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.