In the Basement With Mia

Mia and I had grown up together. She was the daughter of my parents' closest friends, and because we were similar ages, and both only-children, we were sort of compelled into being friends. I wouldn't say we were close, but we got along well enough. She was something of a tough cookie, and for as long as I'd known her she always seemed to love to bullying me a little bit. It was mostly all in good fun, but even so, I found her somewhat intimidating-- she had a capacity to be mean, and she didn't always know when she was going too far. One encounter, in particular, sticks out sharply in my memory.

We were both home from college on summer break, and her family was visiting ours. The parents had all gone to some kind of boring adult thing-- a flower show or a wine tasting event-- and left the two of us at the house alone. We were hanging out in the basement, slightly bored, looking for something to do.

Mia walked over to the ping pong table and picked up a paddle. "Wanna play?" she asked. I agreed. "Okay, but we've got to make it a little interesting," she said. "The loser has to do something embarrassing."

I shrugged. "Sure," I said. "Why not."

We played to twenty-one. It was close for about half the game, but at some point I started to play badly, and Mia ended up winning fairly comfortably.

"Woo!" she yelled in celebration. "Too bad, Colin! You know what that means."

"All right, all right-- what do I have to do?" I said, a little annoyed at having lost.

Mia thought for a while, standing across the ping pong table and staring at me with her arms folded in front of her chest. Then she smiled knowingly at me.

"You have to pull your shorts down!" she said gleefully.

"What? No way-- I'm not doing that," I said.

"Come on, don't be a sore loser-- you agreed to do something embarrassing."

"But-- I'm not wearing any underwear," I said. I swallowed with some extra effort; the conversation was starting to make me uncomfortable.

"Even better!" Mia said delightedly. She furtively shot her eyes down to my crotch.

"Nope, I'm not doing it," I said firmly. "Pick something else."

She tilted her head and frowned at me, crossing her arms in front of her chest again. Then something lit up in her face, as if she had just remembered an important secret, and she smiled at me knowingly.

"You know Colin, I could *make* you do it if I really wanted to," she said.

"What are you talking about? No you couldn't."

"Yep, I could," she said matter of factly. "There's a petty sue-fire method, in fact: I could squeeze your testicles until you agreed to do it."

"Uh, what?" I really didn't know what to say to that-- I was at a total loss for words. I knew that she was just trying to get under my skin, and that she wouldn't actually do that; but it was still an incredibly weird and unsettling thing for someone to say to you.

"I'm just saying," she continued casually, "if you had to endure getting your nuts pinched good and hard, I'm pretty confident that your resistance to the idea wouldn't be as strong as you say it is."

"Very funny, Mia," I said, turning slightly red. "You're a real comedian." I could hear how lame the words sounded coming out of my mouth, but I could not for the life of me think of what else to say. I felt embarrassed that she would even talk about doing that.

She smiled at me, and then hit the ping pong ball hard, so that it hit off my chest and fell to the ground. She walked over to my side of the table, and squatted down to pick up the ball, right in front of me. She got the ball, but didn't stand back up. In a very long couple of seconds, I remember feeling confused as to what she was doing.

Then, lightning quick, she darted her hand up the front of my shorts and latched it onto my bare ballsack. I gasped, totally shocked. I never could have imagined she was *actually* going to grab my balls; I thought for sure she had just found a new way to tease me. For the first confusing fraction of a moment, I experienced the situation as something akin to pleasurable. The feeling of her small, feminine hand on my genitals certainly had the hallmark of an experience I would have enjoyed very much. But that flew out the window after a second or two, when she started squeezing quite hard.

"Oooooo," I groaned in extreme discomfort. Mia giggled exuberantly, still kneeling on the floor in front of me.

"Ughhhh, fuck-- Mia stop," I said, overwhelmed with the pain coming from my nads. "Stop-- this hurts."

"Yeah, that's the idea," she said through her giggles. "That's why it's so effective."

I tried to pull away from her, but her grip remained unbreakable, and I only caused myself more pain as I yanked my own balls against her vice-like fingers. Her giggles turned into laughter as she watched me flail in futility, gritting my teeth against the pain.

"Oooooo," I moaned miserably. "Mia, you're squeezing too hard-- ohhh, fuck. It hurts so much. Ahhhh. You're squeezing my balls too hard."

"Mmm, it sounds to me like I'm squeezing the right amount," Mia said. She laughed again. "Oh my God, it's so funny to think about how much your balls must hurt right now. You should see the look on your face." She mimicked a panicked grimace and looked up at me mockingly. "I'm actually surprised you've lasted this long," she said. "I thought for sure as soon as I clamped down you'd be done."

She adjusted her grip so that my nads were collected in her palm instead of her fingers, and then squeezed again even harder, making a tight fist with her hand in which my unfortunate testicles happened to be trapped.

"Eeeeeeeeeee," I squealed, at a higher pitch than I had ever heard my own voice before. My entire nervous system had become devoted to sending the message to every last inch of my body that something truly unbearable was happening to my testicles. I tried to speak but my mouth moved silently; I couldn't make sound come out. Eventually with an enormous amount of effort, I managed to croak out words at barely a whisper.

"Okay okay-- I tap, I tap, stop stop stop--"

"About time," Mia said, shaking her head. she held on for a couple extra seconds and then let go. I sucked in a huge breath and bent at the waist, both hands rushing to cradle my injured privates.

"Ughh," I moaned meekly. "That was so mean."

Mia laughed. "I tried to tell you. I said I could make you do what I wanted just by squeezing your testicles. It's not my fault if you didn't believe me."

"Ugh," I groaned again, still dazed by the slowly receding pain.

"All right, well let's see!" Mia said matter-of-factly. She was still on the floor in front of me, now sitting cross-legged and looking perfectly comfortable.

"Huh?" I asked in confusion.

"Drop your shorts. That's what you were agreeing to when you said 'I tap,' remember?"

I felt my face redden. "I still have to do that?"

"Well, if not, I'll just go back to squeezing your nuts," Mia said casually. "Up to you really."

There was no way I could possibly endure that. I was backed into a corner. "Ugh, okay, fine," I said reluctantly. I stood up straight and put my hands on my waistband, hesitating with nervousness.

Mia rolled her eyes. "Don't be so dramatic," she said, and quickly reached out and tugged at the bottom of my shorts, pulling them straight down so that they fell in a pool around my ankles. Her eyes widened almost imperceptibly and she was silent for a couple seconds. Then she started laughing.

"Oh my God, are you serious?" she said with a cruel smile. "Aren't you supposed to be a man? Without your shorts on you look more like a boy to me."

I blushed deeply. I wasn't actually particularly insecure about my size down there, but I still felt very hurt and embarrassed that she would make a point to mock me in such a personal way, targeting a potential insecurity that everyone knows guys are usually very sensitive about.

"I'm perfectly average," I said, trying to sound confident and not really succeeding.

"Yeah, sure, whatever you need to tell yourself," she said dismissively, her eyes still locked on my naked lower half. "Average for a boy, you must mean. Certainly not average for a man."

"I'm only nineteen," I said, failing more and more to sound like I wasn't humiliated.

Mia laughed at that. "If you saw the packages on the nineteen year old guys I fucked last semester, you wouldn't say that like it's a good excuse," she said. "Have you ever even taken a girl back to your dorm room? She must have been so disappointed."

I shifted uncomfortably; on top of the verbal humiliation, I was still keenly aware of how on display my private parts were. "I'm a grower," I said meekly.

Mia rolled her eyes. "Yeah, like I've never heard that one before." Without any warning she reached out and slapped my bare scrotum with her palm.

"Oh!" I called out in surprise, bending at the waste and grimacing against the renewed ache in my testicles. "Ohhhh, fuck."

"That was for making excuses," Mia said with a smile. "Here, stand up straight again," she said, and, stupidly, without really thinking, I did so. She slapped my sack again, considerably harder this time, her palm making an audible "splat!" sound as it made sharp contact with my utterly undefended testes.

"Ahhhhh," I called out, my voice high-pitched again, sinking to the floor as pain exploded from my nads.

"And that one was for being gullible," Mia said, making herself laugh.

"Ohhh, God," I moaned. It felt awful.

"This is fun!" Mia said.

"No it's not," I said miserably.

"Well I'm having fun," Mia said. "Don't be such a wet blanket. I could squeeze you again-- doesn't that sound like fun?"

My heart rate skyrocketed just hearing her say that. "No no no no," I said frantically. "Please please please don't."

Mia cracked up. "Wow, calm down. Guys sure don't like it when you squeeze their balls, huh?" She looked around the room for a moment. "I'll tell you what," she continued. "I'll promise I won't squeeze you again if you can do ten pull-ups," she said, gesturing to the pull-up bar mounted in the door frame. "Deal?"

"Why should I agree to that?" I asked from the floor, still curled up over my aching crotch.

"Because if you don't, who knows, I might end up clamping down on your little ballsies again when you least expect it," she said, making a grabbing claw motion with her hand and directing it at me threateningly.

I knew that I could do ten pull-ups. There didn't seem to be any reason not to take the deal. "Okay, fine," I said. "But can I have some time to recover first? It's too hard to do pull-ups with sore balls."

Mia shrugged. "I suppose that's fair," she said.

It took about twenty minutes before I felt fully recovered. I stood and pulled my shorts back up, and then went over to the pull-up bar and took some breaths. Mia, who had been waiting patiently, stood behind me, watching. It felt really important to focus and make sure I did all ten. I raised my arms and put my hands on the bar, my legs slightly spread for balance, standing slightly on my toes to reach the bar, and took a moment to collect myself.

What happened next I only fully grasped in retrospect. I heard a sudden movement behind me, as Mia took a couple running steps-- a big grin on her face, I can only imagine-- and absolutely punted her foot into my crotch from behind, her bare foot catching my nads with sickening accuracy, the thin fabric of my shorts offering no protection at all.

I immediately collapsed into a fetal position, rocking back and forth, my limbs twitching with the overwhelming agony. I tried to groan but it came out as a squeaky gasp for air. My toes had barely been touching the ground when her foot made contact; that combined with the fact that it had come from behind, and I had no chance to brace for impact-- to say nothing of the utterly merciless force with which she had kicked, surely as hard as she possibly could-- seemed to make the effect particularly devastating.

I rolled over onto my back and looked up at Mia in shock. The expression on her face was an odd combination of delight and surprise. She clearly found her handiwork very funny, but she also seemed a bit taken aback at how solidly the kick had landed and how extreme my reaction had been. She was laughing as I rolled around on the floor in unbearable agony. After a few minutes-- at which point my balls were still totally scrambled but my brain was a little less so-- she started talking excitedly.

"Oh my GOD, dude-- that was so crazy. Damn. I hope you didn't want to have kids-- I think your babymakers might be out of commission after that kick. I mean I *felt* them on my toes-- that's how dead-on it was. Like, my foot really got you *right* in the testicles. And I kicked so fucking hard!"

She paused to laugh; she sounded very pleased with herself. "Oh my God, that's so funny. I guess it hurts, huh? I'd sure say it does by the looks of you. Whatever, it probably doesn't even hurt that much for you, your balls aren't very big. I know some guys with some really big balls-- like they pull their pants down and you're like, holy moly, what are they feeding you?

"Could you imagine if I kicked my foot into those guys' balls that hard?? Boy, I don't even want to think about how much that would hurt them. I would never do that to them though, that would be so mean. Or wait, does it not hurt more if your balls are bigger? Like is it just as painful regardless of what size they are? I can't remember now. You have to admit, though, that'd be pretty funny, if I just kicked your nuts that hard, and it hurts just as much for you even though they aren't that big."

"It... it does... it hurts," I choked out, barely able to divert any of my body's energy away from sending signals to my brain about how hard my testicles had been kicked.

"Oh my God, that's honestly so funny," Mia said, giggling to herself. "I wouldn't have kicked that hard if I had known that, but I'm glad I did anyway-- it would not have been this funny otherwise. I mean don't get me wrong-- it's not like I thought slamming my foot into your ballsack wouldn't hurt at all. I knew it would be excruciating; that's why I did it! I just thought it wouldn't be quite so bad for you because you're kind of small down there. But I guess not."

"I'm not small--" I choked out, slowly regaining the ability to speak with a lot of difficulty. "I'm... average." It happened to be true, although I didn't have much chance of getting Mia to admit that. She cracked up again.

"Boy, guys are so silly," she said. "You're a puddle on the floor after getting your tender little nuts absolutely racked, you can barely form words, and yet you still can't abide a girl thinking your manhood isn't that impressive."

She got behind me and put her wrists under my armpits. "All right cowboy, come on, up you get," she said, roughly lifting me into a sitting position on the floor. I winced, still overwhelmed with pain.

"I'll tell you what Colin," Mia said sweetly. "I was thinking to myself that it would be fun later today to reach my hand back up your shorts and give the old family jewels another good long squeeze, when you least expected it; but I feel a little bad about that kick-- I mean," she tried to stifle a giggle-- "it got you *so* good!-- so I won't squeeze you again. Well--" she smiled coyly and winked at me-- "most likely I won't, anyway."

We spent the whole rest of that day together alone in the house, and whether she did end up squeezing my balls again, along with what else might have come with it, I almost can't bring myself to say...