wear one and because you aren't going to hurt
me anyway. You can't hurt me. You're just a little girl. I'm a boy
and I am older. You don't stand a chance. Go ahead and try to kick me
below the belt, you won't be able to. Even if you get lucky and land
a few kicks there, I can take it. You should be more worried about me
beating the shit out of you, since you are so full of it! Youre
gonna be crying and screaming like the helpless, little, weak girl
that you are." I said, now furious about her condescending manner.
She had already insulted me earlier by calling my testicles small. I
was going to show her. Besides, she was only fourteen years old. Her
kicks couldnt hurt my balls that much, could they? I had never
really been kicked down there before, so I wouldn't know.

"Now you're in for it wimp!" she said angrily, obviously upset by my
last few comments, "I was just trying to be nice, but forget about
it! Now I'm really going to bust your balls good! I hope that I do
crush a testicle or even both of them! That will show you to be so
stupid and arrogant! I can't wait to land some powerful groin kicks
and feel your little round balls of manhood explode! Splat! I always
have wondered what it would feel like to bust someones balls. I hope
that you jerked off when you were in the bathroom, because you're
never going to function properly down there again! You're going to
scream in agony when I kick you as hard as I can right where the sun
dont shine! Your little ballsies are gonna get squashed like grapes
and youll be sterile! Your nuts will lose their shape, crushed by my
feet! What a mess! You'll never enjoy sex and you'll never have
children! I'm going to show no pity now, you dumbass! You're going to
regret this for the rest of your life, and so will your wife, if you
ever have one!" Wow, she was really pissed now! She must have ranted
for a good minute or so! I admit that I was now becoming quite
scared. After all, I never have seen her fight before and I have
never seen her so mad too! I didn't know what to say.

Suddenly, Jennifer walked into the room and asked what was going on.
Jennifer was Rochelle's friend who was spending the night at their
house also. Jennifer is also the girl who ruptured a boys testicles
at Rochelles dojo. Apparently Rochelle's screaming woke her up. The
funny thing about Jennifer being Rochelle's friend is the fact that
Jennifer is older than both of us. She is twenty years old. The two
of them became friends since they both practice karate at the same
dojo. Jennifer happens to be gorgeous also. She is a couple of inches
taller than me, standing at about six feet tall. She has beautiful
blue eyes and long, blond hair that she wears in a ponytail. She was
wearing a T-shirt, skimpy shorts that showed off her sexy legs, and
she was barefoot. Jennifer has a very athletic build, but she isnt
as skinny as Rochelle. Jennifer is also fairly pale, but beautiful
nonetheless. She also has unbelievably huge, sexy feet. She wears a
size 12! and she has long and very wide feet with nice arches; very,
very large, round heels that are to die for; and bulging Achilles
tendons. In short, Jennifer was a knockout and a dream come true for
any guy with a foot fetish.

"What the hell is going on here?" Jennifer asked.

"Since I won in poker, dork here has to spar with me for fifteen
minutes... full contact... no cup! Im going to kick him in the groin
so hard that hell faint, holding the vestiges of his manhood! His
little nuts are gonna burst!" Rochelle said.

"Wait a minute. You cant do that; you might kill him. Cmon
Rochelle, you know that a powerful kick to the groin could make a man
sterile and can possibly kill him!" Jennifer asserted. I gulped. I
didnt know that a groin kick could be fatal.

"Thats just too bad. Originally I insisted that he not wear a cup,
but then I changed my mind and gave him the chance to wear one. But
he was too stubborn and he insisted on insulting me on top of it.
Hes toast now! Im going to ruin his sex life!" exclaimed Rochelle.

"Still, you dont really want to make him sterile over this do you?"
asked Jennifer.

Rochelle just smiled at me and said, "He has no use for them anyway.
No girl in her right mind would ever want him!"

Jennifer tried to reason with Rochelle and said, "Still, do you
really want to hurt him that badly?" I couldnt believe it; Jennifer
was actually defending me. She has always disliked me since I am
always flirting with her. In fact, Jennifer is always threatening to
kick my ass, and now she is possibly going to save me from a lot of
pain and possible sterility.

"Jennifer, you know he deserves it! Youve always wanted to kick him
in the nuts! Tell me you wouldnt love to be in my position right
now," said Rochelle. There was a long pause before Jennifer spoke.
Did Jennifer really want to kick me in the nuts? I looked down at her
feet. Wow that would hurt! Her feet are huge! One kick from her could
easily ruin my testicles! She was standing in front of me and one of
her legs was firmly planted on the ground, and she was using the top
of her other foot to scratch the back of her leg which was standing
straight up. This allowed me to see the bottom of her foot. Wow! I
couldnt get over how gigantic her feet were. I was sizing up just
how huge the kicking surface on the underside of her heel was. I sure
hope that Jennifer didnt want to kick me in the balls. If groin
kicks could be fatal, her feet had "killer" written all over them.
Finally Jennifer spoke.

"Lets be fair. Allow him one last chance to save his nuts," Jennifer
said to Rochelle.

"What do you have in mind?" asked Rochelle.

"Well flip a coin," Jennifer said, "If it turns up tails, he wont
have to spar with you at all. But, if it turns up heads, I also get
fifteen minutes to spar with the little punk. Youre right; I would
love to bust his balls! What do you say?"

Rochelle didnt have to take too long to think it over and
said, "Okay by me." Rochelle turned toward me for my reaction.
Jennifer just looked over her shoulder at me. Jennifers talk of
kicking me was frightening and I couldnt take my eyes off of her
huge feet. Just by looking, I could tell that the large, wide surface
of the underside of her heel or the ball of her foot could easily
crush both of my testicles at the same time with just one kick.
Jennifer could see that I was staring at her feet, so I finally
looked away.

"No way!" I said. Jennifer starting scratching the back of her leg
again, thereby exposing the underside the foot she was using to do
the scratching, so that she could draw my attention back to her feet.

Then she said, "Oh, cmon. Itll be fun! I wont kick you that hard.
Whats the matter? Do my big, bad feet really scare you that much?
They can be really nice too, you know. Maybe if youre nice and spar
with me, youll find out how nice my feet can be." She didnt mean
what she said, but she did have incredible feet and I always did have
a thing for feet. She was just trying to bait me into taking the
challenge and it was working.

"Hes chicken," Rochelle said finally. I didnt like their taunting,
and I was desperate enough to take the gamble. After all, Rochelle
alone could probably ruin my sex life with her kicks. I was still
willing to take a chance to get out of the whole situation.

"Sure, Ill take that bet. I never lose on a coin toss! Just one
additional rule though... if we do fight, each fighter gets one two
minute time-out at any time during each match." I said. They both
quickly agreed and Jennifer pulled out a coin and flipped it in the
air.

My luck couldnt get any worse. I had to win. You could cut through
the suspense in the room with a knife as the coin spun in the
air. "Cmon tails, cmon tails," I said as it flipped in the air.
Finally, the coin landed.

"Heads! Yes! I cant wait to spar with him! I wonder how hard Ill
have to kick to rupture his little testicles! I guess well just have
to find out!" yelled Rochelle. I was in shock. I couldnt believe
that I lost. This was such a nightmare. Jennifer picked up the coin
and grabbed a stopwatch from her overnight bag to keep track of time
and sat in one of the chairs around the table. The table was in the
corner of the room and the room was quite large. Rochelle started to
clear things out of the room. The room had a large open area once the
coffee table and TV were removed. There was also a large couch on one
end of the room against the wall.

Rochelle re-entered the room after clearing out a few last things and
took up her fighting stance. I tried my best to copy her stance and
pretend that I knew what I was doing. "On my mark!" yelled Jennifer.
I couldnt believe how quickly I found myself in this position. My
penis was still somewhat erect from staring at Rochelle and
Jennifers beautiful feet, so I fixed myself. I was wearing tighty-
whiteys as theyre sometimes called, or otherwise known as regular
briefs, under my shorts. I made sure that my penis was pointing
upward in my underwear so that it wouldnt stick out and distract me.
My testicles were neatly packed below and without much room to move
around. I dont know why Rochelle kept calling my balls "small," they
were actually pretty large for my age, I thought. At least, thats
what the girls that I had been with had told me. I reached my hand
down into my underwear to fix myself as we were waiting, and I felt
my testicles. They were perfectly round and solid, my favorite toys.
What would I do to entertain myself if I didnt have them to
masturbate? Would it be any fun if they couldnt produce sperm? I
wondered if they would ever feel the same, look the same, or be the
same after the sparring was over if they received too many painful
kicks. I removed my hand from my underwear and resumed my fighting
posture.

Suddenly, Jennifer yelled, "Ready, Set, Go! Let the slaughter begin!"

PART III



Rochelle quickly shot a front kick at my groin. Of course I was
expecting this, so I bent way over and put my arms down to block her
kick. Her leg didnt even make contact with my arms. It was just a
fake kick to distract me, and instead she punched me in the nose. It
caught me off-guard and it stung, but didnt really hurt all that
much. Actually, it hurt my pride more than anything. Rochelle found
it amusing and laughed.

"Ha! A little bit overprotective, arent we? Whats the matter? Are
we afraid that Rochelles big, bad feet are going to squash your
little ballsies?" We started circling around each other, each waiting
for the other to make a move. After a few seconds, Rochelle stepped
toward me and threw another front kick right at my groin. I went to
block the kick again, but I quickly realized that it was another fake
as I saw her right fist coming at my nose again. I blocked her right
fist with my left hand and then I quickly seized her wrist.

She threw a punch with her left first. Again, I was able to block her
punch and catch her wrist. However, I also caught a powerful, front
snap-kick right in the balls at the same time. The top of her foot
swung up in-between my legs so quickly that I never even saw it
coming. But I felt the pain immediately as her foot connected solidly
with my balls. A loud "whomp" could be heard as my nuts got smashed
between the top of her foot and my crotch. It hurt like hell. My jaw
dropped and I just froze as my testicles began to burn with more and
more pain.

Rochelle held her foot in my crotch and yelled, "She shoots! She
scores!" I bent over and tried to bring my hands down to my groin,
but Rochelle grabbed onto my wrists with her hands and prevented me
from being able to do this. She then quickly retracted her foot and
swung it forward into my balls again. Now the pain was really
starting to hit me. I felt nauseous. Rochelle managed to get one more
front kick in before I was able to yank free of her grip and fall to
the floor in the fetal position, holding my poor, aching rocks. Pain
shot throughout my entire body and I began breathing funny. Rochelle
starting circling around me shouting, "Another two hard shots get
through and score, between the legs and unblocked! A hat trick
already! The crowd goes wild!"

Jennifer was also cheering Rochelle on, saying, "Way to go Rochelle!
Show no mercy! Bust his balls until hes coughing up blood and
vomiting!"

You see, this was especially scary to hear because Jennifer had
actually made a boy at their dojo cough up blood and vomit before. He
wasnt wearing a cup and they were sparring. Jennifer landed such a
wicked, side thrust-kick to his groin that every man who saw it
cringed and will probably have nightmares for the rest of their
lives. The bottom of Jennifers foot slammed into his groin at
lightening speed and just ruined him. I heard that the kick was so
powerful and well placed that you couldnt even see Jennifers large
foot when it landed, since it was buried so deep within his crotch. A
large "pop!" could be heard as her foot made contact, and the boy
fell to the floor immediately. He soon coughed up blood and then
vomited. He passed out and had to be rushed to the hospital, where
both of his testicles had to be surgically removed. Their sensei had
no sympathy and said that it was his fault for not wearing a cup and
that he deserved it. Their sensei is also a woman. Go figure! What
does she teach these girls anyway?

Rochelle decided to walk around, flex her muscles, and show off for
Jennifer. It didnt bother me much because it gave me chance to catch
my breath and regain my composure. Soon I was able to get up and I
charged at Rochelle. I tackled Rochelle onto the couch, so that she
was slouching in the couch on her back. I was standing over her and I
began choking her, saying, "Give up! Yield or I will crush your
windpipe!" Of course I was bluffing. She was holding onto my wrists,
which were wrapped around her neck and gasping for air. Suddenly,
Rochelle threw a powerful thrust kick up and into my crotch. The
underside of her heel slammed hard into my testicles, causing them to
burn in pain once again. I didnt want to let go, though. If I could
hold on a little bit longer, she would have to submit. I continued to
squeeze her neck. Rochelle brought her knee up into her chest with
her leg bent, coiling her leg for another vicious kick. I really
didnt think much of it since I knew that she would have to submit
soon. She thrust her foot into my groin again, slightly lifting me
off the ground. My balls were starting to really hurt and throb. I
felt some power leaving my body as Rochelle continued to attack the
center of my manhood. She kicked me again, and again, refusing to
give up and crushing my balls at the same time. My grip got weaker
and weaker.

"Let go of my neck or Ill crush your little ballsies," demanded
Rochelle. I didnt listen.

"Submit. Youll be dead soon," I said with an unusually high-pitched
voice.

"Wrong again," said Rochelle as she thrust both of her heels hard and
fast into my groin. Both of my testicles got crushed between the
undersides of Rochelles heels and my crotch. They felt like they
were going to rupture if they received one more powerful kick from
her. I let go of her neck and fell to the floor, assuming the fetal
position once again. Jennifer was going crazy, hooting and hollering
for Rochelle.

Rochelle took a minute to recover from my strangling and eventually
sat down on the ground at my feet, facing toward me. She was sitting
on her butt, with her knees bent in close to her chest. I was laying
on my left hand side, still in the fetal position. She started to
pick up my right leg, so I threw a side thrust kick at her head. She
somehow managed to turn onto her right side, catch my right leg at
the same time and then hold it up on her left shoulder. At the same
time she managed to pin my left leg onto the floor with her right leg
and move her body forward, a little closer to me. By the time I could
figure out what was going on, I saw the position Rochelle and I were
in. She was on her side facing me. Her body was now in-between my
legs and her left leg was coiled, knee in at her chest, and the
bottom of her left foot was facing toward my crotch. My balls were
completely exposed. Suddenly, Rochelle quickly launched her left foot
into my groin with bad intentions. The underside of her left heel
slammed into both of my balls pretty hard. However, my right testicle
took the worst of it. Usually, since the testicles are so mobile
within the scrotum, they can avoid receiving too much damage by
sliding out of the way and not getting completely crushed. However,
this time my right testicle wasnt so lucky as it got trapped and
pulverized between the underside of Rochelles left heel and my
crotch.

Rochelle kept her left foot buried in my crotch and continued to
press her foot firmly into the center of my manhood. "Wow! I felt
something squish under my foot with that kick! I think I have one of
his little ballsies trapped between my foot and his groin! Its going
to pop! Its going to pop!" yelled Rochelle. She was now pumping her
heel into my groin as hard as she could. Her face was straining and
veins were bulging from her neck. All of the muscles in her legs were
also straining. I was already trembling and trying to shake free, but
to no avail. I thought that I was going to die. However, since I kept
moving, none of her kicks nailed me as hard as they could have.
Finally I reached down between my legs and grabbed Rochelles ankle,
trying to prevent further pain and damage.

"Keep kicking! It will give soon enough! Crush that nut! Crush it!
You can do it!" yelled Jennifer. As I struggled to remove her foot
from my groin, I ended up on my back and Rochelle ended up sitting on
her butt again. We were still facing each other, and her foot was
still planted in my groin. She had also grabbed onto my legs, which
she was now sitting in-between and planted her other foot into my
groin and began pumping with both her feet.

"Pop! Pop! Your little balls are going to explode! Theyre going to
pop! I want to feel them burst and hear you scream! What do you think
it is going to feel like to have two crushed nuts dangling uselessly
between your legs for the rest of your miserable life?" Rochelle
yelled. I was now holding onto both of her ankles and moving
backwards on my back, trying to escape from her kicks. Somehow she
kept up with me and I couldnt shake her, as we were both moving
toward the wall. Soon my back was up against the wall. Rochelle was
now sitting up in-between my legs with her feet planted in my crotch
and her legs bent at the knees. She was pushing and trying to
straighten her legs out and through my balls, which were being
crushed by her feet. She was putting every ounce of her strength into
it and my arms werent having much success against her powerful legs
as I continued to try and remove her feet from my groin. Luckily
though, my arms did prevent my testicles from having to receive the
full brunt of her kicks.

Suddenly Rochelle removed her left foot and kicked it up into my
face. The ball of her foot smashed up into my nose. I heard that a
solid blow up and into the nose could kill you, so I began to panic
as she launched another kick at my nose with her left foot. I used
both my hands to block her kick. Rochelle seized the opportunity,
coiled her right leg, and then began thrusting her right foot into my
defenseless nuts as hard as she could. My left testicle began to ache
so much and I thought that it would rupture at any minute if she
didnt stop. Rochelle was yelling, "Crushed nuts! Crushed nuts!" with
every kick. I couldnt stand it.

"Time out! Time out!" I screamed as loudly as I could. Rochelle heard
me, but decided to kick me a couple more times just for good measure
before she got up and left me alone.

"Darn it! I dont think it popped! No fair! I want to crush at least
one of his little testicles! How much time is left?" Rochelle asked
Jennifer as she stomped around in anger, as if she were throwing a
tantrum or something.

"About ten minutes," Jennifer answered. I just laid there in the
fetal position, trying to recover and happy to still have both of my
balls still intact. My left testicle hurt so badly that I thought I
was going to throw up. Rochelle lay down on the couch, staring up at
the ceiling. She began kicking her feet into a pillow for practice,
each kick making a loud "thud" noise as it connected.

Suddenly, Dave came downstairs. He must have woken up when he heard
me screaming. "What the hell is going on here?" he asked.

Part IV



Dave saw me on the ground, in the fetal position, and asked me, "Are
you alright John? What happened?"

"Leave him alone Dave. Your stupid friend lost a bet and now he has
to spar with both of us... full-contact... no cup!" answered
Jennifer, "He was sparring with your little sister and now he is
using one of his time-outs to save his nuts."

"Look, hes obviously hurt! Thats the end of it. No more sparring."
Dave demanded as he began to walk towards me to help me out.

"I dont think so," retorted Jennifer as she stood up and began to
approach Dave.

"I do think so," answered Dave, "Thats it. No more!" Jennifer was
now in front of Dave and not allowing him to pass by.

"Oh yeah. What are you going to do about it, little man?" asked
Jennifer. Jennifer actually did tower over Dave, so she could call
him "little man" and get away with it. Dave was only about five and a
half feet tall and Jennifer is about six feet tall. Now that they
were standing right in front of each other, the height difference was
accentuated. However, before Dave could even return her insult,
Jennifer wrapped her arms around his torso and threw a really hard,
vicious knee up into his groin. The knee was so powerful that Dave
was actually lifted up into the air. Dave screamed in pain as his
testicles were smashed by Jennifers large knee. I couldnt believe
that Jennifer actually kicked him in the nuts for trying to stop the
sparring. Dave fell to the ground and laid there in the fetal
position, moaning and trying to regain his breath.

Jennifer wasnt finished apparently. She lifted Dave to his feet and
threw him against the wall and started punching and kicking him. Dave
was doing everything he could to defend himself, but eventually he
just slid down the wall. Dave was now sitting on the ground with his
back against the wall and trying to defend himself. Jennifer was
killing him though. She then started stomping on his groin,
saying, "Youre going to regret interfering little man! Your little
balls wont work once Ive crushed them! Theyre gonna be squashed!
Stupid egotistical male... think you can just step into our business?
Now Im stepping all over your business. How do you like it?" I had
to do something as Jennifers large foot was making mincemeat out of
Daves balls. I got up and I started walking toward Jennifer.

When I was about four feet away, Jennifer looked over her shoulder
and saw me approaching her. She must have heard me coming. Suddenly
Jennifer threw a wicked, furious back kick into my groin. I couldnt
believe her aim and her power. The wide, enormous underside of her
heel crushed my balls like two grapes being squashed. My testicles
felt like they had been totally ruined. Before I could react,
Jennifer had landed another devastating, ball-busting back kick deep
within my groin. I bent way over, feeling sick. I thought that I was
going to throw up. My balls felt like they were both almost ruptured.
The agony was unbearable and I starting making high-pitched squealing
noises.

"Nice shots Jen! Did you feel anything pop? It sounded like something
may have popped!" yelled Rochelle.

"No. I didnt feel anything pop, but I dont think hell be getting
excited again down there anytime soon!" answered Jennifer. Jennifer
turned around and continued to beat up Dave.

I charged again at Jennifer and this time I managed to tackle her
onto the ground, right next to Dave. Dave seized the opportunity and
helped me to subdue her the best we could. Soon we were both standing
above Jennifer, and I was holding her feet and Dave had her hands.
She was struggling to free herself, and I wasnt even sure what we
were going to do with her anyway. Were we going to drag her
somewhere? Suddenly I saw Rochelles foot flying up into my groin as
she kicked me in the nuts from behind. The top of her foot smashed my
balls and I instantly let go of Jennifers feet. I bent over with my
legs shoulder-width apart and I put my hands on my knees. I was
afraid to put my hands in my groin, since I might not find everything
there in working order. Unexpectedly, Jennifer yelled "Crunch!" at
the top of her lungs and thrust her foot up into my groin as hard as
she possibly could. It felt like I was hit by a baseball bat or
something. The huge underside of her large heel crushed my testicles
and continued to kick up and through my groin. Her legs were long and
the follow-through was painful and debilitating. As soon as the
underside of her huge heel smashed my testicles into my crotch, I
felt something explode in my groin. I heard a loud "pop!" The kick
actually lifted me up into the air and threw me backward. I fell to
the floor and I began coughing. There was blood coming out of my
mouth.

"I felt it pop! I felt something pop! I must have crushed a nut! Wow,
that was fun! One down, one to go!" screamed Jennifer.

"Alright! Way to go Jennifer!" Rochelle encouraged as she delivered a
hard, front snap-kick to her brothers crotch who was distracted as
he watched me roll around on the ground in disbelief. Finally, I just
lay there on the ground in the fetal position, holding my balls or
whatever was left of them. Soon I was puking my guts out. I thought
that I was going to die. The pain was so intense that I wanted to die
rather than endure it. Im sure that my left testicle was ruined. I
couldnt find it. There was something there, but it wasnt a ball or
anything remotely solid. Jennifer got up and stood over me. She
kicked me onto my back and planted her foot into my crotch, still
standing over me triumphantly.

"How ya doing babe?" she asked. She then leaned over toward me and
started singing the song "Creep" by the Stone Temple Pilots, only she
altered the words slightly. "Youre half the man you used to be...
half the man you used to be," she sang. Then she asked, "Was it as
good for you as it was for me loverboy?" She stomped on my groin one
more time before she left me alone.

As I began to pass out, I saw Rochelle standing behind Dave, who was
now barely standing, and she was holding him while Jennifer ran up
and kicked him as hard as she could right in the groin with a front
kick using the ball of her foot. Right before her foot made contact,
Jennifer yelled, "Crunch!" There was a loud thud as Daves balls got
crushed by Jennifers large foot. The power of the kick lifted Dave
up into the air a few inches. Dave screamed and fell to the ground.

"I felt another pop! I think I busted one of his balls also!" yelled
Jennifer.

"I heard it! I heard the pop! No fair. I want to bust some balls,"
said Rochelle. Dave was now on the ground in the fetal position,
coughing up blood, and soon he was puking also. Finally I passed out.

Part V



When I awoke, Dave and I were both tied up. We were sitting on the
ground next to each other with our arms tied to something behind us
on the wall and our legs tied in such a way that kept them spread
open. I noticed that I had been undressed and now I was only wearing
a pair of boxer shorts. Dave was stripped naked. I was still in a lot
of pain. I looked down in-between my legs. My scrotum looked
incredibly swollen and my left testicle was obviously ruptured and
destroyed from the pain that came from where it used to be. The pain
throbbed and burned. Dave looked like he was in a similar situation.
He was still in a lot of pain as well, but not fully conscious.
Rochelle and Jennifer were playing cards when they heard me wake up.
Jennifer put down her cards, got up, and started to walk over toward
us. She was now wearing her flip-flops, which smacked against her
large, sexy, otherwise bare feet as she walked over toward me.

"Good morning Johnny. How are you and your one remaining testicle
feeling?" she asked.

"Fuck you!" I responded.

"I dont think so Johnny One-nut! Besides, I doubt youre very
capable right now anyway. What a shame though. Just think, if the
coin I flipped only turned up tails, you and Dave wouldnt even be in
this situation," she said. I started to think about this as she
brought over the coin that she had originally flipped that sealed my
fate, and incidentally Daves fate as well. She held it in front of
me in her open hand. It was showing heads. She turned it over. It was
also heads! It was a two-sided coin! The whole thing was a set-up!

"You bitch! I cant believe you!" I shouted. Jennifer and Rochelle
starting laughing hysterically. I continued to swear at Jennifer
until she slipped off her flip-flops and thrust the ball of her left
foot into my groin, smashing my right testicle pretty hard. I
screamed in agony as she grinded the bottom of her foot into my groin
like she was putting out a cigarette or something. This maneuver shut
me up pretty quickly. Then she sat down in-between my legs. She was
sitting close to me and facing me. She was on her butt, with her
knees bent and her sexy feet were now completely bare. She placed her
left foot in my crotch. The underside of her left heel was pressing
against my right testicle, which was still functional, unlike my left
testicle.

"What was that you were saying?" she taunted. I didnt
respond. "Hmmm. This could be fun," she continued, "Why dont you beg
me to not bust your one good ball with my big, bad, bare foot?" There
was not much I could do, so I just sat there silently. "I cant hear
you!" demanded Jennifer. Jennifer retracted her foot from my groin
and thrust it at my crotch really quickly, stopping within an inch of
my right nut. "Was there something you wanted to say to me?" she
asked. "Maybe I should show you what is left of your manhood," she
said. Jennifer proceeded to stand up and leave. When she came back,
she was holding a large knife. She got down on her knees, sitting in-
between my legs. What was she going to do?

Jennifer took the knife to my shorts and cut them a bit as she held
them away from my body. After a minute, she put the knife down and
used her hands to rip the shorts off of me. My scrotum was enormous
and the left side was much more swollen than the right side. It
looked like some internal bleeding was taking place where my left
testicle was. Jennifer picked the knife back up and said, "Maybe I
should just castrate you now and put you out of your misery." I must
have turned pale because Jennifer and Rochelle began to tease me.
Jennifer held the knife to my right testicle as if she were about to
cut it off. I couldnt even move. Finally she put the knife away and
then she sat down in-between my legs again, this time on her butt and
facing me. She placed her left foot in my groin and she began rubbing
my testicle.

"Should I bust your little, defenseless nut? What do you say? It
might take your mind off of your left nut, or whatever is left of it.
Maybe we should take a vote. Thats fair right? This is a democracy,
right?" she asked. Before she could institute her mockery of
democracy, she noticed how aroused I was starting to become. Jennifer
seemed quite surprised. "Look at this Rochelle. He can still get an
erection. This might actually be fun," she said. Rochelle just
giggled. I dont know if Rochelle had seen a naked guy before now.
Jennifer continued to rub her foot in my crotch, looking at me
seductively, and I continued to get more and more excited.

Rochelle stood up and walked over toward her brother Dave. She stood
in-between his legs and stomped her right foot in his crotch as she
said, "Wake up brother!" When Dave showed signs of being awake,
Rochelle continued, "Davey honey, you dont look so good. You are in
the same boat as your pal John over there. You have one crushed
testicle and one uncrushed testicle. How would you like your little
sister to crush your good testicle flat? Hmmmm? Would you like that?
Will you scream for me nice and loud when I crush your one remaining
good ball?" she asked. Dave looked horrified.

"You wouldnt dare. Im your brother. Mom and dad would kill you.
Besides, you want to be an aunt one day, dont you?" Dave pleaded.

"Not particularly. I dont want you to raise screwed up children
anyway. Youd make a lousy father. But thats not what Im concerned
about. Im concerned about winning. You always win. You have always
been able to beat me in everything, since you are older and
everything. But today I am going to get the ultimate victory. Im
going to finish off your little ballsies. Im going to strip you of
your manhood forever. Its going to hurt so bad and there is nothing
you can do about it. If you call the cops or tell mom and dad, Ill
kill you. And even if you did open your mouth and used your soon-to-
be high-pitched voice, how could you keep any dignity that you have
left if you told them that your ball-busting, karate-kicking, little
sister kicked you too hard where it counts and ruptured your
testicles?" she asked. Dave was silent.

Rochelle sat down in-between Daves legs and was in the same position
as Jennifer, sitting toward him with her foot in his crotch. The
whole time that Rochelle was talking, Jennifer continued to give me a
foot massage. Now Rochelle began rubbing her feet in Daves crotch.
Dave became erect. "Thats disgusting! Im your sister," Rochelle
said.

"I cant help it. Its just a natural response. You shouldnt be
doing that anyway." Dave said.

"Of course I should, Im going to bust your nut Dave. Remember? Its
going to pop! Beg me not to crush your testicle. Beg me and maybe I
wont. How would you like to be a soprano?" Rochelle asked.

"No way! Ill never ask you for anything. Go to hell!" Dave said.

"Thats too bad, because if you only would have asked nicely, I may
have spared your last testicle. Oh well. I guess that youll learn
something from this," Rochelle responded. Rochelle began to thrust
her feet into Daves crotch really hard. The undersides of her heels
were smashing his testicles and he was grunting with every kick.
Rochelle was yelling, "Pop!" with every kick as well. She was kicking
harder and harder and yelling louder and louder with every kick.
Finally she yelled "POP!" really loud and held her foot in Daves
crotch. Dave began convulsing and coughing up blood.

"I did it! I did it! It exploded! I felt it! Daves got no more
balls! Daves got no more balls, thanks to his little sisters big
feet! Youre sterile now, Dave! Youre busted! Youre a freak! You
never should have picked on me so much. Revenge is mine!" Rochelle
yelled, satisfied with herself. She got up and started dancing around.

By now, Jennifer had worked me up to the point where I was near
cuming just by rubbing her large, sexy foot in my crotch. I was hard
as a rock and about to cum all over the place. Jennifer asked me if I
wanted to cum. I was in heaven. Suddenly it didnt matter that I only
had one testicle left. I was receiving a great foot job by a girl
with amazing feet! Her feet are incredible and they are huge, size
12!

"Yes, please!" I said. Jennifer quickly jumped up and untied me. She
lay on her back and ordered me to stand above her. I eagerly obeyed.
I was standing above her now, and she lifted her left foot up into my
crotch. She began rubbing me with her left foot again. The feeling
was amazing. The remnants of my left testicle were still throbbing in
pain, but my right testicle was in ecstasy. I felt like I was about
to cum all over the place. Suddenly Jennifer grabbed onto my ankles
and began thrusting her foot really hard into my right nut. It hurt a
little bit, but I was near orgasm so I tried not to move. Suddenly
Jennifer yelled, "CRUNCH!" really loudly as she thrust her foot up
and into my crotch as hard as she could. Deja vu, eh? I couldnt
believe that I actually thought she had a change of heart. I guess
youll believe anything when youre sexually aroused. Her kick was so
powerful that it lifted me up into the air and when I landed, I was
still standing and she kept her foot in my crotch. When her heel had
made contact and smashed my one remaining testicle between my crotch
and her foot, I felt myself orgasm. At the same time, I felt my right
testicle explode. The combination of pleasure and pain was
overwhelming. Sperm exploded from my penis as if it were a geyser
while my testicle exploded like it were a balloon being popped. I
began screaming and crying, and soon I landed and realized what had
happened. Soon the pain overwhelmed me and I fell to the ground. I
was soon coughing up blood again. I felt nauseous. I couldnt stand
the pain. Jennifer stood up and looked down at me.

"Was it as good for you the second time around as it was the first
time, stud?" Jennifer asked. She was speaking really loudly to
compete with my screaming. "I hope that you enjoyed that orgasm,
Johnny, because it was your last. Welcome to the world of sterility.
How does it feel to know that you now have two crushed testicles? No
more sexual pleasure for the rest of your life! Isnt it wonderful
what a girl with well-trained feet can do to a guys little balls?"
she asked.

Jennifer got down on her knees behind me and held me up. Rochelle sat
down in front of me and started thrusting her feet into my crotch as
hard as she could. The fact that I had two ruptured testicles now and
an extremely swollen scrotum didnt stop Rochelle from wanting to get
a few last kicks in. It was like rubbing salt into a wound. The
damage was already done and they were just inflicting more pain and
humiliation for no good reason. Soon I passed out again, quivering
and sick to my stomach, this time to the sight of Rochelle thrusting
her feet into my crotch as hard as she could, straining as she
crushed whatever was left between my legs.

Smashed

by BoyToy

I told him never to mess with me, but he did every day. I was 18 at
the time and almost out of high school. Every day I would be
bullied by this guy, forced to give him money, and humiliated by him
by all of my peers at school. Well, I was tired of that feeling. I
was ready for someone else to feel the way that I felt. I developed
a simple plan of teaching him a valuable lesson about being a man
and how much he should have appreciated it. After school he would
always go work out in the weight room. I knew that he was the show
off and would be the last one to leave the room. He would also be
the last one out of the locker room. Here was my chance to do
something to him that would stick in his mind for the rest of his
pathetic life. On Tuesday, after school, I waited paitently for him
in the locker room. Then he came in, all wet and sweaty, and as he
started to undress, I came behind him with a metal pole and hit him
over the head just hard enough to send him into neverland for a
short while. Well, this was just long enough for me to have my way
with him. I took some rope, rubber bands, and a dirty pair of my
boxer shorts out of my backpack. I started by undressing my victim
leaving only his boxer shorts and socks on him. Then I secured him
with the rope making sure that his legs were spread wide open for my
viewing. I took my dirty pair of boxer shorts and gagged him. Then
most importantly, I took two rubber bands and banded them around his
big bulging balls. I opened the front of his boxer shorts and
allowed his cock and wrapped balls to hang out. Boy, was it a
sight. After about a half an hour he awakes. Pain from his balls
being rubber banded is exploding through his mind. The smells from
the dirty boxer shorts makes him a little sick. And to top it all
off, he realizes he has been stripped and tied up. The look on his
face is priceless. I begin to laugh. I come out of the shadows and
he utters something, but I can't hear him because of the gag. I
begin to tell him to be nice and beg. I tell him that if he begs
enough then I might let him go. Yet, he continues to mumble
profanity under the boxer shorts. Well, I said, "I guess this will
teach you a lesson." With that I slammed my skate shoe down on his
confined balls and he begins to shake and tremble. He tries to
scream but he can't. He tries to move, but he can't. He looks up
at me and I tell him, "This is just the beginning. I am going to
fuck you up." With that being said, I took out my skateboard.

So, I took out my skateboard. Finally I was standing over my victim
in victory. I couldn't believe it. I decided it was time to
humiliate him. First I took the boxer shorts out of his mouth so he
could communicate with me. When I did that, he started cussing and
calling me all kinds of bad things. I told him that for the next
couple of hours I was going to teach him a valuable lesson about not
picking on people. I also told him to scream as loud as he wanted
because no one was there to hear him. I took my skate shoes off and
stuck them up in his face and told him to sniff them. He told me to
fuck off and untie him before it was too late. I don't know what in
the world he meant by that so I just laughed histerically and told
him again to sniff my sweaty shoes. He didn't want to so I made him
by slamming my skateshoes into his balls three times straight. I
then said sniff the damn shoes mother-fucker. With tears in his
eyes, he did. After about ten minutes of that, I wanted him to
sniff my feet. So, I stuck my feet all up in his face. He tried to
get away so I just starting kicking him in the nuts and then took my
foot and started smashing his helpless balls with my toes. It was
so exciting to hear him crying and begging me to stop. I was
enjoying every minute of him being humiliated. Enjoying it so much
that I got a hard on. As I continued to play with his package with
my feet, I pulled down my shorts and boxers to reveal an erect 8"
cock. I started jerking off in front of him as he was screaming of
intense pain. I said with all that screaming, you must be a little
thirsty. After saying that I continued to tell him how that he was
going to drink my tasty sweet boy cum. He screamed no, please don't
make me do that. I said, sorry and with that I reached over and
made him open his mouth with one hand and with the other continued
to jerk my 8" boy cock. I leaned over him and placed my dick head
near his mouth as a white stream of cum went into his mouth. I
forced him to swallow it as he gagged and screamed with
humiliation. I felt so relieved. I told him that the pain starts
here. With that being said, I reached down and grabbed his balls.
I told him to look down and see them because there would only be
mush there soon. He wimpered and told me that he had learned his
lesson. I didn't believe him. I pulled the rubber bands off of his
nuts forcefully so the pain could really begin . . .

 

I took the rubber band off of his balls. By now his package was
really big and bruised from the previous hits. But, things was
about to get worse. I reached out and started stroking his cock.
As I was stroking I could tell he was really liking it. For a
moment his pain disappeared as he was really getting excited when
out of no where I punched him multiple times in the balls with my
right hand as I continued to stroke his cock with my left hand. Now
he was in lots of pain. He was screaming and going crazy. I
continued to stroke and stroke until finally he cummed all over me.
I was pissed and started kicking him as hard as I could in his
balls. I just went crazy myself. I reached down and squeezed his
right nut with all of my power. He wimpered and spasmed. I said
that I am tired of hearing this. I am getting a headache from all
of the noise. I let go of his balls and let them lay firm against
the concrete floor in the locker room. I reached into my backpack
and pulled out a hammer and some tape. I took the tape and taped
his balls to the floor to secure them in place. I had previously
brought the hammer to school for a science project a few days ago.
I asked him if he remembers the hammer. I know that he remembered
it. He used it to partially tear up my science project because he
could do it at the time. I told him that I was going to pop his two
most prized possessions. He started to plead and beg. He told me
that he would do anything. I didn't listen and didn't care. I
lifted the hammer up and went down with all of my might hitting his
left nut dead on. Smash it was mush. Without even paying attention
to him I smashed the right one too. He passed out with the intense
pain. When he awoke, he was in the hospital with no hope of ever
having kids. As for me, I am in a mental hospital, but at least I
am free of this bully and I can have kids. Ha Ha you fucking
bastard!!

Big Brothers Ruin

by BoyToy

When I was 16 years old I had a brother who was 13. Well, one day
my younger brother walked in on me naked and jerking off with only
my socks on. He stood there priceless and just laughed at me. He
said that he was going to tell mom and dad and that they were going
to be so pissed off. I begged him not to tell. I told him that I
would do all of his chores or anything that he wanted as long as he
did not tell mom and dad. He thought for a minute and said, "No, I
have another idea of what I want to do to you". I will not tell mom
and dad if you let me tie you up and play a game with you. Well, I
was speech-less. Mom and dad were gone that weekend and I was in
charge, but now it seemed like he would be dominating me. I thought
for a moment, but consented because I did not want mom and dad to
know about this. I told him that I was going to get dressed first.
My younger brother said no way. I am going to tie you up naked, but
you can keep your socks on. I was kindof shocked wondering what he
was about to do. My younger brother is only 13 so there is not much
damage he can do I thought. So I allowed him to tie my hands up.
Then he tied one leg to the dresser and the other he spread out to
the bottom of the bed. There I lay helpless in front of my little
brother kindof worried about what was next. Then my brother told me
that some of the guys at school were talking about ballbusting and
he thought this would be a perfect time to try it out on me. He
laughed and with that he kicked my package numerous times. I began
to scream and cry. He was destroying my manhood. I begged him to
stop. He said that this was only the beginning. He pulled one of
my socks off and stuck it in my mouth to minimize the noise. Then
he looked around the room for something to throw at my balls. He
found the basketball and threw it hard against my balls. I
convulsed in pain and kind of went out of it. When I came to, I
noticed that my brother had gone to dads shop and brought back some
vice grips. He put it around my balls and began to tighten it up.
I started screaming and vomitting from the intense pain as he
continued to tighten it tighter and tighter. Suddenly he heard a
loud pop sound. My little brother didn't know what had happened. As
he untightened the grips, he noticed that my left nut had been
turned into mush. He smiled and said I guess you want be doing much
jerking anymore. With that he slammed his fist into my right nut
until I went out again. When I awoke I was untied. A note hung on
my door that said, "Sorry about the ball. You should not have been
jerking off. HA HA"

 

 

Man of the House

by CarsonC

I hated coming home. After having gone off to college last fall,
and experiencing true freedom, coming home on breaks, and living under
the bull-shit rules my parents set was just such a pain. I dont even
know how I survived here for 18 years. Probably the most annoying
part coming home this summer was that I had to share a room again with
my younger brother. The kid was a spoiled brat. As the youngest in
the family he always manipulated my parents into getting anything he
wanted. All he had to do was bat his big blue eyes, or flash his
perfect smile. My parents thought he was a golden boy. I however
could see right through his show. Even though he was three years
younger than me, he never toned down his cocky attitude, even when
talking to me.
I had been home for about a week, when my little brother decided
to show me just how much he also disliked sharing a room with me too.
One morning while my parents were at work, I had a day off and I had
planned on spending most of it asleep. Unfortunately I was awaken
early by my dipshit little brother playing some stupid ass video game
downstairs. After banging on the wall and yelling from bed once or
twice it was clear that I was going to have to go downstairs and show
him that I was still in charge around here.
Nice Panties Loser! My brother Evan said to me as I came down
the stairs. I had just climbed out of bed and I was only wearing a
pair of red Fruit of The Loom Briefs and a T-shirt.
Fuck you! I retorted as I came up behind him. Shut that shit
off, I am trying to sleep I demanded as my brother barley looked away
from the TV screen. Im not kidding, punk, dont make me remind you
whos in charge around here!
My brother looked up and stared at me. Playing Lacrosse in
college, I was a strong and confident guy, and I never considered that
my little brother would ever have the guts to resist me. I knew that
he wrestled in high school, but seriously, I was three years older, 20
pounds bigger, and solid muscle.
I walked up to the game system and unplugged it from the TV.
What the fuck are you doing?!? My brother yelled as he stood up and
got in my face. Thinking that he would back down if I showed him that
I was serious, I gave my brother a little shove. It knocked him off
his feet, and I was almost surprised at how easily my little brother
went down. I turned my back on the living room and started heading
back to bed.
I guess that my cocky-ness got the best of me for a second or two, as
just then my brother crawled up behind me and slammed his forearm up
between my legs directly connecting with my nuts. I dropped to my
knees cupping my nuts, as I felt a pain surge through my stomach. I
didnt even have time to turn back around and face my brother, before
he tackled me to the ground.
Lying on my back with my arm pinned under me on the floor, my brother
had pinned me down and we lay face to face. My confidence was only
slightly damaged I as I snapped at my brother. Dont make me really
hurt you I said. But before I could even move, I saw my brother eyes
light up and a smirk cross his face. He drove his knee up into my
package as I let out a yell.
Ahhhhhhhhhh! You fucker!!! I howled. This was really beginning to
hurt. My brother got off of me as I rolled around on the floor
cupping my nuts.
You had enough? He asked, but unfortunately for me, I was never one
to admit defeat. I quickly stood up and swung at him with my one free
hand, as I cupped my swelling nuts with the other. My brother easily
evaded my wild swing and clamped his own hand down over my hand around
my nuts.
OWWWWwwwhhha! Let go! AHHHHHHhhhhhh I pleaded as Erik squeezed down
on my hand with all his might. He squeezed for another 20 seconds
despite my pleas as his sadistic smile only grew.
I dropped to the floor almost passing out in pain. Even as I curled
up into a fetal position, I refused to accept defeat. I looked down
at my feet and kicked my brothers game system across the floor.
That however, turned out to be a big mistake. My brother jumped down
on me and once again pinned me to the floor. I offered little
resistance, and the pain he had inflicted on my aching nuts had really
crushed my strength.
My brother pinned my arms above my head and looked me up and down.
He grabbed and lightly rubbed my aching crotch as he mocked me If I
didnt know any better bro, Id think that you are enjoying this. I
looked down, and could barley feel it, but I was getting hard.
At the total mercy of my little brother I looked up into his face and
saw that he was still staring down at my crotch. My tight fitting
briefs held my package perfectly in place and made them a very obvious
target for my little brother. Erik I pleaded, but before I could
even say anything else he once again rammed his knee into my groin as
hard as he could.
I couldnt even yell. I couldnt even breathe. All I could do
was cough. I felt like I was going to be sick. I could barley see
straight, and as my brother finally got up and left the room, all I
could think of was how interesting this summer was going to be.

 

Things around the house were getting unbearable. Ever since my
shit-hole little brother put me in my place, he was walking around
like he was king of the fucking world or something. I tried to stay
out of his way as much as I could, but it seemed like he was going out
of his way to rub his inflated arrogance in my face. One afternoon I
walked into my room and my brother was going through shit on my laptop.
Dude what the fuck are you doing?!? I shouted Dont touch my shit!
What are you going to do pretty boy? Erik retorted. Remember what
happened last time you tried to tell me what to do? My balls almost
hurt just from the memory of it.
Fuck you man! I screeched at him. If you wanna really take me on,
in a fair fight, bro, Ill kick your little ass any day. No cheap shit.
Right here, right now? my brother asked as I nodded in approval. He
turned his back and went over to the closet. Throw this on and meet
me in the basement in ten my brother demanded, as he threw me one of
his wrestling singlets.
What the fuck is this for? I protested.
I thought that you wanted to do this for real he said as he walked
out.
I was ready for some revenge.

***** ***** *****

My brother was a good twenty pounds lighter than me so when I tried to
put his singlet on it fit like a second skin. As I slid the shiny red
spandex up over my ass I admired myself in the mirror. My rock hard
abs looked great in the snug material, I spun around in front of the
mirror just admiring my own good looks for a second. This time, I
thought, I was going to teach my little brother who was the bigger man.
I walked down into the basement and my brother had spread a workout
mat on the floor. He stood ready and waiting for me in the middle of
the mat. I walked closer as I looked him up and down. Since I had
gone away to college my little brother had really grown up. His abs
were tight as mine and he stood proud in his tight blue singlet. As
he slowly lowered he gym shorts, I couldnt help stare at his package.
He was huge! Held tightly in by a thin layer of spandex, his balls
and dick looked much bigger than mine, (though Id never admit it to
anyone).
I shook my head and jumped around to get pumped up. Ready Punk? I
asked, as we locked up. For a few seconds we grappled with each
other. I was again surprised at my brothers strength and speed. He
quickly corralled me to the mat. I ended up flat on my back, as he sat
on my chest.
Wanna give up now?!? he taunted, but I managed to get my self free.
I used my weight to throw my brother back, and dodge him as he lunged
at me. I pushed him to the floor and laid on his back to keep him
pinned down, but he quickly reversed the maneuver and trapped me in a
headlock. Fuck! I thought to myself I cant believe that Im
losing to this punk. With my brother just tightening his hold on my
neck, I knew that I had to do something fast. I couldnt lose to this
punk again.
I reached behind my back and found my brothers groin. His huge
balls held tightly against his body by his singlet. I cupped them in
my hand for a second. My brother froze as I began to rub his crotch.
Watch yourself bro I said dont get too confident I gave his
balls a little squeeze and Erik released his hold immediately.
He spun around to face me and stared into my eyes. Just remember
who went there first fucker! He whispered.
Just then he lunged at me fast. I was caught off guard and my
brother speared my abs hard. My back hit the wall and I fell to the
ground. Sitting up facing my brother, Erik grabbed both of my legs
and held them up in the air. He quickly dropped his knee into my
package using his entire weight as force.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I yelled out!
Fuck You Asshole My brother retorted. And keep you hands away from
my balls! Erik remained on the offensive. He twisted my arm behind
my back, and rammed me face first into the wall. Ugh! I thought
This cant be happening
After my brother released the hold I decided that I had to do
SOMETHING, and fast. I stared at my brothers huge round balls, and
kicked there fast. I must have telegraphed my move because my brother
grabbed my leg and drove me to the floor. He spread apart my legs and
kicked his heal right into my groin!
FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKK! I screamed. I was almost throwing up from the
pain. Laying flat on the ground and completely open to attack my
brother grabbed my legs and dragged my over to the pole in the middle
of the room. He wasnt smiling anymore and I knew exactly what he was
doing.
No! I pleaded Erik man, please stop, my balls cant take anymore
My brother showed no compassion though, as he placed one leg of mine
on each side of the pole. Then, with all his might, he pulled,
ramming my swelling manhood into the metal pole full force. He didnt
let go, and the pain began to grow.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaack! FUCK MAN! Let go! I begged. Please!
It was about 20 seconds before my brother let go. I had never hurt so
much In my life. I was completely humiliated. Laying here in the
middle of the floor, in my brother tiny wrestling singlet, clinging to
what was left of my aching balls with both hands. I Couldnt breathe
or even see straight.
It was several minutes before I even opened my eyes. But when I did
my brother stood above me. He got down on his hands and knees as he
stared straight into my eyes. I lay helpless on my back. Erick
placed his hands on my knees and spread apart my legs. His hands slid
down my thighs, and rapped around my package. Remember bro He said
as he gently caressed my aching balls, you were the one who went
there first.
Erik! I pleaded, but my voice wouldnt rise above a whisper. No I
begged, but he didnt even blink as he quickly drove his head down
between my legs, connecting his forehead into my manhood at full force.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkkk! I tried to scream, but I had lost my
voice. My eyes had begun to water, and all I could do was whimper.
The pain was so great, that I think I passed out. It was dark out
when I finally emerged from the basement.
What are you wearing? my mom said as I walked through the kitchen to
the stairs. My brother and dad turned around to look at me as I
slowly retreated to my room. Hes crazy my brother said. He always
has been.
I couldnt even look at them, as I walked to my room, completely
humiliated once again.

Ball Busting Shoppers

by Tesla

Tim was hung. Not freakishly so, but with a large dick and two
oversized walnuts. As such, he couldn't help but show a bulge in
nearly every pair of pants he wore, especially the knit elastic
waistband "sport" pants he had to wear as a salesman in the shoe
store where he worked. With the bikini, loose pouch briefs he wore
under these pants he caught the attention of his customers,
particularly when seated at the little stool in front of someone
trying on shoes. When he leaned forward you could clearly see the
outlines of what lay beneath.

It was a Monday morning at the mall, with few people around. Tim was
bored. But then two girls entered the shop: Muffy and Carla. Both
were 19, wore tight jeans, and wore low cut tee shirts designed to
show off their big boobs.

Muffy was trying on pair after pair, perhaps as a ploy to watch Tim's
crotch as he moved back and forth. Finally she settled on a pair of
cowgirl boots with two-inch heels. The right one went on, but it was
a stroggle to inch the left one onto her leg.

As she shoved with all her might, Tim's grip slipped on the smooth
leather. Muffy's foot lunged forward, and the boot heel slammed into
Tim's nuts with terrific force. Tim was paralyzed with pain and
rolled off to the side, lying on his back with his legs drawn up.

"What did you do to him?" asked Carla, who had been poking around the
store.

"I accidentally kick him in the balls. It was his fault."

"It looks like you really nailed that big package of his. Do you
think it's real or did he stuff something into it?"

Muffy decided to find out. She sat down--hard--on Tim's gut,
stunning him. She took hold of his package, which she had been
longing to do for the past 20 minutes. She kneaded his nuts roughly,
causing more pain to the helpless, weakened boy.

"I think they're real, but let's find out." She jammed her hand
under his waistband, into his pouch. There she pump-squeezed Tim's
big balls, grinding them into each other. Tim could stand it no
longer.

"You dirty bitch...you dirty...fucking...bitch. Leave my balls
alone," he said hoarsley.

"Bitch? BITCH? I'll show you! Help me get him up, Carla."

The two girls struggled to get the helpless boy to stand up. Carla
held him in a bear hug from behind, taking her turn in crushing Tim's
nuts with one hand.

"Now get ready for my knee in your balls," growled Muffy. She lifted
her leg hard and it landed just a bit off target.

"Spread his legs more, Carla."

Then Muffy began a series of knee kicks. "This will show
your...big...arrogant...fat...male...BALLS!" With every word she
landed another knee in Tim's crushed nuts, turning his once proud
package into a bag of bruised jelly.

Finally the two bitches had enough and walked out of the store.
swinging their hips in triumph. Tim lay on the floor, half
conscious. He noticed that Muffy had left wearing the cowgirl boots,
leaving her worn, dirty sneakers. Tim took one of the shoes and held
it to his cheek, wondering when the two girls might return.

Battle of the Sexes

by 2nutbuster

Two college girls talk about past busting experiences and decide to
choose a new victim.

Ira and Cindy sat alone in their college dorm watching a movie they
just rented at a video store. During one of the scenes a
young man was causing trouble during a gym class basketball game.
Apparently he was mad about having girls playing ball
with the rest of his buddies. He was causing rude fouls by pushing
and shoving the girls around, until one of them decided to take a
stand against him. "Watch this, it is really funny", Cindy said. "Why
what's going to happen?", asked Ira puzzled at Cindys response.
Their attention was then turned to the screen. When the young man was
passed the ball, he got himself ready to shoot a three point shot.
But when he jumped up high in the air the young girl stood her ground
and took careful aim at the man's crotch, which was now eye
level to her. As he reached the peak of his jump, the girl threw an
outstanding uppercut to his unprotected crotch. The bully quickly let
out a
groan and landed hard on his knees. The ball didn't make it far and
one of the other girls made the shot instead. Cindy was cracking up
at this
and Ira was wondering why this was so funny. The young man then fell
to his side and clutch at his injured area. "Bastard got what he
deserved!" Cindy yelled out.
"What's so funny about that Cindy" Ira exclaimed.
"Men think they are all big and tough until a small girl teaches
them a lesson" Cindy said.
"Their sorry balls offset their musclar advantage over us girls, and
every male has this great weakest. Have you ever nut-checked a guy in
your life?"
"Of course not, I don't think it works to well. I would rather hit
him in the face or stomach."
Well Ira, let me tell you about my first encouter with a males balls.
Back in High school this one cute boy always use to kick the back of
my sit in History class. I told him to stop it, but he didn't listen.
I decided to take action. The next day he contiuned to kick the
chair, and
even started to laugh along with one of his buddies. When the bell
rang, I waited for him to leave before me, and I watched him with the
corner
of my eye. I've heard men are weak between the legs, so I paid close
attention to his crotch. That is when I noticed the lump in his jeans
four inches below his belt. As he began walking by my desk I brought
back my elbow and then swung it into the bulge in his baggy jeans. It
was very soft, and my elbow kept traveling into him. It felt like I
pushed his limp bulge two to three inches inward. At first I didnt'
think it would
do anything until he let out a deep groan. He dropped his books, and
doubled over with both his hands between his legs. I looked at his
face and notice his eyes were squeezed shut, and all of his teeth
showing as they are clutched together. He stood like that for about
ten
seconds. I thought it was funny because he stood with his knees
together, and his hands between his legs doubled over. I realized
he was fighting to block out the pain, and so far he was doing a good
job, but his ballpain soon overpowered his vain effort. He started
coughing and slowly sank to his knees, then he fell hard on his face
retching. His whole body was rolling back and forth, and many of the
girls
started laughing at this male reaction. A teacher ran up to us, and
asked what had happen, I explain it was an acciendent and didn't
realize
he was behind me. She belived the story and told us to all leave the
classroon. As I left I took one more look and the poor male, and
smiled. He was crying as I left. The next day I laughed at him and he
got red in the face, but never again bother me in class."

"Wow!" Ira shouting and give her friend a high five.
"I guess that technique really works, I would definetly try in on the
next person who bothers me!"
"How about your boyfriend Jake, I've notice he sometimes domainates
the relationship between you, and he always stares at other
girls during his wrestling matches."
"No, I couldn't do that he is much bigger than me, and he knows how
to fight and wrestle. Plus he is six foot two, and weights around 200
pounds. And also Cindy, that isn't 200 hundred pounds of fat, it is
muscle."
Cindy realized exactly what Ira was talking about and knew her
boyfriend was quite a stud. He wasn't built with to much muscle, but
he
was lean, and hard.
"Well,'' Cindy said, "what about when he bosses you around, and only
uses you the way he wants. I think he needs to be taught a lesson."
Ira began thinking about Jake, and the times he stared at this one
girl and whistled at her during a date. She then remember a time he
was
caught cheating on her, and she never forgive him for that. Now she
wanted to get back at him for all the times he's been like an
asshole. Plus,
she and Cindy were actually getting alot closer, and felt feelings
for one another. She knew Cindy wanted her to leave him, and be with
her.

"So what do you think, should you finish him off, and perhaps me and
you can spend more time together?"Cindy said, moving closer to
Ira.
"Let's do it, but I want you to fight him instead of me. I think the
outcome of the match will help me make up my mind of who I want to
continue being with. I mean, I still like his strong body in all, and
then again, I would really want to spend more time with you Cindy."
Ira said
laying her hand on Cindy's knee. "I would like you to win, but he is
going to put up a challege."
Cindy said calmly, "I won't lose, if I have a plan"
Together Cindy and Ira began planning tomorrows fight with Jake.

Jake and Cindy fight for Ira. Who will win and who will hurt?

The next day Ira spent most of the day with her boyfreind Jake, they
were walking towards the gym were Jake always worked his body out. He
began talking about the last wrestling match he had won so easily.
"Sometimes, I really want to be challeged more, all the other guys are
to easy to beat." Jake said.
"I'm sure someone will put up a good fight soon enough honey, it is
only a matter of time." Ira said feeling a bit turned on about the
situation.
Jake looked at her in a mean manner, and said "Soon?, how about never,
I can't be beat, I don't know what the hell your taking about."
Ira backed off. She was use to his arrogant manner, but realize how
annoying it was getting. His whole body seemed to be full with
tough testostrone, and he reminded her of a bull. A bull with big
heavy balls of steel.
When they arrived to the gym Cindy was there practicing some of her
gymnastics.
Ira ran toward Cindy and yelled to Jake, "Hey, Cindys here, I didn't
expect her to be here too."
Jake was wondering why she was here. He never did like her, and always
ignored her. However this time he had to say something, because that
little bitch was using the mat he did most of his workouts.
"Cindy, you shouldn't be here, this is my time, and my mat. I need you
to get off." Jake said rudely.
"I don't see your name on it Jake, I'm going to use it today useless
you can stop me!"
Jake turned his back to the girls and headed to the locker room to
change. Before receaching the door he turned around and shouted,"I
want your stupid ass out of my gym, otherwise I'm going to through you
out myself BITCH!" He figured that would scare her away, and by the
time he changed, she would be out of the way.

In the locker room, Jake began taking off all of his clothes and stood
in front of the mirror. He always did this because he really admired
his own body. He also knew of all the girls who liked his body. He
examined himself up and down. Staring at his bisceps, thick neck,
six-pack abs, and very musclar thighs.
He then thought of last night when Ira was with Cindy, he met a cute
little girl after working out and talked her into a date tonight. He
fansatize about ramming his cock inside her and hearing her hopeless
cries. He never told Ira about this, and realized he must have banged
well over twenty girls during college. He looked back into the mirror
and notice his proud member swelling up into a massive erection. He
knew his male weapon would easily split the girl in half tonight. He
rubbed his member thinking about the young girl sucking on his big
round balls. He was very pleased with his balls, and gently massaged
them in their low hanging sack of skin. They were very heavy, and he
knew that most of their contents will be released on the girls face
tonight. He stopped thinking about that and quickly began changing
into his gym clothes. He usually would wear a jock strap, but today he
wanted to hang loose and exerise without any underwear at all. He slid
on his loose gray sweatpants and walked back out to the mats.
Expecting the girls to be gone, but to his surpise they both were
praticing their gymnastics.
He yelled,"I thought I told you to get out of here, Ira tell your
bitchy friend to leave, I want to work out!"
Ira said," Well she was hear first, and I think she should keep her spot."
Jake walk up to Ira and slapped her in the face, then he grabbed her
and moved her off of the mat. After setting her down he turned to look
at Cindy.
"Don't make me do the same thing to you, I warned you that I would
through you out!"
"Go ahead and try big boy, I don't think you got what it takes you
PUSSY!" Cindy said confidently.
"I have beaten men on this mat, and I'll do the same if your don't get
your ass off."
Ira yelled from the side rubbing her face,"Kick his ass Cindy, I bet
you can take him out with one hit, he is such a big baby for a man his
size!"
Jake was pissed off at Ira's boldest and walked to her and slapped her
again. She started crying, and Jake walked up to Cindy. He stared down
at her, and said to get the fuck off the mat. Cindy felt intimadated
by this angry male animal, but she was going to carrying on with her
plan until...sometime unexpected happen.
Jake shoved her down and walked in a circle full of anger. He was
thinking about what Ira said about Cindy beating him with one hit. He
didn't like that at all and finally just stood there with his arms
crossed and feet apart in the middle of the mat.
"So you think you can kick my ass with one hit...Let's see it
BITCH!"Jake stuck his face out exposing his right cheek. Ira realized
that he was going to let Cindy have a free shot on his body. Jake
stood there legs apart, arms crossed, and cheeck exposed for Cindy to
hit. Jakes reason for this was to prove his male ego by not showing
fear to the small Cindy. He expected a hard punch to his cheek and
braced himself for her hit. After her punch, he was going to pin Cindy
and then shove his rock hard cock into her...raping her on the mat in
front of his girlfriend Ira. It would be quite a show for her to see.
Cindy was shocked with what this dumb jock was doing. Was he really
that stupid? She looked at his face and notice that he wanted her to
punch his jaw. His eyes were closed, so see looked at Ira and smiled.
She then looked at the loose bulge between Jakes parted thighs. She
could see the line of his dick, and where his big manly balls hung.
Ira began to get excited, and she stop rubbing her cheek and realized
the stupid disadvantage her boyfriend had put himself into. She too
notice the prominent bulge between his legs, and notice it was looser
and bigger than before. She smile as she notice he wasn't wearing any
boxers or jock straps to support his most precise male organs. Ira
picture his manly organs between his legs, she knew his balls were
very huge and heavy because she had sucked on them many times before.
His cock was around ten inches and she pictured it hanging in front of
the balls. Perhaps she thought, his cock would protect his balls from
a forward strike. She made a motion to Cindy to kick him between his
legs, because then it will be all balls and none of the cock.
Still standing there in the middle of the mat Jake yelled "Come On!"
He uncrossed his arms and flexed them to his sides. His chest and abs
were showing and Cindy felt an electic thrill between her legs. She
walked up to him raised her bare foot back and swing it forward.
As her foot came up between Jake's legs she felt his loose sweatpants
engulf her foot. Then with powerful female force she connected with
the males, heavy loose, vunlerable balls and smashed them into his
pelvic bone, and into the body cavity they came out of. Her foot was
halfway into his body, and she kept it there for a few seconds. She
wiggled her toes inside him feeling the warmth the male crotch made.
Then she notice his balls were missing, she could no longer feel those
two big orbs of male power. As she pulled her foot out, Jake stood
there. His sweatpants were still forced into his groin. His face was
lifeless, and his mouth had an "O" shape. A very low moan escaped from
his throat. Ira jumped up and ran to Cindy who was staring at the
young man. Finally his sweatpants came out of his body cavity and hung
loose around his waist once more. Jake was a goner, his muscles in his
chest and abs started convulsing wildly. His male ego torn into
shreds, Jake used both his arms and hands too grab onto his busted
sack. Jakes masculine balls were "No Match" for Cindy's feminine foot,
for both of Jakes balls busted open and were now a pulp in the loose
sack. The girls were waiting for something to happen. Ten seconds went
by and Jakes powerful body sank onto its knees and then onto his back.
He began screaming in a very high pitched way. His six-foot body was
writhing and twitching as he felt the worst pain in his sorry male
life. The girls laughed at the muscled Jock and stared at him crying
and thrashing his legs around in a vain useless attempt to contol the
horrendous testicle-pain. A pain no female will ever know. Cindy put
her arms up to the sky and danced around the young man's writhing and
crying body. Jake couldn't think, and the pain from the female attack
soon overpowered his weak male body. Both his eyes rolled up into his
skull, and his head rolled to its side. He passed out. The two girls
looked down at this poor male, his hands were still on his ruined
testicles, and his tongue was hanging out of his mouth. Both girls
jumped up and hugged each other. They had just taken out a tough male
bull with one simple kick. Ira said ,"Well, I guess all males are weak
down there!"
Cindy smiled, and put her arm around her new girlfriend,"Yeah, it must
suck to be a boy huh?"
Ira slapped her own smooth female crotch hard and laughed saying, "Oh
Yes, Testicles are a Joke!"
Together they walked out of the gym talking about what just happened.
Jake finally got the mat to himself...with the use of his manhood!